home

i did it everyone.


two grand


two thousand dollars saved up to get my ass back home.


feels great guys.



then again it feels awful.


how are people gonna react when i return


will they care? 


will they say "oh we missed you"? or "we're so glad you're back"?


i dunno, i just want to return home. just need to get back.


all will be great.


all will be a-okay


i'll be fine

i just gotta get home

just gotta get home

gotta get home
gotta get home
gotta get home
gotta get home
home
home 
home 
home
home
home

Jericho, Kansas.

hey guys.


uh... shit.


over a month.


sorry about that. i just...


i had to get my bearings.

nothing bad has happened! 


so i guess that's a plus.


the motel is extended stay, so i've been living here for a while.

it's almost... normal, well save for the fact i don't know where i am, and plus, AND PLUS

No one on Facebook seems to care what happened to me.


it's freaky, like i was erased from existence or something.

whatever. the motel is nice, i have my computer and decent internet, and i have  a job here.

you're probably thinking "cecil, what the fuck? you don't know where you are, and you're completely chill with it?" i just roll with things, and see how they turn out. 



it's cool.


no biggie.


just deal with it.


anyway, Jericho is essentially a small town with a single grocery store, and a few fast food joints, with some other shops sprinkled in for good measure. the population is about 5,000. 
it's small and no one here has realized that i just came out of nowhere. they just dealt with my arrival as need be.


good town. 

hope it doesn't get nuked (hehehehehehehehe)

once i get enough cash from my job to leave, i will. sit tight everyone.

it's all good. for now, i guess. -C

I have no idea where I am.

i guess before getting to what's going on now, i probably should explain the last post.

the thing is... i can't.


i don't know what happened.

at. all.


one second i'm sitting in my chair, the next, blood. and feeling faint.

i pass out i guess.

i don't know where i am in relation to my home.


i'm in Jericho.


and it's almost a month since my last post (and frankly the last thing i remember)
what


how did i get here.


why am i IN FUCKING KANSAS


I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM IN KANSAS

WHAT THE FUCK

WHY

i just woke up in a motel.

my bags are here, and filled with clothes.

i... just... how. 


no one's called me or anything

what happened to me? -C

dizzy

can't think straight

fine minutes ago

coughing 

coughing


can't breath


blood 


so much blood.


whats going on 


hospital

sleep

cant do this 


i cant 


all lies


facade 


i have to be honest

cant live 

cant breath 

bleeding

Update on my life!

BUTTS!



In a few weeks I am due to go to MegaCon! That's a huge convention in Orlando that has a ton of people showing up. I am super pumped about that. Literally the day after I get back  from MegaCon, I go to Tampa for International Thespian Society State Competition. (Fancy word for Theatre Competition)

Before that, a dodgeball game! (HOW DO I GET MYSELF INTO THIS)


So I got many stuffs to do. 


Also: no weird dream, but I had a vivid hallucination due to a combination of lack of sleep and lack of caffeine the other day. 

Creepy teenager in a leather jacket staring at me. 

Eugh, my imagination annoys me.

A lot. 


So! 


In order for book ends...


BUTTS! - C 

Weird Dreams

Or "The thing that's recurring on a weekly basis" If you will.

    Hey lifers, how's it hangin'? Pretty good I hope. 

I just felt like I needed to update, but there wasn't anything interesting or relevant going on in my life up until last night.

I had a weird dream.

Well- more like multiple weird dreams.

Each would fade into each other.

They all freaked me out. Like, immensely. 

So: 

1st One) I awake in a field of nothing but de-thorned roses. I stand. There is another figure at the edge of the field. I run to him, but he disappears behind me. I turn around and run to him again, this time successfully. It's a teenage boy, no more than seventeen. All he says is "I am Arial." And it fades into the next dream.


2nd One) I'm sitting in the back of my car. The sky is blood red. Greg is driving, screaming at the person next to me to "press on the fucking wound" I look down. I've got a hole in my chest. Funny thing is, I don't feel anything. I look outside. We're driving down an empty country road that I don't recognize. The person holding down my wound is Greg's older brother, Danny. The last thing I hear is Danny shout "HE'S GETTING CLOSER!" I black out and fade into the next one


3rd One) I inside an abandoned house. I am holding a flashlight. I run towards the door, but it keeps getting farther away. I decide to turn around, and I see Arial. He's standing in the hallway. I run towards him, but something stops me, and pulls me back. I lose my grip, and fall forward. I turn around, to see what is pulling me. It's him. HIM. I try to scream for help, for Arial or someone to help, but nothing comes out, and I wake up, in a cold sweat.

I don't know what's going on with my brain, but it may have something to do with the greasy chinese food I had eaten the night before. 

Enjoy this post lifers! - C

Yeah.

I sorta figured that it was the SCP logo, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. No. I'm not fucking with you.

I swear.

On my life.

I am not fucking with you.

What purpose would it serve for me to joke around about this.

Seriously. Why would you even figure that was a joking matter? 

Yeah, I joke about a lot of stuff, but if it would freak others out, I wouldn't do it. That's just a plain dick move. 

Also: No. I haven't seen it in days. Which is good. 

I am happy about that. 


So yeah. Greg, I ain't joking. So you can just stop with that train of thought.


Enjoy -C