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...

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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.

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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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