Ever seen a black eyed kid?

Holy fuck they are creepy.

I was walking into a gas station to get something to eat and there were three of them in there. I knew they were black eyed kids because when I walked in all three of them turned and looked at me. You don't forget those eyes. Oh god they're horrible.

I froze for a second and then slowly backed out of the store and started walking quickly away, but they followed after me.

They kept saying stuff like "Hey, lady, wait up!" "Hey hey! We just want to talk to you!" "Hey lady where'd you get that?" "Come back! We just want to be friends."

 I couldn't take it anymore so I took a sharp turn into an alley and guess who was waiting?

Fucking shadow bear.

So I fucking ghosted the hell out of there and almost got stuck in a wall trying to shift but good god I made it out.

Note: Trying to pass through objects while scared shitless is really hard.

I'm just... going to leave this town. Mark it off as yet another place I'm never ever going back to again.

Laying Low

Been doing that for the past couple days. I haven't let my hotel room yet. But honestly I should. I haven't eaten in a couple days, but at this point I have a hard time feeling if I'm hungry or not. Hunger pains just don't bother me anymore.

But really I should eat. I'm already pretty scrawny due to my stinginess with money.

Anyways, onto updates:

1. Shadow Bear hasn't shown itself but I can only assume its followed me. I don't know how its able to do that but it does.

2. No sign of tall and blank in the face himself

3. Also just radio silence from Glyphosate but I guess getting over a dislocated knee is something that will take time.

4. Journal stuuuuffff

So the latest entries are mostly complicated translations of Babylonian/Assyrian text so I'll just explain it. Basically my dad is talking about how hard it is to translate Babylonian. He also talks about the lily and its supposed effects on people that when translated to modern terminology comes out to mainly these: 1. Distance from loved ones. 2. Paranoia 3. Hallucinations 4. Possible onset of Schizophrenia 5. Violent outbursts 6. Mood Swings 7. Suicidal tenancies 8. Depression and/or Manic Depression 9. Other sudden onset Psychosis

Wow.

Just... hmmm...

At least he goes on to say that those last ones are probably because of a sudden rise in supernatural/paranormal activity around the person who takes the lily.

So don't worry. I'm not legally insane just yet.

Or at least I don't think so.

I'm going to go eat now and you know, take care of myself decently for once.

You all take care of yourselves as well.

I haz a baseball bat.

It's name is Charles and we're BFFs.

Also because I couldn't sleep last night (partly because of what's been happening and partly because I was on  a bus again) I read a lot more of my father's journal and came acrossed this:

March 12, 2006


I've noticed something I didn't before. Hylo doesn't bring friends over as much. She doesn't hang out with them as much either. She's... very distant to us as well. Her and [REDACTED] are unusually distant from each other or... I should say that that Hylo is unusually distant from [REDACTED]. Is this the effects I was reading about the lily? I need to go back and re-read and re-translate this all...


March 15, 2006


I feel as if I'm being followed. Like something's watching me. I felt it when I was going to my lock box and then my archives today. I pray that that thing is not back. I moved far away from that town to avoid it. Maybe it is just echoes of my paranoia again...


March 16, 2006
I saw it. They always talked about it when I was a child. A tall pale man... who has no face. I saw it staring out as it leaned from behind a building a crossed the way as I waited for my bus. I need to forget about it. I need to keep working.

I understand now. Why Dad acted the way he did. He was terrified...

I'm going to try and sleep again. Sweet dreams.

I'm... Okay?

Well I'm back after several days of hell. That Glyphosate guy meant business...

So basically it went down like this: I was chillin in my hotel room reading my father's journal when I got a knock on the door. I went and looked through the eye hole and sure enough there was a guy with a mask.

It had two eye holes and one line that curved from the top of the left eye hole around one side of the mask's and then down and up a bit mimicking a smile. I kept the door closed and went over to the blog to post that I wouldn't be back and I saw the comment on my last post by Glyph. So rather than trying to post a long entry about how my life has been short and I'm upset I just left that comment.

He started beating on the door trying to break the locks the he started to whisper things in. So I pressed my ear against the door to listen.

His voice was... so... unnerving. I don't even know why but... God I couldn't stand it so I grabbed all my things and hopped out the window and tried to make a run for it. I tried ghosting but I was so tired and exhausted and delirious (it was about 2 AM at that point) that I could hardly keep it up without flickering in and out. Well he apparently wasn't fooled by it and followed after.

Now I am not athletic. I'm not even that healthy so he caught up with me really fast and he grabbed me and punched me in the stomach then picked me up like I weighed nothing (well I almost do) and began to carry me as I reeled at the pain. 

I punched him in the back of the head and he dropped me in pain. I got up and tried to run but he grabbed my  bag and tried to take it from me and started yelling started yelling stuff like "Stop this!" and "This will only lead to your death!" and "I'm just trying to save you!"

 

So I kicked him in the shins and the knees. On his left knee he buckled and screamed and let me go. So I ran and ran hoping that the tall guy or the shadow bear or anything wouldn't get me. That punch to the stomach woke me up so I actually did ghost and ran and jumped on the nearest bus out of town.

I hope that shadow bear ate that asshole. I'm getting really tired of this.

Oh my god I am so screwed

So yeah you remember that shadow cat thing that was following me around?

Well guess what? Its back!

AND ITS A FUCKING BEAR.

I'm not joking. Its a bear this time. I know its the same thing because it has the same white empty eyes and the same dark stuff covering it.

Oh and know how I found this out? It ate a proxy outside my window. I woke up to the screaming and looked outside and there it was just om nom nomming on a screaming masked person.

Jesus christ. A fucking shadow bear and an eldritch abomination are following me.

Maybe I should start drinking.

Calmed Down

Quite a bit. Had a good cry and then I just kept going.

What else can I do? Not much. Thats what.

So I'll keep moving and I'll keep reading my father's journal and keep alive.

Speaking of the journal... before last nights rude break-in by Mc Slender-No-Manners-Pants, I haven't read much of anything interesting so far.

I'm through 2005 and onto 2006 and the most my father has mentioned is stuff about how he's noticed I'm not talking to my friends as much.

I don't remember this very well. So either I just grew out of those friends or what that binary post way back said is true and that this so-called nectar has changed my behavior.

So yeah... I'm just going to keep going. Just keep moving on.

Well that sucked

So I was just sitting my motel room right? And then a couple proxies break my window.

Yeah wonderful but just wait it gets better!

Then they crawled through the window and broke down my bathroom door and tried to drag me out, but not before beating the crap out of me. I could shift because I didn't know what was on the other side of the wall.

So they dragged me outside and guess who was there? Yeah my favorite eldritch abomination in the whole world.

He almost got in my head. I could feel him pressing and trying to get in but for some reason, he couldn't. Then he got mad.

Jesus its like... those tentacles... It was so unreal. I mean I can turn fucking invisible but... 

I don't know what happened after that. I thought I was going to die and then... its really blurry exactly what happened. But I ended up grabbing my laptop and my dad's journal and running like hell into town.

It's burst my little bubble. Its pulled me from my little safe zone. I know I'm not safe and I'm so scared. I'm always scared now. I act like I'm not but what else can I do? I just...

I'm going to go now. I can't cry in the middle of an internet cafe...

Childhood

Just been doing my usual trying to stay away from people as usual. I've been a bit paranoid because of the masked people in the last town being abundant. Thankfully this town I'm currently in doesn't seem to have any. I believe its  one of the safe havens that Black Leaf mentioned, but I'm keeping on my toes.

In the mean time I've been reading the journal. Most of it's about research on ancient civilizations, art, stuff like that. All sorts of things. But there is the occasional entry about us I find intriguing. Specifically this one.
(Note: I've changed my real name to Hylo and completely redacted my sister's name)

January 4th, 2005
I hate winter here. Its so barren and cold. The trees loose all their leaves and they become scraggly black masses of claws. It makes me nervous to be around trees... 
It reminds me of when Hylo and REDACTED were young. REDACTED was always such a social child. She loved playing with Hylo, but Hylo always seemed so distracted. She'd stare off sometimes when she was very young at the edge of the playground. I never knew what she was looking at but I have a feeling I saw it when I was young as well. We share a lot of the same behavior. She just... stares. But Hylo was always a bit spacey until she was a teenager. She liked looking at plants and would always get distracted by them. Perhaps its a flower she's looking at. Her eyesight is quite good. 
She's seem to have grown out of it though. She's more distracted by the sky than anything. She'll point out stars and such that I can't hardly see in the sunlight.
Maybe it's just my eyesight failing a bit. I am getting a bit old.
In the mean time, my darling Hylo has not shown any blatant signs of change. Maybe it's just the cold.
Once again: I hate the winter here.


I don't remember a whole lot from when I was a kid. But who really does? I'll keep reading and keep you guys posted on these entries.

I'm also over my cold finally. Yaaaaay! :D

You all keep safe alright? Remember: Stranger Danger is EVERYWHERE.

Bleegh

Hey guys. I know its been a couple days but I've been grounded by an awful awful cold. I doubt it was brought on by him but you can never be sure. Its most likely because I take awful awful care of myself.

I've been ghosting everywhere to avoid the masked people and its beginning to wear on me a bit. I'm just going to lay low for a little bit till I get over this.

Anyways I've still been reading my father's journal and finally reached an entry that seemed off:

July 19th, 2004
I've received the lily. Its as beautiful as they said it would be. I've begun cultivating it in my shed in hopes that it no one would notice. It also seems to grow better in the dark. I hope that soon I'll be able to start harvesting parts of it.

Then a few months later:
September 2, 2004
I noticed the lily has began to leak some sort of liquid from its center. I believe this is the nectar I have read about so I harvested it and put it into some of [redacted] (thats me)'s tea. I can only hope it will help her.


So there you go... Either my dad is crazy or he has a hand in what's going on with me. I suspect its the latter.

I'm not dead

If that's what you were thinking. Just been moving constantly for the past few days.

Been trying to read through my dad's journal mostly. He's writing about stuff about my mother, sister, and I at this point. Stuff about how we were learning new things. My sister wanting to go into college. Stuff about my drawings.

Seems... pretty normal? I dunno. I'll keep reading through it. Its kind of nice just to read this.

As for Slender Man? Yeah I see proxies around every once in a while but past that not much else. Seem to be scouting around probably not for me. I'm still shaken up from that... Mental attack?

Well I'll keep you guys posted as usual.
All you stay safe mkay?

Got out

Just fine. I'm getting the hell away from that town. I've been jumping buses all day and night but I've finally settled in a motel and I'm going to sleep. SO HARD.

Holy FUCK

Holy. Shit.  I just woke up in a bush under my hotel room's window with blood all over my face.
Seems to have come from my nose and ears.

I don't remember much. I remember him looking in my window and then... its like he started pulling out memories. Stuff from when I was a kid, my parents funeral, etc. He told me I didn't have to be alone anymore. That if I went with him I wouldn't feel like this.

I almost went with him to be honest... I really did. But it's like something yanked me away from him and then I woke up. Its been over twenty four hours though. I have no idea what's happened. Everything in my room is in place and untouched.

I think... I'm just going to clean up, eat some breakfast, and then get the hell out of this town. I don't know where to but I'm just going to leave.

Until then... I'll try my best to keep you posted.

EDIT: I have no idea what that last post was about. No idea at all. I'll just investigate it further later.

Forest Torch

Edit: Translated the binary crap.


Such a silly name. Such a fitting name. She will light the way in the dark. Like all others before her who drank the nectar. It turns those who sup its sweetness into ghosts. Moving anywhere they like but move so far from others.
They are like guides in the night as their petals push back the dark. A blossom which will forever bloom in the night and by morning be extinguished. In that short time it may seem like life is trivial but those moments that happen in the dark  can be so powerful that they reverberate through the morning.
The dark will not take her tonight. She is ours. She is our distant little flower. Glowing in the dark on the trail out of the forest. Pushing back the shadows as well as those who get too close.
She will be returned soon. It is difficult for us. We reach so far to help.
We will not be able to intervene again.

OH MY GOD

HE'S HERE. HE'S HERE. HE'S STARING IN MY WINDOW.

SOMETHING'S WRONG. SOMETHING VERY VERY WRONG

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More Questions Than Answers

Oh yeah I went to my family's property and looked around. Pretty much the same if not over grown. All of mom's plants are kind of gone now...

I searched around the house, but it's pretty much just empty and dusty (not to mention creepy as fuck). My sister seemed to have cleared just about everything out when she left.

I did notice that the shed in the back of the yard was still locked. My dad usually used it for work/storage and always kept it locked so no one would steal his artifacts and texts or whatever else he stored in there. I got a good idea and used the key from the lock box and opened it up.

There was a lot of paper and files and a desk. Inside the desk were some research papers and a journal in my dad's hand writing. I took what I could and locked the shed back up before heading back here to my hotel.

Reading through my dad's research it was mostly on the Hanging Gardens of Babylon (Or Assyria if you want to dispute that) and what to be some help from my mom on some of the flora that possibly grew there. Mostly stuff about some sort of water lily tied to the goddess Ishtar.

However, the last couple research paper's written before his death describe various phenomenon relating to one figure. Those phenomenon are mass hysteria/brain washing, disappearances (especially that of children) around wooded areas, floods, fires, etc. They are all connected to one figure and I think you all know who it is. One who is describe as pale and tall and who's face can never be described. He also has the operater symbol scribbled on a few of them.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Speaking of tall, dark, and faceless I haven't seen a sign of him yet. Which makes me really, really nervous. I think for the next couple days I'll lay low, read my dad's journal, and try and relax...

Lets get this over with

God dammit...

I'm going to go to the house... er... property. I don't even know if the house is still there.
I'm going to ride the bus so I get farther faster so I can't turn around...

Four years... four long years of trying to turn my back on my family. Of trying to forget. I just hope I didn't forget too much.

Wish me luck guys. If I don't come back I'm sure you can figure out why.

Isn't that odd?

So I went to public records today and found my parent's obituary and the article on their car crash. I read through once. It was... really nasty. Their car flipped a bunch before going off into a ravine. Both were battered beyond recognition, but were identified by other characteristics (dental, finger prints, etc.)

I also ended up going to the man who was our families' lawyer to ask him for a copy of the will (since I've never really looked at it before.) Thankfully my appearance hasn't really changed so he recognized me right away. He seemed very surprised to see me. He said he and most people who knew my family thought I was dead.

He then told me about something in the will I had neglected to claim.

When I turned 20 I was to claim a key to a lock box my father kept. He told me it probably contained some money or something so I took the key and thanked him for his time.

Since I had time before sundown I headed over and opened it up. The only things inside were a couple pressed flowers, some money, and another key.

Well... yeah... at least I got that I guess?

Tomorrow I'm going to check out our property. Far as I know my sister didn't sell it and no one's living there.

I guess... I've been putting it off. I really don't want to go back there. There's too many memories. Too many things that have been left behind that I didn't want to stir up till now... But I have to. Eventually I'll have to face it and I'm so tired of putting this all off and trying to cover it up.

Well, I'll keep you guys posted tomorrow. Until then I'll be watching Pokemon and relaxing.

Stay safe and warm everyone.

Work work work

After an awesome nights sleep I'm going to head to the public records today and look through newspapers, death certificates, and other things regarding my parents passing.

Haven't seen any signs of the tall one, but I'm going to stay cautious and alert about it. Also no signs of anything else otherworldly and wanting to eat my face.

My mild burns on my right hand and forearm are pretty much gone. The scrapes on my face are almost gone but the ones on my shoulder are still there. Probably because the bruise was pretty bad.

Other than that nothing much else to report. I'll be updating later tonight when I get back.

And If I don't come back, it was a pleasure to internet meet you all.

Aha!

Finally! I made it to my home town safe and sound. In the four years I've been gone hardly anything has changed but honestly... Not surprised.

I'm staying in a hotel tonight and  I am going to investigate my old home tomorrow because I am exhausted.

No signs of anything terrifying or mind-rapey so far...

I'm going to sleep now. Sleep a whole lot. Like a rock.

Nighty-Night internets. I love you all.

No, Hylo, you are the demons

And then Hylo was a zombie.

The end.

Okay not really, but I certainly feel like a zombie. Finally made it into Montana and to one of the larger cities (I won't verify where) and  we're on a lunch break at the moment. Still about 5 or 6 hours from my final destination.

First things first. Trying to sleep sitting up in a cramped bus seat really really sucks. Okay so the first night I didn't really sleep much more nodded off a couple times and then was promptly woken up by our bus hitting a pothole.

Second, thank you little old ladies and your Dramamine. You make everything alright. I also like hearing your stories about how Yellowstone Park was in the 1950's and 60's.

Third, Lets talk about my parents shall we? Then you can know about my kind of odd but still cozy family life as a kid.

My mother was a botanist as previously stated. Hylocereus was one of her favorite genus's. Living in Montana there were flowering cactus plants but none like in the south west.

She was a shy woman. She kept to herself but she was always determined to get anything done and gave lectures regularly and made her money off of that. Past that she mostly did research at some of the universities in state for money. She always loved sharing her work with everyone.

My father was a historian who met my mother in college. He was the opposite of my mother. Very outgoing and optimistic but he kept his work to himself. He rarely ever spoke about what he was studying and occasionally just wrote papers on it. He was always over protective of my mother, sister, and I.

I'm going to go investigate more about their deaths. They tell me it was a car crash but... I want to learn more. At the time I shut myself off from it completely. I almost didn't show up at their funerals I was so upset.

Growing up my Mom wasn't around much. She did a lot of field research or was on the lecture circuit, but when she was home she spent as much time with us as possible, showing us flowers and telling us about them.

My father was home a lot doing research but he was usually busy with it. Its not like he ignored us though. He would come to us if we asked. He told me all sorts of stories about Babylon, Assyria, and ancient Egypt.

Well I best get going our lunch break here is almost over. I can't commend McDonald's on some of their food but their wifi is very useful.

Until then all of you try to not get killed mkay?
Off I go for another six hours hearing about how the times have changed.