John's "box"

Hey guys, it's Garrett. I received news about what happened to John. A few days ago, he snuck out of his house in the middle of the night and went to the woods behind his house. He brought along his pistol and two large kitchen knives. Apparently, some kids found him lying in the woods the next morning. He was lying on top of a dirt drawing of the (X) symbol he mentioned in a few of the previous entries on this blog. The paramedics told me that when they found him after a 911 call, his body was mangled. He had multiple, deep gashes all over his body. He was also missing both of his hands and his right ear, and his right foot was dangling from a single patch of flesh. He was also bleeding from his ears, mouth, and nose profusely. Both of the kitchen knives were bent and the pistol's barrel was bent at a very acute angle.

The paramedics told me that John wanted to give me a message. John told him to tell me, "I almost had him."
Seconds after he told him that, he passed away from extreme blood loss.

After that, I checked his blog to see if he left it anything that might explain what happened to John and I came across his last entry first. I did what he said and I looked through his room and I found a small, brown, wooden box. I opened it up and inside was the username and password to John's blog. And, as you might imagine, that's how I got onto his blog to write this. When I saw John's parents again they asked me so many questions that I had no answers to.

I'm going to miss you, John. You were probably my best friend. I'm just thinking back to when we were younger, when we used to hang out with Zach, when we played paintball in the woods, our birthday parties, all of that. Those were the best times of my life, and it crushes me that we can't make more memories. This has to be the worst part of my life right now. I hope to see you, Zach, and Jared soon. Hopefully we'll be together again in Heaven someday.

Whoever did this to John is going to pay a large price for what they have done.

I think I'm just gonna go take a walk. Walking this off might make me feel better. I'll post again when I come back.

R.I.P John Smith, Zach Timbs, and Jared Nathan
God bless you, your friends, and your families.

Garrett

I don't know what's going to happen to me from here on out. I've been planning to solve everything, but what I plan on doing might not pull through. I'm not going to say what it is because I know someone that will read this will try to stop me.

That thing hasn't left my life for a moment since this started. I think about it every day, all day. I can't go a single day without thinking it will be my last. I've watched people around me die because of this thing, and I know I've been the primary target.

I feel like bringing up this topic since I haven't mentioned it in a while: That guy that walked up and down my street was arrested yesterday for the murder of Jared and around ten other innocent people, whose organs, I suspect, were hung inside the garbage bags in the trees that Jared and I saw in the woods. When the man was interrogated, he didn't give his real name, but referred to himself as the Collector of Organs. He confessed to his crimes and also mentioned that he took Jared's organs, too. They also searched his house and found a room that had that (X) symbol and random writing written all over the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, as well as a painting of the thing with tentacles that wrapped all of the walls. Nothing else, not even furniture, was in the room. One room, which they suspected, was his Weapons Room. He had five kinds of knives, a chainsaw, three pistols, and a shotgun. During the end of the interrogation, the reporter said the Collector of Organs said the strangest thing, which was: "The tall man never fails. He always finds victory in his mission, in his victims. His mission, unknown. The purpose of his existence, unknown. It's time for us to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The never-ending puzzle." He was sentenced to death today. His last words were "Zachary, the Collector of People, should be me now. He was defiant, so he is no longer with us".

Back on topic: I'm leaving tonight. I'm not telling where I'm going, but I'm going alone. I'm not telling what I'm doing, either. I don't know if I'll be returning home afterwards, but I'm going to try to fix everything, for everyone.

Garrett Silvano, one of my best friends, I am writing this to you. I know you'll be the first to investigate if you found out anything happened to me, so if something does happen to me, and you're reading this post, ask my parents to let you rummage through my room because I let you. I'm leaving you something before I go.

One warning: Never, ever, ever go into the woods behind my house.

I AM SICK OF THIS

I AM SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK OF THIS.

I HAVEN'T SLEPT SINCE I WENT DOWN IN THAT ROOM.

I'M NEVER THE LEAST BIT HAPPY. I'M ALWAYS ANGRY, ALWAYS DEPRESSED, AND NOW I'M ALWAYS SICK. I SCREAMED AT MY GIRLFRIEND WHO I JUST STARTED DATING OVER THE WEEKEND.

I JUST WANT THIS TO END. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

I'M NOT GOING TO KILL MYSELF, THOUGH. I NEED TO CHANGE THINGS. NOW.

Still Waiting

I think I know what I'm waiting for.

Him.

Waiting for him to come.

I think I know what I need to use the gun for, too.

The trees

have eyes.

One can walk.

Waiting

I'm just sitting here. Waiting.

I don't know why, but I'm just sitting here.

I don't know what I'm waiting for. Probably nothing.

I can't sleep either.

The Present

I went to Zach's house. His house seemed to have been ransacked; the house was destroyed and his family was gone.

I found the "present" in his closet. It was a red and blue shoe box with a card on it that read:

"To: John


It's yours now. Hope you'll find this useful."


It was a pistol.

I'm not sure what he wants me to do, though.

Where was I?

I don't know where I have been for the past month. I opened my closet door, like that freak told me to do, and I looked inside. I expected to see my clothes rack and my extra cabinets, but there was a long wooden staircase leading underground, instead. When I saw it, my heart skipped four beats. I don't remember ever having a staircase in my closet. I couldn't see the end of it, it was too dark. Out of curiosity (stupidity), I decided to go down it. Right when I stepped in, the door slammed shut behind me.

It took me about a half hour to reach the bottom. There was dead silence, nothing but the sound of my footsteps. Once I reached the bottom, I looked around and saw nothing but a small, square, grey room that was illuminated by only one flickering lightbulb in the center. There was also an old grey couch, a black armchair, a small wooden coffee table, and an old TV.

I stepped towards the couch when the TV turns itself on. All that was shown was that (X) symbol for about 20 minutes before it disappeared and just showed a completely blurred picture of someone and a muffled voice. I kept watching to see if the quality would get better. Eventually, the picture and the sound did get better, but I don't think I wanted it to.

It was Zach sitting in the woods. He had bags under his eyes, his skin was paler than ever, his nose was bleeding from both nostrils,  as well as his ears. This is what I remember him saying, in a low raspy voice:

"Hey, buddy. It's me, Zach. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for leaving you and my family behind, but mostly you. Haha."

At this point he was smiling, which made me feel a little better.

"I feel really guilty for not showing up to your party, man. I really wanted to go."

He looked down with a sad look on his face and was silent for a few seconds. He looked back into the camera and smiled again.

"I got you a present, though. It's back in my house. I don't remember where, but it's there. I promise. I won't tell you what it is, 'cause I wanted it to be a surprise."

He looked down again and had the same sad look on his face. He gave a really long sigh, but was interrupted with a short gasp as he swung his head around, as if he heard something behind him. He looked back at the camera, terrified.

"Listen to me closely. Stand up."

I didn't even notice I was sitting down in the chair.

"Turn around. And walk down the hallway until you reach the end. Then go up the stairs and don't look back. Ever."

I did what he said. That hallway wasn't there before.

"Your present will help you here on. Good luck, broth--"

His voice was cut out by loud audio distortion and an ear-piercing scream. I wanted to turn around, but I didn't.

I came to the surface and a month had passed, even though I was down there for no longer than an hour. Everything in my room was completely how I left it. Nothing has changed. Even my family didn't realize I was gone. I'm going to Zach's house to investigate soon.

By the way, Jared was killed when I was gone. He went back to the woods.

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That Symbol

Apparently I had cut the symbol from my last post into the side of my face in my sleep last night. Such a coincidence that today is picture day at school.

I have noticed that this symbol has been reoccurring in my situation. I'm even starting to see it in my dreams. Maybe this is "its" signature? Maybe these are warnings? I don't know. I've just been seeing them.

Hopefully nothing bad happens anytime soon. I really don't want to have to leave again.

Scaring Myself

I'm finding myself drawing symbols unconsciously; the scribbled symbol of a circle with an "X" crossing through it. I write them on a lot of my papers at school, on my binders, and even on myself. I had even taken my switchblade and carved it into my computer desk one time.

In my sleep.

One time, I wrote my name on a scantron for a test and I turned it in. The teacher gave it back to me because the computer that read the scantron couldn't recognize my name because I had put an "X" through the "O" in my name.

I'm starting to scare myself.

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The Woods

I hadn't been back in the woods behind my house in years, but due to recent events, I really had no choice.

Yesterday, Jared and I went back there to check out what that creepy guy from our street was doing when he hung around there for hours on-end a few days ago. We brought along flashlights, rubber gloves (just in-case we had to rummage through anything grimy), and a weapon for each of us, which is a metal baseball bat and a switchblade that I got for my birthday this year. After about a half-hour of walking, we came across an entire section of the woods that was filled with trees that had the trash bags hanging from them.

I took out my switchblade and cut one open. Suddenly, tons of different organs dropped out from under the bag: intestines of both sizes, stomachs, livers, and kidneys. Jared took one look at them and barfed all over the ground and all over my shoes. He apologized.

Realizing that it was a bad idea to go out there, we decided to leave. As we left we started hearing the sound of some kind of animal. It sounded like something between a tiger and a bear with a higher-pitched growl. We heard it shuffling through the leaves, slowly getting faster and faster as the sound of it's voice became louder and louder. Jared and I took out our weapons and started to run.

Suddenly, the sounds stopped, but that didn't stop us from running even faster.

There is no way that we're going back there again.

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Street Watch

Jared and I have been watching our street lately, and he's right. There is a guy walking around our neighborhood doing the weirdest things. He walks slowly and zombie-like up and down the street. Once in a while he leaves our street and onto a different street which is out of our vision. When he returns, he is seen carrying trash bags. All of this happens during the day.

When the sun starts to set, he walks with the trash bags into the woods behind our houses. That's the last we seem of him for hours.

When he comes out of the woods several hours later he is empty handed. Jared and I will probably check out the woods during the day this weekend, when he isn't lurking around back there.

Also, I could have sworn I saw "it" standing in Jared's upstairs window when I glanced over to his house while I was surveying the street. When I checked my binoculars to see if they were working right, I looked back up at his house and "it" wasn't there. I called Jared and told him to check his upstairs and he told me he didn't see anything. Everything looked exactly the same.

Am I hallucinating?

Talking with Jared

Despite the difficulty of trying to find Jared and being able to stop him and talk to him, I managed to do so. Long story short, he has absolutely nothing to do with the dead animals. He also forgave Zach and I for what happened in 7th grade, so that's a plus. He agreed to help me out with my issue because he told me he's seen a guy in a black hoodie jacket lurking around our neighborhood. (By the way, I forgot to mention that Jared lives down the street from me about 10 houses down. We live in a weirdly-structure neighborhood.) We will both be staying vigilant of our street from now on.

By the way, I found this in my mailbox yesterday. Joyous.

Dead Animals

Alright, so some idiot has started leaving dead animals around the outside of my house for the past week. I've found dead turtles, raccoons, birds, armadillos, squirrels, and today it was an owl. From what I could tell, all of the animals had vital organs taken out of them, including a heart.

I called the police and they are investigating the neighborhood right now. They haven't found any leads to who it might have been, but I'm sure they can figure this out. I'm suspecting it is someone from my school, Jared Nathan, who has held a grudge on me since the 7th grade when Zach and I played a prank on him that I can't even remember. He might be behind this, but I'm doubting he would take his anger towards me this far.

I might have to talk to him at school next week. Jared and I haven't spoken in years, so this would be a good excuse to talk to each other again.

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First Day of School Once Again

So today was my first day back at school. Got to meet all my old teachers from the previous year. I also got to see all my friends again. Most of them I didn't get to see all summer. I'm really ready for a new school year. Hopefully I'll get my laptop from the school soon.

I love life. :)

Home Again

I've been out of town for the last few weeks. Relaxing, getting things off my mind, more relaxing. I stayed with my cousins upstate. We just hung out, vacationed a little, and overall just laid back and enjoyed life. Things have really calmed down since I've left home. No strange occurrences, no nightmares, no paranoia, nothing. Just straight-up relaxation and happiness.

The last time I saw "him" was before I left town. Haven't seen "him" since. This is the first time in months that I have felt genuinely safe.

When I came home, I was nervous. I thought, "What if 'he' is waiting for me? What if things will go back to the way they were when I left?"

But when I returned home, nothing happened. I felt safe.

It's been a few days since I came home. No sign of "him" anywhere. Nothing. I finally feel safe in my own home again. Thank God.

But last night when I turned on the news channel, I saw the most heart-wrenching thing.

Zach was found dead in the woods not far out of the city. After years of searching for him, they finally found him dead. I was heartbroken. I thought I had a chance of finding him alive and well, but I was wrong.

The report said that his body was found sitting up against a tree. He was missing both of his hands and his right ear.

This is all I know at the moment.

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Scared

I saw him. I saw the creature.

Outside. Outside my window. Last night.

He wasn't moving. He was just standing there. Motionless.

He was looking at me. Not my house. Not my room.

Me.

I don't even know whether to call him a "him" or an "it". He's not human. Not at all.

This wasn't the first time that I saw "him". I don't remember if it's the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, or what.

I need to get out of the house. Get out of town. Away from here.

I'm going to be leaving for a long time. Don't know when I'll be back, but I will.

See ya'll later.

Confused

I think all of the Marble Hornets videos are starting to affect my brain in an odd way. I had the most terrifying dream last night. I had dream that I was with Zach and we were out in the woods in the middle of the night playing paintball like we used to when we were younger. After a little while, I run up to Zach and start a conversation with him. This is what I remember from the dream:

Me: Dude, did I get you in the back? Haha.


Zach: Yeah, haha, nice shot. Did I get you in the face?


Me: Yes. You did. Haha.


Zach: Sorry 'bout that, bro. Haha.


Me: No worries, dude. Hey, when should we start heading home?


Zach: Uhhh, I'm not sure what time is it?


Me: I don't know. You're the one with the watch. Haha


Zach: Oh, yeah. Haha it's half past fi--


Zach's sentence was cut short after he started having a random coughing fit.

Me: Whoa. Are you okay? 

Zach: *coughs* Y--Yeah... *cough*


Me: No you're not. We need to go home. C'mon.


We started walking through the woods, but the woods never seemed to have an ending point. Either we were going in circles or the woods were endless. I remember the woods being only a few acres in size, but we had walked for much more than that.

Zach was following me from behind.

Me: Dude, how far out did we walk when we came out here? We should have hit the street near your house by now.


No response from Zach. I look back and Zach isn't there. But the thing I saw made my heart stop...

I saw the creature from the videos. Staring at me. Without movement.

My vision started to blur, my heart started to race beyond any speed that I recall ever having before, and my movement became increasingly stiff. Then a coughing fit much worse than Zach's overcame me. After that, I fell to the ground and didn't move.

Then, I woke up sweating profusely. I honestly felt like crying, but I refused to.

I think I need to stop watching these videos for a while.





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Connecting the Dots

Due to some family issues, I had to be out of town for the last few days and was not able to blog until now. Now that everything is back to normal, I'm going to get back to the issues at hand.

I researched the YouTube series Marble Hornets and found some interesting things. After watching about 30 videos from this series, I can see why Zach would have felt quite paranoid at night. This series, I would imagine, just has that affect on its viewers; it's relatively entertaining in many ways.

The one thing that caught my attention the most was the creature that has appeared in many of the videos. It looked extremely similar to the creature in the drawings that I posted earlier...

Here's a few screenshots from a few of the videos:

Is it possible that the creature in the videos are connected to Zach's disappearance?

I'm going to investigate this more and find out more about this.

Personally I'm having a hard time believing that this creature is real in any way, but there is something making me believe that it is...

I'll just sleep it off and see how that goes.



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A Little Creeped Out

Well my vacation these past few days has really relaxed me and helped me take things off my mind for a little while. Now I'm back home and ready to get back to my everyday life.

Although my vacation was extremely relaxing, there were a few moments that made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I heard some strange tapping noises on the walls from the next room to my hotel room. I also had that strange alone-but-not-alone feeling I mentioned in my last post. Twice. That had to be the most uncomfortable part of my vacation. The rest of my vacation, though, was perfectly fine.

I visited Zach's mom earlier today to discuss more of his home life. We discussed his activity on the Something Awful internet forums. His mom said that he mostly just browsed the site randomly, but he also occasionally looked through Paranormal Creature threads, most visited was the Create Paranormal Creatures thread. This was a little odd to me because Zach was never into this kind of stuff for as long as I've known him.

To add to his sudden interest in horror media, he also apparently watched a lot of the YouTube series called Marble Hornets. I haven't heard much of this series before but I know it's been very popular on the internet lately. I'll go check it out later when I have more time.

At the end of our conversation, something really started to make me a little creeped out. When I mentioned the drawing for the last time, Zach's mom began to act very nervous. She was looking all around the room, her hands shook along with her voice, and then eventually she just told me that I had to leave immediately.

Immediately...

On the way out of the house I stumbled upon another drawing:

It couldn't have been one of Zach's because his mom and I found every last drawing of his the other day. Someone else in the house drew this...

By the way, I found out what the binary code on my last post meant. I found a binary code translator on the internet.

The code means "watching".

It's going to be an adventure trying to get to sleep tonight...

More News

So I talked more with Zach's mom last night about his behavior at home before the disappearance. Since we covered most of the bases on this topic the other day, there wasn't much left to talk about. We just addressed specific issues that kept me wondering since the last talk.

First we addressed the kinds of drawings he drew in his room. We went through his room looking for drawings and only found a few. She said that Zach had burned most of them in the fireplace in the living room days before he went missing, but must have left a few behind. I had put about three drawings in my backpack before I left the house that night, but when I opened my backpack when I got home, this was the only one that was in there:

I have never even seen a drawing like this before. I don't even know what it is. It's like a faceless man with multiple, what, legs? Tentacles? The other drawings were similar to this, but with much less detail and effort put into the drawing.

The next topic we discussed was the unknown person who Zach used to talk to on the phone in the middle of the night on some nights. Zach's mom said that Zach would never tell her or his dad who it was. One night, she listened in on the phone call on another line.

All she heard was static. It was just Zach's voice and static, but the strange part is that he was still having a conversation...

She noted that after the phone call ended, she had an immediate headache. The next morning, she barely remembered a word Zach had said over the phone. The only words she remembers are "No use in fighting it".

This was the end of our discussion for today.

As I walked home that night, I had this weird feeling. It felt like I wasn't alone even though I was the only one outside at that time. I also heard very few footsteps. I looked around: no one there. I didn't think much of it. I had a rough day.

I'm going to talk to Zach's parents again when I come back from my vacation. I'm leaving to another part of Florida for a few days and I will make another post the day I come back.

News

I had recently visited Zach's parents at their home and talked to them about his personal life. After a few hours of talking I realized there was a lot of things I didn't know about him. For one, he was epileptic and he took medication for it. I also learned that had a fear of the woods. He always believed that there were paranormal creatures living in there, such as ghosts. He also watched and read many movies and books from the horror media. His favorite was the book House of Leaves by the author Mark Z. Danielewski. I never thought of Zach as a horror fan since we were so into the Sci-Fi media as we grew up.

At the end of the talk between me and Zach's parents, I asked about his behavior before he went missing. They told me that he had become noticeably exhausted. They mentioned that they noticed that he had been losing more and more sleep as the days went by. He would stay up late drawing, talking on the phone with a person whose name he wouldn't give to his parents, and on the computer spending lots of time on the internet forum called Something Awful. Sometimes he would just lay there staring at the ceiling.

They also told me that he became increasingly paranoid and cautious. (This also must be to blame for his loss of sleep). During the day, there were no signs of paranoia. This was only shown at night. Whenever he heard a noise or saw a shadow that was unexpected, he would get easily startled. Lights were always on in whatever room he was in or was looking into. He also constantly looked out his window, in closets, and behind shower curtains. His parents also told me that he became so paranoid that his mind made up these crazy illusions and hallucinations. He constantly told them that he saw a very tall man staring at him while standing in the strangest spots: outside his window, his closet, behind trees, etc. After hearing that, my next question was "Was he on any kind of medication?" They told me that the only medicine he was on were epilepsy medication and sleeping pills.

That was basically the end of our discussion for that day.

This has me a little worried about what Zach was going through.

I'll fill you all in when I have more information, but for now, I have to try to add this all up.

By the way, apparently someone hacked my account and added binary code into my first post. I don't know how to translate it so I don't know what it means. Plus, for some reason, I can't delete it off of the post. I'll figure all of this out as well.

Gone

Hello fellow bloggers of the world. My name is John Smith. My friends call me Johnny, Johnny-Boy, and Johnathon, but I like John better. I am a Junior in high school in central Florida and plan on getting a major in information technology.

Well, I think I've given enough information about me. Now for the real reason for this blog. I am making this blog  to commemorate the memory of one of my closest friends, Zach Timbs. He went missing on May 5th, 2009... my 14th birthday. Just earlier this week he was presumed dead. Today is his birthday. He was supposed to be 16 today, if he is still alive.

Zach was very close to me ever since the 5th grade when our teacher, Mr. Gutenberg, put us in the same time-out zone during recess one day as punishment for filling a fellow classmate's desk with crickets that we collected the day before. That day, we talked through the entirety of recess. Later on, we started hanging out after school, coming over to each others' houses, and more. Although, when 7th grade started, we started hanging out a little less than we normally do. He gave me various excuses why we couldn't hang out: sick, family down from up-state, etc. He also became very quiet and shy. I though nothing of it. Later on, everything was okay between me and him and our friendship grew strong again.

Then just a few days before my 14th birthday, we lost contact with each other. On my birthday, I called him to invite him over to my house for my party. His mom picked up the phone and told me, in tears: "I'm sorry, John, but Zach hasn't come home for days. We have been looking for him ever since, but we just can't find him. I'm so sorry".
My heart fell into my stomach and I answered saying, "Do you know where he might have went?"
She replied, "I don't know. I have no clue, but two days after he had left I found a note in his room saying--"

Then audio distortion filled her voice until the phone call ended without warning. I tried calling back several times, but the voicemail just kept telling me that the number was disconnected.

This had to be the worst day of my life.

I will let you know when I have more information about what happened to Zach, but for now, this is all I know.

R.I.P. Zach Timbs
God bless you.


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