Saturday, December 10, 2011


It's foggy. I can barely remember yesterday or the week before. I remember it eventually but it takes more work than it should to remember something that happened not too long ago.

There's some sort of mental wall in my head and I have to keep breaking it to get to my memories. It makes my head hurt.

My body feels foreign. I am a foreigner in my own body. Nate said I spent most of yesterday, either staring at the wall or laughing while I looked at my hands. Either way, he said that I was unresponsive.

I used to stare off for a long time and not respond. I didn't even know that they were there.

I'm so hungry. Nate says he has to save money so that we can stay in the hotel and not end up on the streets.

Friday, November 25, 2011

I'm Back B****es

So, I really have no idea what the fuck happened to me. Must have zoned out for a long time, didn't I? Anyways, I'm tired as fuck, and hungry. Dammit. Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I missed it. I wanna eat some turkey.

Hey Nate posted on my blog. I knew I should have put a password on my laptop. Get your own blog Nate. This bitch is mine.

Sorry if I made any of you peeps worried. Peeps. Oh, how I love those delicious peeps. With their marshmellowly goodness. So hungry right now.

I can't really remember what I did while I was gone. I walked around for a bit, and sat down for a bit. I think I slept under one of those highway bridges.

I do remember seeing a hobo fight of a raccoon for some trash food.

Damn, still hungry. I missed out on Thanksgiving. I is a sad person now.

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Kobalos, it has almost been three days and you still haven't come back. If you've walked through one of those doors I swear I'll make you regret it. I punched a monster-child in the face for crying outloud. I'm probably going to have to give that kid a feast. He must be hungry right now.

Monday, November 21, 2011


I have no idea where Kobalos is.

I am Nate, for the people that don't know me. It seems that Kobalos has been blogging about his experiences. I also found out about these other "little" creatures. Just what everyone needs. Oh joy...

Anyways, I would take what Kobalos said with a grain salt. It's not that he's a liar, but he tends not to tell the whole truth. Then again, everyone does that, especially whenever they talk about themselves. He didn't just waltz up to me and introduced himself and then started asking me questions. He is a lot more shyer than that. No, he just mumbled "Hello," and went to go get a drink of water. It wasn't until a few hours later, as I was reading some book, out of boredom, that he decided to ask me questions. I'll wait for him. He'll come back. He always does.

His most recent post are a cause for concern. I really hope he doesn't zone out like last time.

I hope he gets back soon.

Sunday, November 20, 2011


I have quite a few of them. Mental and physical. The Rake only caused a few of the physical. I remember waking up with cuts on my arms. Whenever things got hetic or whenever I couldn't handle life, I would pick at those cut. I was too weak to take life like a "man". My life wasn't that hard. I was just too weak to handle it. And I was ashamed of myself because of how weak I was. An example of me being: my mom would get mad and she would scold me over a misunderstanding. Since I was so weak, I took whatever she said too hard?, deep? I...she just got mad like every other mom did and she did what she had to do. And there was the other person, but it could have been worse. Besides, I allowed him to do that thing with me. I was too weak to stop him. So I fled. I fled from him, I fled from mom, I fled from life and my feelings. I hid within myself because of how weak I was. ---------------------------------------------- I realized something. I haven't been writting my dreams down. I should do that.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

I Wonder.

I wonder if my family even noticed that I was gone. I wonder if they are worried sick about me. I wonder if they are happy or sad that I'm gone. Have they called the police? Are they waiting for my return home? Are they even still alive? No, I mustn't think that. Once this is all over, I can go home, and we can be happy. Nate can be happy.

Does the school notice I'm gone?

I was really hoping to go to college. Once this is over, I can go back to school, and the go to college and get a degree. I am sorry if this post seems a bit off. I just very tierd. even my spelling and grammar are going doewnhill. goodnight.~ there's some weird show on. goodnight

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Hooray Another Hotel

I'm in a slightly more better hotel. Yay. Oh yeah, sorry about not posting this earlier. I was busy...doing nothing.

Well, it turns out that there was a huge hole in our previous hotel wall. I mean really big. That would explain the wooden board that was covering a section of the wall in our bathroom. And here I was freaking out, thinking that the Rake somehow teleported himself in our room. It's a great thing that Nate reminded me of the wooden board.

I ran out of the room that night, first I got my stuff. I really need to get my priorities straight. Back to my retelling of what happened that night. Nate was already out of the door. He told me to hurry up before I die. When I got out, he slammed the door shut. I swore I heard it shrieking. It hurt, but it was actually kind of funny.

We ran to Nate's car, got in, and for some reason I could not stop laughing. It was like I was in some absurd, deranged comedy movie. I think some of it was pent up nervousness, but laughing? Really Kobalos? Laughing?

I have no idea what I was feeling at that time. My emotions were sort of muted and conflicted. I was feeling, but at the same time I was not. This is confusing me.

As I've typed, we're in another hotel.

I'm gonna take a nap.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Hey guys. I'm in Arkansas, which is the state that I live in. Same state as my family.

I think the city's called Flippin.

I, something pale just flash right across my periphial vision. Shit. Just when I was getting used to this hotel.

Hi Rake, I know you're there. I saw you, and I can hear you.

Nate saw it too. He doesn't know what it is, but he thinks it's probably best if we leave.

I think it's in the bathroom. Or in the closet.

Well, we're getting the fuck outta here.

Gonna go get my bag and let's leave.

Nate's already out the door.  I hear something shrieking in the bathroom. I hear loud and clear. Damn that hurts. I  should probably leave right now.

See ya soon.

Fine. Leaving. Now.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Out and About

I went for a walk Friday. I would have written about it yesterday, but I was asleep for most of the day. I've been sleeping a lot lately.

It was a nice walk, not considering the fact that I got lost. Don't worry, I found my way back to the hotel.

I got lost in thought. I mean I really got lost in thought, to the point where everything around me in a sense disappeared. They were there, but at the same time they weren't there. I think my mind must have blocked those things out while I was lost in thought.

The same things kept going through my head over and over and they would not stop.

Once out of my thoughts, I found that I have wondered into some people buying/selling drugs. They saw me and started yelling. I must have panicked, whiched caused me to retreat into thought. Their voices were so loud, and yet I didn't understand a word they said.

They walked closer to me, and I ran?. I got the hell out off there. Next thing I knew, I was at some restaurant, watching the world past by. I think I must have ran into the restaurant, while I was being chased. I remember running, but not where I was going while I was running.

The waitress asked me if I wanted anything but I wanted nothing so I left.

I walked around again, looking for some signs. I didn't asked the waitress what city this was. It must have slipped my mind and when I realized that it was too late.

Well, my walk home consisted of me running into some prostitutes. They were nice, but I think one was hitting on me. They helped me out.

Then I was back at the hotel. Nate said I was gone for almost three or four hours. Damn.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Yay ^_^

Nate bought me some candy. He said it's for last night. I looked out the window today. It was a strange and unfamiliar sight. It still is. The streets are so (bleak) full of life. There are people chatting, running, walking, having a great time. The sky looks so grey and the buildings look dull. There is nothing to tell me where I am at. This is a crummy hotel. I think I saw some prostitutes while I was looking out the window. Nate is considering to let me out of the room so I can get fresh air. I hope he lets me out.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween

Too bad I won't be able to go trick or treating.

I am reminded of a song.

I really want some candy. Perferably chocolate.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Why I Do the Things I Do

I write this blog. I believe the correct term is type.

Why do I write? It's simply a way for me to get my story out. A rememberence thing. I always prefered the written word to the spoken word. With the written, people can always go back and read it. The spoken word can be tempered with, especially by memory. Memory can disort things, make people believe something different happened.

No no, that description does not do it justice. People remember things the way they want to. They misinterpeted words. It is much harder to do that with the written word. At least for me it is. Then again, I've never been good with the spoken word. That was one of the reasons why I felt comfortable with books. I can always go back and read it.

They were also my friends when the other kids didn't want to play with me. I can always pretend with books. Pretend that people actually wanted to spend time with me, and that I was some hero.  Doesn't every kid have these fantasies?

 If someone were to tell me their story, I may forget what their story. It is especially frustrating when I never see that person again, and I didn't get to write their story down as they were telling it. (I had to write Nate's story down while he told me it.)

He was wondering why I chose to write it down, but he shrug it off.

I really wish he would let me leave this hotel room. How long have I been here? I wasn't keeping track.

Another reason why I write this blog is so that other people will remember me in some form. I don't want to be forgotten. When people forget they leave. Always. They always leave.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I hope this works

Seriously, this time thingy was really bothering me.

Story Time

This has got to be the most boring week ever. I did nothing but stay in the hotel and either slept or go on the internet. Nate wouldn't let me leave the hotel room. He said something about it being "better" this way.

Nate, I have school to go to and a family that needs me back. I'm fucking teenager. I need to go to school to get an education, not running, or whatever the hell we're doing.
The end of my rant.

Well, I finally got the whole story from Nate. I know what happened to him, and to Destiny. They were close. Very close. He was emotionally cold toward others. Distant. Destiny thought he was interesting, so she approched him. At first, he thought she was annoying (much like how he viewed me. Thanks for telling me Nate) but she grew on him.

They started seeing each other. I don't know if they were just friends or more, Nate didn't tell me.

Destiny and Nate often spent their days in an abandon building. Nate was a few years older than Destiny. He was twenty-one, while she was nineteen. Both were attending the same college. And both were in the same classes.

Destiny and Nate spent their days in an abandoned building because, as Nate said, they wanted to get away from it all. Especially Nate. He thinks that his childhood probably wasn't a happy one. He can't really say, since he can't remember it.

One day, a Door appeared in the abandon building. Destiny, being curious, showed Nate the Door.
She made the mistake of opening the Door.

There was this city, different from the one they were living in. He said they were somewhere in Idaho, he can't remember.

Destiny wanted to explore it, so she told Nate to let her go through, and if she doesn't like it, she can just turn back.

Nate was a little cautious about going through unexplained doors, but after talking with her, he agreed. The only thing was, she had to keep the Door opened.

And so she went in, and the Door slammed shut. Nate tried opening the Door, but it wouldn't budge. As quickly as the door had appeared, it disappeared.

Nate visited the building in hopes of the Door reappearing, but it never did.

As he went into the building, he noticed that it was getting colder and colder. He had to bring a jacket because of the cold.

He met a small, bluish boy when he visited the building. The boy kept saying he was cold, so Nate offered the boy the jacket.

The boy looked at Nate, smiled, and sang this rhyme:
"Willy, a helpful boy but not well sighted,
Built a fireplace fire and self ignited;
Now, with the flames dying down and the room growing chilly,
Would someone please re-light Willy?"
(I had to search the internet for this. It's a good thing Nate remembered the gist of this rhyme.)

The boy then said something cruel about Destiny, so Nate punched the boy in the face. The boy's face cracked, and he smiled at Nate.

"You're a very cold man," he said.

Nate told me that he punched the kid again, but his hands were freezing and the hurt, and when he looked at the boy, he saw that the child's face had more cracks on it.

"You're a very cold man."

Nate got out of the building as quickly as he could, and ran. He's been on the run ever since.

That's his story.

He doesn't think he'll ever see Destiny again. Not after what I told him about the city that changes. The Empty City.

Nate's back, (he went to go get food) bye.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

This is Boring

I spent all of today in the hotel room doing practically nothing. Meh.

I really need to see my family right now. They're probably worried about me.

Unless they forgot about me.

No, no, I mustn't think that. Nate's asleep. I don't feel like waking him up.

This is so boring. The only thing I can do is go on the internet, but the connection is crappy, and it often turns off.

I guess this is the perfect oppurtunity to ask Nate some more questions. I'll do it once he awakes.

Until then, ciao~

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


Nate just kidnapped me. Yeah. On the bright side, no school work. On the down side, if I go back to school, I have to catch up with all that work.
Oh, and I also threw up a lot.
He was nice enough to let me have my computer.
We're in a car right now. He's driving it.
Tired. I'm going back to sleep. Will type later.
Stopped at some hotel. Have internet now.

I'm going on youtube to watch some videos. Maybe some of those movies. Good thing I had my stuff in my backpack. And by stuff I mean dvds and books. The dvds were in my backpack because I left them there and forgot about them. The books. I like to read.

My family. I wonder if they even noticed that I'm gone. They're going to be very sad. Maybe I can ask Nate if he could let me go home. I'm beginning to miss them.

He said no. It's better if I stay away from them.

Nate, I like you and all, but taking me away from my family is not the way to solve anything. What I mean is, hell. Kidnapping me isn't going to solve anything.

Where are we anyways?

I'm going to ask Nate.

He won't say anything except that we're in a hotel. I...already knew that.

I asked him how he kidnapped me and he said chloroform. He kidnapped me right around four, and it's six now. He also said I woke up not too long after he used that chloroform, looked at him, and then went right back to sleep.

Which reminds me; Where did Nate get chloroform?

Well, I can try to describe my settings to entertain myself.

There are two beds. A nightstand is between them. The floors are carpeted. I am terrible at this.

New try. The room is very small, with two beds, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. The carpet has some stains on it, I believe they're either piss or shit stains. Most likely from an animal, but animals aren't allowed in this hotel. I think. Now there's an image in my head of some dude shitting on the floor. Very odd image indeed.


Friday, October 7, 2011

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I hate. I hate. Hmmm. The words I want to say, what do I want to type? How my day went? Great. My friends don't remember me, so they should just die. Die. Die? I should just die?
Why have friends? They'll just leave me or hate me or die on me.

Girls. Boys. None of them was safe from that wretched creature.
 Why didn't I die? Why did it leave me alive with these memories?

There was the very nice girl and she wanted to play with me. She actually wanted to play with me. Me! Of all people and she chose me.
I was never a popular child. Back then, I guess I can say I was an awkward child. I wonder if that's why people bully me.
Anyway, she saw me sitting in the corner, staring. I didn't have any friends to play with, so I just retreated into my mind. She came up to me and asked if I wanted to play with her and her friends. I accepted her request, and she help me gain some friends. I was so happy and thankful for that.

It wasn't until a few months later that she died. She fucking died. Mommy and daddy told me she moved away. They all moved away. I found out the truth. They were killed. Murdered.

She was practically torn to shreds. They were practically torn to shreds.

They were just children. They didn't deserve that. To be killed like that.

And I didn't even get to thank Hunter for trying to kill that bastard.

It should have just killed me.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Do I really need to title this?

Happy, happy, I'm so happy and joyous and giddily inside. Is giddily even a word? It should be. It is a word.
I am happy. Don't believe me. See, I am smiling and laughing. Oh wait, you can't see me. Stupid me. Stupid, stupid, stupid me. Can't do anything right.

But I am fine, despite my numerous flaws.
Really, I am!
Believe me, I am fine. No, I'm joyful.

I feel so emhaptypy inside. Happy, I meant happy.

I'm such a failure.

happy joyful living happy joyous merry mirthful

forget me

please don't

overjoyed perky 

Let's listen to some fun songs!

What songs are fun? Hmm...

I know!

My friends are forgetting me. They make promises to me, but then forget them. They forget my name, or my face. They forget the things I did with them. They forget to help me when I get picked on. They look at me as if I'm a stranger. A stranger. Strange.

Forgotten. My name, my face, my being. Forgotten.

He's making them forget. And I was so stupid not to realize this. I wrote it off as something else, when in reality, it was Him all along. He is the culprit. For what reason? Hell if I know.

Monday, September 19, 2011


My friend doesn't remember me. She used to protect me from those bullies. Now she won't. She sides with them, saying she doesn't even know me. All memories of me ever being her friend has been erased. I have been forgotten by her.

They forgot about me. They left me outside, locked the door on me. I screamed and I screamed, banging the door with my tiny fist until they hurt. That monster was out there, I knew it was. I heard scraping, something talking with a raspy voice. It was coming closer and no one would answer the door for me. I was crying. Telling them to please let me in. They did. I ran into the house. My mom said she thought I was already inside the house. How could she not noticed that I was gone? My brothers, I think one was laughing. That made me mad, so I went into my room and slammed the door. Mom got mad and started yelling, screeching at me. That just made me cry more.

She was my best friend. How could I not noticed. Should have known what was going on. So stupid.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Blast it.

Gramps is here. What the hell? He shows up after all this time. I'm at the school library. It has less filters than the cafeteria. Oh shit! He noticed me. Just say hi, pretend he's someone you know. Or maybe I can call out “HELP! HE'S TRYING TO MOLEST ME!” That seems to work in the movies.

He's still carrying that dumb book. How many books does he have?

He's walking around, hunched. He actually looks like some person that makes cookies for his grandchildren. (I like cookies. Especially chocolate chip cookies. Once I had a roach on my cookie, but I was too hungry to care, so I flicked the roach off and ate my cookie.) Or one of those people who wander around because they forgot who they were. Dementia. He looks so fragile. Not many people give second thought to a fragile looking old man. He can't harm anyone. He's too weak to hurt anyone.

It's a lie. He probably knows it. No one thinks about the weird old man who wanders around libraries. One would think that after watching a movie with an evil person who looked harmless, people would be more on guard. Unfortunately, real life does not work out that way. How sad.

Well, I'm going to see if I can take his book. If I don't post in ten minutes, you can guess what happened to me.

I chickened out. Oh well, better luck next time.

Well, I'm off.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

An Update

I am fine everyone. Very fine. Nate is fine as well. He hasn't stepped through any doors, and he certainly isn't dead.
I haven't been updating since school has been keeping me busy.

Some Videos

Sunday, August 21, 2011


 I wonder if my school allows blogspot. I should probably check tomorrow. I bring my laptop to school, so at lunchtime, I'm mostly on it. I usually go on TV Tropes, or I just research random things. Mostly murder cases and such. Anyone remember The Black Dahlia. I looked up her pictures on google image and boy, were they creepy. I'm surprised the school allowed those images. Anyone ever heard of Boy in the Box. It was a dead boy is some box. I believe he was a victim of child abuse. I had an encyclopedia on unsolved cases. It was a library book, so I had to return it.

I am reminded of other abuse cases. Silvia Likens was tortured by her peers and later died of shock. AJ Schwarz died when his step-mom killed him. That boy was brought out of an abusive household and put in a worse situation. I detest abuse. I just loathe it. I think that's why I want to become an investigator. To help out other people. Although, sometimes I might have to see if a person is being unfaithful, so I may have to tell who ever hired me to not kill their spouse. I don't want to have a guilty conscious.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Went hiking yesterday. It was fun. I like hiking and exploring. There were a lot of trees and shrubs. Even though there were many trees, there was barely any shade. My family and I were trying to get to the top of the hill, but because of how hot it was, we ended up going back. We didn't even get to reach the top. Dad said we can try again next time.

I also visited Nate today, and yesterday as well. I gave him a soda and a bag of chips.

I told him about those creatures and what they were.

“Those Doors lead to the Empty City. It's called Empty because if you go in there, you'll be alone. It's always changing, so you'll get lost easily. And it eats its victims.”
When I said that, he looked mournful.
I continued. “That boy you met is The Cold Boy. He freezes people. Makes 'em freeze to death.”
(Ice Lad seems like a good nickname.)

I told him there are others. I already met two of them Gramps (Blind Man, or GRANDFATHER, if you're the Archive people), and The Rake (when I was a small child.)

Although, now you can say I've met more. Doors, which is more of Nate's problem. So that makes three. 

I visit Nate everyday. I visit him to make sure he doesn't open a door and go through it.
I don't want to lose anyone.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Another Meeting

 Nate answered the door yesterday. He looked tired. I mean tired. He had bags under his eyes and his gait was wobbly. He was shaking really bad. He said he was sorry for not answering the door but he has been really busy the past few days. I asked him what and he closed the door on my face. I did the only thing I could do. I waited outside until he came out.

He did. After half an hour. “Go home,” he said.

I refused. I had questions. I wanted answers, so I asked him about those creatures.

I'll try to write the conversation to the best of my abilities.

K: “What are they?”

N: “I don't know.”

K: “What can you tell me about them?”

N: “I don't even know what they are. How the hell can I tell you anything?”

K: “Try your best?”

N: “All I know is that there are doors appearing and whenever one opens the door there's this city. This fucking city. How the hell is that even possible? And Des-”

He looked like he was about to say something but he stopped himself. I wonder if something bad happened, so I didn't push it. I can get that information later.

N: “And there's this boy who followed me around, complaining about being cold and singing creepy tunes. Now are you happy with your new information?”

I didn't answer him. To say I was happy would be a lie. To say I was unhappy is another lie.

I just wanted information. That was all that mattered to me. That is all that matters. Information. I like to gather information. No, there are other things that matter. I think.

I know the Archive  has information, but I like other people's ideas?, facts?, whatever, on these creatures.

My life is pretty much mudane compared to the others. I just hope it stays that way.

Saturday, August 13, 2011


I'm just going to spam my followers with music. I now have more than one follower. Interesting.


I'll try and visit Nate today. I have been visiting him, but he has not answer the door.

I'm neither a player ( I do play the game, sometimes, but I wouldn't call myself a player. I mostly watch the game.), nor a proxy. I guess you can call me something else, Dia. If you have any questions, ask and I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

You probably want to know how I know about you.

Monday, August 8, 2011

An Old Conversation

"What's that?"

"That's the thingy that talks to me at night."

"It's just two black circles."

"Sometimes I don't see it. I can hear it even when I'm sleeping. One time, I heard a song while I was sleeping."

"Can you tell me what these black circles are?"

"It's eyes. I saw 'em, then closed mine right away and fell asleep."

"Can you tell me what it said?"

"I dunno."

"You mean, you don't know what it said?"

"Yes. It mumbles."

"Do you know why you are here?"

"Because the teacher sent me."

"You are here because you broke down crying. Right in the middle of the class. She also said that you seemed to be losing your focus and would zone out at any time. And you would fall asleep when you were supposed to be on task."


"Have you been getting enough sleep? Be honest."

"If I sleep, that thing well get me."

"Has it ever come to you while you were awake?"

"No. It only comes while I sleep, so I stay awake."

I can't remember the rest of the conversation. All I remember was being hurt when my councilor didn't believe me. No one believed me about that monster, so I was upset. Angry. I wanted her to hurt. I didn't say anything about it though. I kept it all to myself since I didn't want to bother people. Things were normal for the next couple of days. One day, I found out that the councilor wasn't at school any more. I tried asking the teacher, but she wouldn't answer.

She did answer, eventually. Days after the councilor left. She told me that the councilor died.

Someone had slit her throat, was what I later found out. Her body had multiple scratches on it.

Sometimes, I think it's my fault that she died.

Saturday, August 6, 2011


I need. What is it that I need. Sorry, my thoughts seemed to be jumbled. I think I'm hungry. Having little food is not good, but I'm use to it.

I think I was supposed to type about something, but I can't remember.

Sometimes, I don't think I'm real. Like I'm a figment of everyone's imagination. Sometimes, everything just seems so unreal to me. I'd sit in class, and it would feel like a dream.

I detest speaking. What's the point if nobody can hear me? Even if I do shout. I prefer writing. Strangely, if it's an wide open space, people seem to hear me.

The only people I normally talk to are my family, and Nate. I haven't seen him in while though. I hope he didn't open a door. I plan to visit him tomorrow, and get some more information.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


I like birds. Just wanted to say that. I mean, they're fascinating, and they can fly. I always wanted to fly an airplane. One of my dream jobs was to be a fighter jet pilot. Unfortunately, according to, that job will soon become unavailable.

I use to have a pet budgie, but it died a few years ago. It was soooooo talkative and outgoing. It would also try to eat my apples. Yeah. I got a new one.

Another Visit

I went to Nate's house again yesterday. I meant to go the day before yesterday, but I got distracted by some trivial things. He was out on his porch and he seemed pretty tired. We talked some more. Mostly about how our day was.

He had a nice looking door at the side of his house. How could I not notice that door? It's design was pretty. I wish I had a door like that. Anyhow, I'm not opening it. If I were to open it, I know curiosity would get the best of me, and I might do something regrettable. If a door appears, and it wasn't there before, don't open it. If the SHADOWS flee from the door, don't open it, so I've heard. I told Nate about the door but he said that door just appeared yesterday. Doors keep appearing and disappearing where ever he goes. He's not opening them either.

Nate's an okay guy. Dresses in what most people would call rags, and he has unkempt hair, but he's been good so far.

Sunday, July 31, 2011


I met the man again. This time I was not stalking following him. It was by chance. I was walking around yesterday, like I usually do. We met in front of his house. Now I know where he lives. :D. He asked me if I was following him. I said sort of. I asked him again if he noticed anything strange. He was mostly rambling, but he kept mentioning something about doors and coldness. Actually his whole answer revolved around doors and coldness. If only I can remember his actual words. Curse my auditory forgetfulness and lack of attention when somebody is speaking to me. I just remember him mentioning doors, and not to open them. Also said something about being cold.

Then he looked at me and asked me my name. I told him to call me Kobolos. It was either that or Joe John Sebastian. Kobalos was the shortest, albeit odd name. He told me to call him Nate. He also called me pretty damn persistent. I said I'm just bored.

He told me he was sorry for rambling and for being rude. He said he hasn't been getting much sleep lately, so his mind has been foggy and such.

He then asked me if I wanted a drink. I declined. What if he poisoned it? Then I'll be dead, or worse. 'Sides, I don't feel comfortable taking stuff from strangers. Even if they mean well.

We talked some more. Mostly how the summer has been. He said his summer has been relatively uneventful. As, has mine. Well, I'll be going to school in a couple of weeks, so that might ease the boredom. I can't wait to see my friends.

Nate then told me that he has to make dinner, so he went back inside his house.

I'm going to visit him hopefully tomorrow. He seems nice.

I know to keep my distance, so I won't be entering his house.

Thursday, July 28, 2011


I just remembered that I posses a camera. Too bad there is nothing worth recording at the moment. If I find anything, I'll post it.

I know it's going to make me sound like a stalker, but I have been following that man around. I believe he knows that I am following him. He always throws these glances at my direction. I have yet to find out where he lives.

The only time I get to see him is usually at the library, granted I only met him twice there. Once yesterday, and the day before yesterday.

He left. He looked like he was in a hurry to leave. If only I could talk to him, then maybe I would know what haunts him. I do not know if I would be able to help him out, but at least I can try.


I thought I saw Gramps not too long ago. It turns out it was just an old man. He had eyes. Green ones in fact.

Nothing interesting has happened so far.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


Met the man that Gramps talked to. He acted sort of strangely. Oh, we met at the library. I happened to go there a lot. I like libraries. They're always so quiet and they have a lot of books. Books make me happy.

Well, anyways, I talked to the man. He was a bit bewildered that a teenager would be talking to him. I asked him about the old man with the book. He didn't know what happened, but he said he can't remember anything from his childhood. Nothing, zip, nada. No matter how much he racked his brains, he can't find the memories.

I asked him if he noticed anything strange. His eyes widened, but he said no. Then he left the library.

I'm going to follow that guy.


The man got into his car, and drove off.
Zum Donnerwetter.

House of Leaves and some more videos.

House of Leaves
I had been reading this book, but stopped.
I remembered one segment that talked about The Minotaur. The man speculated that The Minotaur was just a deformed child whose father sent away. Those children that were sacrificed as food for The Minotaur, well, they died of starvation.
Then Theseus slays The Minotaur for sport.

“The girls must be hoes because with hoes you don't feel love for them.”-Master Yoda.
Just imagine Yoda saying something like that.
Also; “I was drunk as fuck.” and “Fuck hoes doing crazy shit.”

I really wanna get Cthulhutech. I also need to get some more books, which reminds me. Borders is closing down. Damn, and I haven't even used my giftcard. I will order online from them. I guess I would have to shop at Barnes and Noble. Or I could just order from Amazon, but I don't have the means to.

I really want to play Batman Arkham Asylum and Euthanasia. I saw my older brother playing it and thought it looked swell. And, it's free. Also Ryushiki07th is going to release Higabana: the visual novel sometime in August. Oh, hooray. I have got to get some more of his games. I played the first game and even after knowing what happened to everyone, I almost cried.

Monday, July 25, 2011


Feel like writing about Oedipus today.

Oedipus was born the some rulers who heard of a prophecy in which their son would kill his father, the king. The king disposes of the baby, hoping the elements would kill it, but a farmer takes to boy in and calls him Oedipus, because of the lad's deformed foot.

Oedipus grows up and goes to an oracle. While he is there the oracle tells him that he will his father.

One day Oedipus was traveling a road. Some dude makes him mad, so he did the only reasonable thing, he killed the dude, and some unimportant people.

Stuff happens involving Sphinx and a city. He saves the city and becomes their new king, 'cause the old one's dead. Hooray.

Then the city falls on hard time and the council and Oedipus, I think, had to find out who killed the king.

After some arguments and Oedipus threatening a guy, Oedipus finds out he killed the king. He also finds out that the king was his father.

His wife finds out about this as well. Oedipus and her both had children together. Oedipus is her son, mind you. So, she goes into her room and kills herself.

Oedipus sees her corpse, takes her brooch, and stabs his eyes.
I forgot what happens afterward, I think he ended up cursing his children and wandering around someplace blind.

Well, that's all I can remember about Oedipus.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Oh Hai There Follower And Commenter.

Just felt like I should acknowledge that person.

Anyways, my day has been fairly normal. I think Gramps (I'm going to call him that. It's short enough for me) is somewhere else. Haven't seen him at the library for quite some time. I haven't seen that person he talked to either. I still remember what that person looks like, so I'm sure I will recognize him if I saw him.

No dreams of The Rake or Gramps (that was one trippy, geologically messed up, time disorted dream), but then again, I did not get that much sleep. All I can remember from my dream is my brother photoshoping lightning balls and somehow those lightning balls appeared. Very colorful. Also some Angel from Evangelion was there and so were Brian and Meg from Family Guy.

I feel like posting random videos.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Automaton and The Dog

The Automaton was just an old, ugly thing with its head that looks like a skull and a cowboy hat on top of it. It wore traditional Mexican clothing.
It was very clumsy and was prone to making mistakes. The maker considered it to be a failure and discarded it.
The automaton tried its best to please its maker. It would play all sorts of stringed instruments: harps, guitars, banjos, and such, but its playing was horrible.
It traveled around, looking for someone to please. Everyone was either afraid of this brown, wooden automaton or annoyed by it.
One day it met a human girl who caught its fancy. It would play songs for her, but she hated the automaton and wanted it to go away.
The automaton realized that the only way to please her, to please others, was to leave and never show itself to others.
No matter how much it hurt the automaton. No matter how lonely the automaton was and how much it wanted a companion to stay by its side, the automaton realized no one would love it.
The automaton wanted to please others, so by leaving, it was doing everyone a favor.
So it left.

The dog was a very vain dog. He would fret about his weight and appearances.
His owner was a lovely young boy who loved the dog dearly.
The dog would always put others down because of their appearances.
One day, while holding the dog, the boy jokingly said how pudgy the dog was.
The dog, worried about his weight, stopped eating.
One day, the dog met a group who said they will restore the dog's beauty if it only left his master.
The dog chose the group, his looks, above his owner.

Just two parts of a dream I had.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Island School

My dream was weird. Then again, it's always weird. Dreams are like that you know.
Well anyway, my school was on a small island. On the mainland was another school that we students had to go to. Think we had to swim there. And for some reason there was a shit load of ants coming out from a pipe, which I believed was from the kitchen. None of us took notice of it as it was quite natural, apparently. I think they were fire ants. (I used to have an infestation of those bastards. Have thirty or more bites on me at a time.) We had to solve some sort of mystery about where our cook was. Found out he was just chillin on the beach. I think he gave us some food.

Then it was time for us to go back to mainland school. My next class was English. I then remembered that I didn't finish my English assignment. It was either skip or suck it up. I chose to suck it up and go to class. Our teacher was that old man. He had that book open on his desk and he was writing in it. His sunglasses were nowhere to be seen.

The class was pretty accepting of this man, (if you can call him that) with no eyes. Still better then the original teacher we all figured. Hopefully he didn't know about the assignment. He did. I had to turn it an unfinished paper.
Despite having no eyes, his handwriting was remarkably better than my own. Mine, I don't think I was even writing that time. It was just scribbles.
When I looked at my classmates, I found that their eyes were missing. A little unnerving if you ask me, but I didn't think much of it.

The most scariest, craziest, yet awesome part came when gigantic spiders started a war with some ants that were about the size of the spiders. Both were bigger than a car.
Imagine two bugs bigger than a car duking it outside your school window. I can't remember which side won, but it was awesome.

It's like the time my dog turned into a two headed monster and devoured another dog. Best dream ever.

Then my dream shifted and I was at my grandparents house, spending the night. The only thing was, I forgot my laptop and book.

Oh and my grandparents didn't have any eyes.

I think that incident must have left a mental scar on me, since I'm dreaming about people with no eyes.

Well, at least it wasn't a dream about The Rake, I have a hard time typing that name for some reason, so that's a change. I guess.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

The Beast

Let me tell you about the beast.

Pale and ugly was it. Whispering, mumbling. It looked at me with those pit black eyes.

I saw it. I thought some dog came into my room somehow, but dogs don't talk. They don't whisper.

I did what any child would have done. I hid beneath my blanket and fell asleep.

I told my mom the next day and she said to stop making up such nonsenses. Monsters don't exist. She said I was just 
trying to get attention like I always do.

It came to me night after night. No one would believe me.

One day I woke up to find that one of our cats was torn to pieces. I told my parents that the monster did it, but they did not believe me. They thought that some teenager or dog must have killed the cat. Not some made up monster.

We moved away from that house. Away from that monster.

So why the hell am I just remembering all this as of now?

I thought the nightmares would end.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Curiosty Killed The Cat

He, that man, let me start from the beginning. I got curious. I wanted to see that book. The old man left it on a table. I opened it. Names, there were names in that book and beneath those name stories. I skimmed through it, but I felt a presence behind me. I turned around, still holding that book, and saw the old man staring at me. How long had he been there? I don't know. He could have been there ever since I opened that book. Then why didn't he tell me to stop?
I thought he was going to hit me, yell at me for doing something that I shouldn't do, so I panicked. I threw up my hands to protect myself but my hand must have hit his sunglasses. That man, where his eyes should be were holes. Just holes. He had no eyes and yet he was looking at me. He smiled. I gave him his book back. I gave him his sunglasses.

No eyes. That thing had eyes. Pitch black eyes and it would always stare at me and I would always hide underneath my blankets so that monster won't get me. I tried telling mommy about that monster but she told me it's not real. She didn't believe me. My dad told me it was my imagination. I tried telling him about the voice, the words of the beast, but he said it could have been the radio.

No, mustn't think about that thing. If I don't think about it...Who am I kidding? Ignoring my problem is not going to solve it. But how?

I don't think that old man was after me. Then, who was he after? I need to find that person someday.

It's like I'm at a Candy Shop.

I am at the library again. That old man isn't there. Maybe he'll come here later. I did arrive rather early.

Let me tell you about my days so far. I slept, ate, read, and drank—nonalcoholic beverages. That's pretty what my life is like. Sometimes I would go out for a walk with my brother, just to get some exercise. I also clean the place, whenever I'm told to. That's pretty much what I do on a regular bases. Sad, I know. I'm looking for a job so I can have some money. Money is a necessity, I really need some. Since I am almost an adult, I need to learn how to get a job. I also need to stop procrastinating on things just because I don't want to do them.

He's here. He's here.

He's wandering around again. He's still has on sunglasses, and that big book tuck underneath his arm.

I'll write if something interesting happens.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011


I had a dream last night. I can only remember snippets of it. Something about our car turning into a plane, being late for school and trying to catch the bus, that sort of dream. You know the dreams you have where you are someplace doing one thing then you somehow magically end up in another place doing something else. That's how my dreams are most of the time.
I remember this one part pretty damn clearly though. There was this room, a house maybe. Blood splatter was on the wall. Bloodied writing was on the wall. They all told about getting out or some such. I remember there was this guy who would take women to that house (I don't know if he drugged and kidnapped them, or tricked them into going there) and he would torture them. It made me afraid of being alone, because what if that man got me but no one was there to save me. I was actually thinking that in my dreams.
It was in the woods. The house was. For some reason my dream played like a news report, showing the pictures of the torture equipment and those rooms.
That's all I remember about that dream.
Another dream I had involve Syler from Heroes and a guy from a book selling hot-dogs in front of our old house. There were also these skeletal golems from Neverwinter Nights game roaming around.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


I am sorry.

That thing is still hunting my dreams. For some reason I'm a child in my dreams. I always cry in my dreams. I'm terrified that the thing would hurt me, and no one would know until it's too late. It always told me things. I never understood it. Then it would leave and I'd wake up, on the floor instead of a bed.

I couldn't update Saturday because my younger brother and I ended up spending the night at our grandparents' house. Our cousins were there too.
We went to Mr.Gattis. I won the least tickets-360 total. It's more than I usually make, which is about 20 tickets. I am that horrible at the games. Everyone else won about 1,000. My prize I chose was a skull ball, but I lost it.

I'm currently at the library now. No sign of the old man anywhere. I think he might have left already. Oh well, I can always try next week.

I really wish that thing will get out of my dreams.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Can't Wait

I cannot wait until tomorrow. I'm going to a party with my younger brother. Then I can eat and play a some games. It'll be fun. Yes, so very fun.

I can't remember last night's dream. I don't think I want to remember, except for the fun stuff. Those parts are good to remember. No, I won't try to remember that creature watching me in that pitch black room. I can't see it but I know it's there. No, I'll try to remember that comfy bed instead. With its big blanket that I can hide under so that creature won't get me. I'll remember the warmth of the blanket and not the words of that creature.

I'm planning on walking to the library with my younger brother Saturday. I really hope to see that man with the book.

Oh, remember when I wrote that the library was the only time I got internet connection. What I meant by that was, only one person at my home can use the internet. My older brother is on it most of the time, so my younger brother and I go to the library to get internet connection.

That's all for now folks.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Gotta Stop Procrastinating

I really got to stop procrastinating. I've stopped reading the book for English Class because I'm just not into it. I'm basically having to drag myself along. It really is a pain to read. There are some good parts in the book though. I think most of the problem lies within the fact that I was already reading another book, but chose to stop reading to start reading the one for English. I have to finish that book before August 19. I'm one-third done. I also have to write about some passages that relate to a character of my choosing. I need to start on that.

I haven't been to the library, sadly. Not enough gas to get there. I sort of wanted to go, not just to get unlimited internet, but to see that old man again. I don't know why. I think it may be because of that book he was carrying. I want to know what's in it. I want to know what's so special about it. I just want to know.

Other news: I had a strange dream involving the Agents of Cracked. I was looking up porn in my dream, but had left my computer, only to find Swaim on it when I got back. It ended up with us talking about porn and ignoring DOB.

I was being chased by something. I don't know what it was.

Want to see that book.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Blogging from iGoogle and Gmail - Blogger Help

Blogging from iGoogle and Gmail - Blogger Help

I just found this thing out. Cool, now I won't have to actually go on blogspot.

The old man has left his spot and is now wandering around again.


As the title stated, I am hungry. I only ate a scone today. I probably won't eat much later, considering the lack of good food in my house.

On the flip side, you know that old man I recently wrote about. Well, he's been staring in my direction for a while now. In fact, I don't think he ever read to any children. I saw him wandering around the library, with that big book tucked under his arms, and talking to some people about stuff. I don't know what, for I was too busy listening to music, but the other person got this strange look in his eye.

So hungry.

I am curious as to what their conversation was like. I'd ask the person or maybe the old man, but that would be considered rude.

Really need to find something to eat.

I wonder what's in that book of his. It must be really great if he holds it close to him like that.

He's still staring at me. Is he shy? Or does he have a habit of staring?
That happens to me tons of times. I would be lost in thought, staring, and then I'd realized that I have been staring at someone. Very awkward.

Need food.

Hello Again

Just got back from church. It was meh, as always. Right now, I'm at the library. I only have internet connection when I'm at the library.

Went to my grandmother's house yesterday and had dinner. Then I slept, and read a book. I have to read that book for English. Sucks.

I got to stop procrastinating on my Chemistry Summer Assignment. Need to finish it before school starts. Sucks.

There's a weird old man at the library. He looks like he can be somebody's grandpa. I can't see his eyes, though. He is wearing sunglasses. Who the hell wears sunglasses in the the library? Oh well. He's also carrying this big book. He must be reading to the children. How sweet.

I can't remember last night's dream. I think it had something to do with zombies. Most of my dreams have zombies. They also have me losing my eyesight, but that's a different story.

Well that's it for now. I'll update when something interesting happens.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Hello There

Hello all.

You may be wondering why I'm writing in this blog. It' just for me to rant about things, talk about my day, or describe my dreams.

I remember this dream I had as young child. In it, everyone around me were naked. It wasn't the nudity that unnerved me. No, it was when they got close to me with their outstretched arms. That was when things got freaky to say the least, for when they got close to me, parts of their body would explode and blood would be everywhere. I remember that my mom's head exploded while she tried to hug me. Right in front of my very eyes, and yet, she was still walking. Well, that's the extent of my dream. Another dream I had involved a stalker, or stalkers.

Two of the most current dreams I had, well I'll describe the first one. There was this woman, she would help out these lost girls. Turns out she was actually manipulating them. The girls would tear out their own flesh, sometimes they would tear out each others. I remember one girl was missing her part of her midsection, her organs were showing, and she was sliding on her stomach, like one of those slip and slides with water, only she was using her own blood. The girls were happy that somebody was paying attention to them. Next thing I knew, I ended up in that woman's class. I got the hell out of there, jumped down to the first floor (the place was like some sort of mall-college hybrid) and ran.

The other one took place in a room. It was pitch black, I could not see a thing, but I heard something. Something was watching me and I couldn't see it. I didn't want to see it. I pretended to be asleep in my dream, so that creature would not get me. I think it was trying to say something, but I couldn't understand it, then I woke up. I felt envy towards my dream -self, because I sleep on the floor. Dream-self had a bed.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.

I won't give out my real name, for safety reasons. I am still a teenager. I am interested in becoming either an architect, doctor, or investigator.

If you were to see me in real life, you probably would not think much of me, since I rarely talk. People are always surprised to hear me say just one sentence. I blame shyness, and the fact that I'm just not much of a talker. I can write pages and pages on a subject that interest me, but struggle just to describe it to a person. Really sucks when the teacher wants me to describe my thoughts or feelings. Feelings are a tough one for me because of the fact that I don't know what I am feeling. The emotions are always vague.

I chose this name for my blog because I really liked Oedipus Rex. Since Oedipus's mother makes an appearance in the House of Death, I put it in my title as well. You see, I'm a fan of mythology, especially Greek Mythology. Read lots and lots of books about it when I was little.

Well, that's me in a nutshell.