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.