Success, I believe

I suppose I was wrong about the future of his world. I thought I could see into the future. He proved me wrong. I still won, In a sense. It seems the deaths were not futile as we had believed.

No need to smile anymore.

I'm Sorry

This will be my last post. I have given up. I tried my idea. It didn't work. I know if I do this, they will win....but I can't go on. I will be dead by the morning.

-S.C.

And Then I Was Tired

Very tired. After Smile's last post, I stayed up all night afraid of what might happen to me. Got to sleep at 2 AM, woke up at 6 AM with a drawing on my body. It seemed to be drawn by a child and was of as boy smiling a very large smile holding the hand of a tall suited man. I wonder who that is....(/sarcasm).
I HAVE kNOWN HiM FOR LONGER THAN YOU KNOW, SHROUdED ONE
I went to take a picture of it before I made this post, but it had mysteriously disappeared. Nice to see my little friends also traveled a state south just for me. I have an idea as to how i can find out if those people really died. My mother, the sect. Guess we'll just wait and see...
:)
-S.C.

A Brilliant Mind

thANK HeAVEN! THE CRIsIS --THE DANGeR AND THE LINGERING ILLNESS IS OVER AT LAST --, AND THE FEVER cALLED LIVING IS CONQUERED At LAST.

-Edgar Allen Poe

:)

Fuck You Too

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I'm sorry, I don't know how to begin this post. What I felt when I saw my mother's name in a sentence about a carcass, my first reaction was shock. That shock let into complete rage and now i'm just sad. I'm like the saddest boy alive. Of course, i'm not really. There are boys in Africa who lost both their parents and starve on a daily basis. They're sadder than me. In my shock it seems I blacked out and trashed my room. It also seems that now I should open the box. So I will. Consider this a live box opening with pictures and all.

This is the outside of the box. Our friend seems to have employed some well placed electrical tape.

Here is the contents of the box. Their arrangement is almost creepy  considering how much they were jostled around.

Here are the dolls alone. The big one is Max from where the wild things are. The two small ones seem to be  The Mad Hatter (left) and The Scarecrow (right).

And the not to go along with the dolls. "Dear friend Max, say hello to your wild things. One will fall apart by the hands of many nothings. One will grow mad from their own wrong doings. But you will always be there, Max. In and out of weeks. And almost a year. Searching for your wild things. But you will not find them. They will be long gone by then. I have seen this future. Thank you."

I need a bit of time to mourn, maybe go to a funeral. Bye.

-S.C.

The Beauty of Blood

THE caRCASS WAS the BEST PArT! OH BLiSS! BLISS AnD HEAVEN! IT WAS GORGeOUSNESS AND GORGEOUSITY MADE FLESH!

STAY SMILING, dear friend

:)

Relocation

Big changes have occurred. The police said that my closest living relatives were in San Diego. My grandparents. I flew over on a plane last night almost as soon as I got home. I was able to pack up my things. Clothes, Xbox, laptop, camera, everything I got in forest park and mount tabor, and some other personal things. I'm currently here in new room trying to get used to my surroundings. I have some pictures from mount tabor park to go along with my explanation of what happened. Here is the first.

This sign is in front of the entrance to Mount Tabor Park. At this point, I hadn't notice anything.

I took this picture right as we walked to our lunch spot. I didn't see anything, but I began to feel a sensation as if I were being watched.

When I took this picture, I was sure I had spotted him. I hurried my friend out of there and put on my goggles.

Then he was right there again. I swear, it's like he just appears behind you. My friend didn't seem to see him, but I told him it was time to go and "race you out of the park."

Now the part I didn't get pictures of. While running like hell out of the park, I was still wearing my goggles. Though this made it hard to see, I knew it was necessary. I saw a small box perched in between to branches in a tree. I had to stop and jump for it, but I still got out alive, obviously. If you do care, my friend beat me out of the forest by a good distance. I broke the tree line and felt something grabbing onto my shirt. Whatever it was ripped part of my shirt off, and I told my friend it got snagged on a low branch. We then walked back to my house and were startled to see police almost breaking down the door. I shouted for them to stop, and they promptly did. They said that my mother hadn't been found and that I was being relocated to San Diego. All of this in front of my friend, mind you. So I packed my bags and they whisked me off to the airport. Now we're here. I haven't opened the Box I found yet, but I might later today. I don't know. Talk to you guys as soon as I can.

-S.C.