GoNeaGAiN

jOHn WilL bE GOnE fOr A wHIlE.

bUt i'M sTIlL HErE.

-.-.

yOU arE MArkEd.

YoU ARe corRuPT.

lET mE FReE YOu.

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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Never, not now, fear The dark, dark wood For I am anew Grown beyond your tiny years Sipping on angel tears And blood-stained bread See the struggle under a stone The disease in my bones We'll be believing soon enough Rough ramble Tough sailing Bail us out As one, until We finally leave here.

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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