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

School

 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.

Explanation

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. 

Damn.

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.

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.

Music

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









Enjoy.

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.

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."

"Sorry."

"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.

Rambling

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.

Birds

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 cracked.com, 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.