Monday, 3 October 2011

Finding Soma

Soma’s gone missing, so far so bad; searches for her have come to a halt. Gabriel hasn’t had energy to do much; he can’t believe the fact that there are ‘other beings’ such as the tall man in our world. My fingers shook steadily as I wrote up posters and sign’s to put around town, Gabriel said he is not going to leave until he knows Soma is safe.

Sadly for all we know Soma could have been transported to a whole another world, I’m honestly worried to death about Soma. She’s tiny and fragile whatever possessed her that evening was not human, it couldn’t have been. It had to be something else, I had linked it to Seik'nia but the truth is I can’t believe anything anymore. It could have been The tall man, It could have been Seik’nia, It could have been a demon or evil spirit.


I would like to think Seik’nia has something to do with it. But even I could be wrong.
Gabriel won’t sleep, won’t eat, all he does now is drink coffee and smoke, I slipped a few drugs into his coffee and he’s passed out on the couch.

We have to find Soma soon .

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Soma is...story...

No Doubt, Soma is indeed promised
Promised is defined in this book as someone who has a duty to fulfill yet the faceless man, who I have now learned is dubbed as slender man(To me he will be known as the faceless man.) makes sure they cannot fulfill the duty.

I met a young man and woman a few days ago, they drove me quite a distance, the young girl ‘Soma’ was beautiful but a strange presence caused me to watch her carefully the feeling came off as evil as well as the after effects that also came about.

When I was dropped off I didn’t stop for two days by 11:34 PM on the second day I decided that even though I could keep going it would be safe to call it quits for the night and start again early the next morning. I hid out amongst the trees; I dared not to sleep due to the events that had happened the last time I was in the woods.

The words rung out so clearly, just a few feet away Gabriel yelling at Soma, Soma was not alone though one solid figure that anyone could see was behind her, thousands of non-solid, ghastly figures around her and the faceless man in the trees watching it all happen.

Could he not see him?
Goddammit, you idiot man!

About to take a step forward I tackled him into the cold, hard ground. I almost wanted to yell at him for being a moron, I can’t even remember what I said, we had to go, I spit out whatever I felt needed to be said.
None of which he liked.

The lights at the cafĂ© were bright when we first entered, I’m not usually a rude person but I demanded access to their computers they moved out of the way as I threw Gabriel down.

“Type up everything, post it, let everyone know….they need to know”

So he did, I ordered two coffee’s.
It was a late night; I told him everything I knew about the tall man, the man he saw in the trees. He asked me about my ability to see ghost. It’s not my best skill but I told him about the things I saw around Soma.

Soma, I have no idea how we will end up finding her, it’s quite an annoying story that’s playing through my head.

What if Soma……..was……

Friday, 12 August 2011

Without a trace.

Ive been in a hospital for a little while now, they took me in and gave me a doctor so I could talk to someone they believed what I'm seeing is because of a deeper issue.

White. who knew a room could be so friggin white, it was almost scary the way a breeze drifted in and caused the curtains that separated our hospital beds and caused them to sway.

An silence the kind that almost caused a person to go insane filled this room, not a hum or a buzz, I love the quiet...I love the silence.

'you...' a child was being dragged by her hair into the room next to mine, the room was dark now...had I drifted off? maybe a dream.

a single light as beside me Illuminated this room I got out of my bed the floor seemed colder, the room deader everything had a horrible smell like decaying flesh. The ground echoed my footsteps, the shouts slowly grew louder and as I passed by the candle the flame died instantly sending my into complete darkness.

I expected to get further before going blind, my heart raced something wasn't right, someone was dying.

'save me...'

spine chilling screams and images of unearthly events flashed though my mind. Children walking into this very room giggles and smiles. "Smile for the camera Jeff" a blinding flash. "Smile for the camera Samantha" another blinding flash, children being dressed in bloody hospital robes and gowns.
Each one had there name callen, a picture taken, a profile made.
human testing, children who were supposedly being 'treated' from sicknesses were being cut into without pain relief, they were begging, they were dying, they were crying and screaming and they were empty and hollow and broken.

Report 336: 'When the needle entered the brain substance, she complained of acute pain in the neck. In order to develop more decided reactions, the strength of the current was increased ... her countenance exhibited great distress, and she began to cry. Very soon, the left hand was extended as if in the act of taking hold of some object in front of her; the arm presently was agitated with clonic spasm; her eyes became fixed, with pupils widely dilated; lips were blue, and she frothed at the mouth; her breathing became stertorous; she lost consciousness and was violently convulsed on the left side. The convulsion lasted five minutes, and was succeeded by a coma. coma was succeeded by death.'

Report 453: 'Injection gonorrhea on one 4-year-old and one 16-year old—gonorrheal organisms were applied to the eyes of sick children as well.'

Report 687:  'infected a dozen of children with tuberculin, causing permanent blindness in some of the children, and painful lesions and inflammation of the eyes in many of the other children.' "material used"

Radioactive iodine experiments
 -The health effects of radioactive iodine in newborns

Uranium experiments
 - how much uranium their kidneys could tolerate before becoming damaged.

Many types of experiments were performed including the deliberately infecting people with deadly or debilitating diseases, exposing people to biological and chemical weapons, human radiation experiments, injecting people with toxic and radioactive chemicals, surgical experiments, interrogation/torture experiments, tests involving mind-altering substances, and a wide variety of others. Many of these tests were performed on children and mentally disabled individuals.
Often, subjects were sick or disabled people, whose doctors told them that they were receiving "medical treatment", but instead were used as the subjects of harmful and deadly experiments, without their knowledge or consent.

They were clawing at there throats and they were injected with liquid, toxins, men who wore masks
were checking off the dead and dying and they were begging.

" me..."
A girl sat in a chair her arms strapped into it with leather straps that cut the circulation from her tiny hands. Muttering what sounded like lullabies she was clawing at the chair handles grinding her teeth.
"where's your God now?" a man grinned.
"He's there watching you.." the child commented back her blond hair a mess. " be careful what you do...He is watching your every move".
The man rushed up gripping her hair tightly he banged her head repeatedly against the chair she was strapped to.
"Where..." a swift slam, a quick cry of gut wrenching pain.
"Is...." and another slam blood stained the wood.
"Your...." another slam her body shook violently against the pressure.
"" he slammed her head against the wooden frame once more before releasing her and he watched her body go limp and it twitched.

"still watching..."

"4000 volts"

room 103, room 103, room 103.
A nurse walked in holding a glass of water, this was not my room, not the same room
why was I in this chair? A dream? Was it all a dream, to vivid, to real the girl I watched her blood vessels break and her body catch fire. Then I begged for it to end.
"What the hell happened in this hospital?!"
The nurse looked at me in shock, as if she didn't know, no response she quickly left the room.
I got up from the chair, the chair, that little girls death chair, this room was scary, this room made me sick.

Apparently i was staying at a old human testing house, it was found and closed down sometime in the 19th century. It was rebuilt into a hospital not too long after.
That don't mean the spirits who were hurt have died so easily.
I don't think I have ever ran so fast, how gruesome, how come I'm the only one who saw it.

The messages, those post not from me. Maybe only I can find my father. I must leave again. I don't know when I'll post again.

But I will try and keep you updated.

Sunday, 31 July 2011

Friday, 29 July 2011


I am now wring a notebook of lies, I keep telling myself that my father is out there. When just possibly, he may not, will I stop looking?

I have given up on my search, these voices, these shadows are too much.
I'm sorry my father, I am weak. I am so sorry for wasting your time, please don't bother to read this anymore I am done. I am completely fed up and I'm going to seek medical help now possibly contact the authorities, they could find my father better then I could.



Sunday, 24 July 2011

bloody hell.

do NOT mix drinks I woke up with the biggest hangover ever. I walked outside for some fresh air and saw a guy standing outside holding a bottle of water he looked towards me and smirked. "Looks like you made it to hell and back" "shut up" I muttered.

Usually I am not a bitter person today I felt horrable for doing such a thing but by the time I look back he was gone. What a strange man.

I should be good by this evening.

Thursday, 21 July 2011


Sorry not sure where that last post may have come from. Strange I don't remember writing it. I'm headed into California right now, I'll talk to you once I get into a hotel.

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Escape from the trees.
this is not a warning.
This is an announcement
Listen to the voice of the spirits
They may lead you to safety.
May they lead you to safety.
Alice is watching me.
She is watching us.
Not from the looking glass.
And she knows

Thursday, 14 July 2011

Zero X?

I was asleep against a fairly large tree, until a series of cracking woke me up. When I was half awake another crack, followed by another, and another. A small creature possibly? Another series of cracks and movements sent me to my feet and towards the bush with my flashlight.


A small voice giggled. 

"Hey who's out there?" A small child walked out she looked no older then eleven, she shone her own light in my face blinding me for a moment.

"Hello, Have you seen buck?" she asked steering her light towards the ground where dog paw prints were firmly imprinted into the earth, they looked a few hours old.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around. 

"No I'm sorry I have not, what are you doing out so late?"

"Looking for buck" the girl said calling out her dog's name.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, examining the girl with my flashlight. A large white jacket, sandals, Red skirt and her hair was long and black.

"At home, sleeping I guess" she sounded unsure of what she was saying, possibly lying for she looked like she had been out for a while and I do not mean a few hours I mean a few days.

"Are you lost?" I asked she looked away and nodded.

"I swear I just came in here to look for buck, but it started to get dark, and everything looked the same, so i started running because there are bears and wolves and wild animals in the woods..." The girl fell to her knees in tears her flashlight beside her.

"Hey, hey c'mon now it's ok..." i said trying to comfort her as much as I could.

"Could you take me home?" she asked.

I couldnt say no, my makeshift tent had only enough room for me, but if i said yes I risk losing my current location. It really was a hard choice but I ended up saying yes and walking her out of the woods.

We reached her house, all lights on, two  silhouette frantically running around behind closed curtains, cries and telephones ringing. I knocked at the door.

A mother, mid-thirties answered, her hair was a mess, she looked so concerned and frustrated with a baby in her left arm and a telephone against her ear and shoulder, the baby reached up crying.

"Emily!!" the mother said dropping the phone. An older man ran up, his grey hairs shone through the black ones and he leaned down giving his daughter a hug and lifting her up. Her mother started crying and thanked me over and over. Just as I was leaving I heard the girl speak. 

"Hey Vivian... she said from the stairs I turned around and she raised her hand signing out something.



The door slammed shut before she finished what a way to leave people hanging. I never brought my flashlight for whatever reason and had to find my way back in the dark. Emily wasnt kidding when she said the dark was scary and I begin to hear the voices again.


And so I did, blindly through the woods, until I fell upon my camp site. It was destroyed, my makeshift tent was ripped down, my water jug and supply of food was also gone and my book was open some pages ripped out. I picked up the still lit flashlight and shone it at the book and in it was a zero with an X through it and the word WATCHING written in blood.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

the veil of death

I have been ripping out pages and cutting out pictures and throwing them all away.
Damn this book, may it burn in hell, it was fun to read and fun to look at, but now I feel addicted.
This figure of a tall man, the man who watches with no face, he can see with no eyes, hear with no ears, smile with no mouth. What a horribly sicking idea.

its creepy, its terrifying, and I'm begging to get some  understanding on why everyone died or ran away, this only makes me want to find my dad more so I can question him. Before sleeping at night (under a self-constructed roof made of branches) I hear whispers, voices, screams.

Yet no one else is around, voices of an unknown origin that mutter some things to me.
'Sleep. Dont sleep. Sunlight. Darkness. Sky. Look around...DON'T LOOK"
I cant tell if Im dreaming anymore, everything is blurring together I have not slept for a bit, I'm getting sleep tonight even if I have to knock myself out.
And for now I rip another picture with words on top:
mekei ru'inka,
komi da'roe

Translation (my translation is rough):
forever sleeping,
the veil of death

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

An Introduction

An Introduction?
I guess you can call me by my birth name, Vivian.
I am nineteen years of age.
I have hazel eyes and dirty blond hair.

I'm not good with these types of things; I was born and raised in a small country home with my mother (Mary) and father (Jay). Both loved me very much and I worked very hard with all the animals: The two dogs, four cows, six sheep, four chickens, one cat and a small pond of fish. (Although these weren’t actually 'ours' I fed them until winter when I would go fishing for a few to keep for dinners in the future, and because I was the only one who took care of them I called them ours).
I've always been a traveler child, which basically means I was always wandering off from our home into the city (which was two hours away by truck) I didn't even know how I lost track of my location.

My mother died when I was fifteen, it was a sudden death that shocked us all. Naturally I was saddened and wandered even further this time into the woods and open fields of tall grass for days before someone found me and brought me back home.

When I was nineteen my father gave me a very old book, the pages were very delicate and could easily tear, all the entries were done in a special ink and there were very artistic hand done drawings of children and sky's and nature.
It was a beautiful gift; the book's cover was a golden color.
I never did open it, until a week ago, I decided to share it will you all of you.
But mainly for my father’s sake, I was hoping answers would lie in the pages.

Maybe some of you can make sense of this 'faceless man' or the 'the masked men'?
Because I myself do not understand, maybe it’s a spirit that haunted the clan or people who played bad tricks to scare the clan out of their land.

I'm wandering only this time I have a purpose, my father is the only reason I keep walking. He may know the answers. He may be in hiding from the men like the ones in the book, the ones with the wooden masks. I hope I can find him and so I will keep walking until I do.

Like Seik'nia, who kept searching for an exit from the wood's I will search for an exit from this loneliness