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  

guess who's back. back again

greg is back. tell your friends. 

So yeah, judging from that awful Eminem parody, it's obvious. I'm back. I bet you lifers are super excited. (Cecil said to call you that. Sounds cool enough I guess.) So yeah. Cecil and I made up. *Cue the awwwws* And I hope to continue writing on this blog. 

Which is good enough I guess, but C is still freaking me sometimes with his glances over his shoulders and his small bouts of paranoia where he asks if "The black car is there".  Judging from the other posts on this blog, a car has been following him. That's creepy in itself, but something else sorta stood out.  

The symbol Cecil drew in MS Paint, it looks exactly like the SCP Foundation symbol. 

I mean DAMN. LOOK AT IT. CECIL JUST DREW THE SCP SYMBOL. 

I don't know if he's trying to rationalize his paranoia or anything, but all that means is that I should keep a close eye on him. 'Cuz if he isn't playing a joke on me or you lifers, then he's gone borderline insane. Probably not! Just him playing a joke! I hope. - Gregory Shapely. 

tired... so very tired...

what's up lifers? heh, i guess that's what i'll call you guys now. 
i am really tired.

so very tired. 

more tired than i've ever been. it's actually taking energy to keep my eyes open, much less to type these words. 

i don't know why. my therapist says that i'm tired all the time due to my depression.

i'm not depressed. i feel fine. just really tired. and bored. but mostly tired. 

it's almost as if something's pulling me into a nap. 

but i gotta stay awake. for some reason.

i dunno why, lol.

phones will never enjoy the taste of red velvet cake. this makes me sad. what if those phones wanted to taste some?

fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

no more scary car. good day

I'm assuming that you understand what the title means. I hope you do, it's written in simple English. (If there are any non-english speakers on this blog, congratulations, I have no clue how you've made it thus far)

There was no car today. I'm gonna take a breather and play Civ V. I just bought it for twenty bucks, so I'm gonna have fun. 

Yeah.

YEAHHH


I FEEL IT



DO YOUU FEEL ITTTTTTTT???


CAN YOU FEEL IT MR. KRABS?


(I'm in a good mood) - C


Note to readers: I am indeed very chill about everything that's been going on. This is because I've figured that if you approach mostly everything with a rational mind, and try to make the best of things, you will come out on top. 

Not like that


Gross.

Following again

same car was following me today. same area as i was walking home from school. 

i'm getting scared. like, really and truly scared. 

exact same car. mercedes, no plates, etc. 

there was a sticker on the window, like an id tag. it had a symbol and then some numbers.

it looked a little like this? (artists's rendition)

obviously that wasn't accurate, but it's close enough, so yeah.


if anyone could help, plz shoot me an email at livingcomatose@gmail.com

Maybe I'm being paranoid, but...

I was walking home from school today, and I noticed a peculiar black Mercedes that seemed to be going slower than the rest of the cars. To put this in perspective, I have to walk down State Road 21 to get to my house, one of the busiest highways in the state. This car was going significantly slower than the rest, and so people were passing him. (I say significantly slower, I mean about fifteen to twenty miles under the speed limit.) Though it seemed as soon as I caught on that the car was tailing me, it sped off.

This makes me super uncomfortable. I really want to stop blogging about this, but I feel better if I share this with the world, rather than just keep it inside to ferment into something else. (Like neurosis!) 

The oddest part about the car, was the fact that it had no plates. That's really what scared me. 

1.) Nondescript black car
2.) Slow speed
3.) Absence of plates


I sincerely hope if I am being chased by the Men in Black, that it's the Will Smith version, and not the comic version. 


If you want to say something directly to me, email me at livingcomatose@gmail.com


See you later- c

i don't even care anymore

i don't give a shit anymore. yeah, yeah, scary! text run through a zalgo-ifier with a vague meaning giving me a time span of six months to accomplish something because "HE" has returned.

uh huh.

spare me please. i have too much to be working on to deal with this. i don't fucking care, so please stop with all of that crap, and go back to gamejacking TribeTwelve, or whatever you fuckwits do in your free time.


eat a dick.


:D - C

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Answers... kinda

Yeah. I've been gone. The video didn't render either. Fucking Blogger, always ruining shit. 

*sigh* 

I bet you guys are wondering "What took you so long Cecil? Why has it been over a month since you've updated?" 

Well, simply put, I forgot.

Piling classes and college applications, and finding a job on top of other happenings, I haven't had time to update, and I soon just forgot about the blog.

Yes. That last post, without the video, was cryptic. I'm sorry Blogger was being a fucking pain in the bum, and not uploading it, even after I rendered it in 720p on Sony Vegas.

Ugh.

So. Updates:

1. Claire dumped me, for a girl no less. Long story, rather not get into it.

2. Greg won't talk to me for some reason.

3. I have become an insomniac.


One of these things is beneficial to me. Wait, nope.

None of them are.

I've been really depressed and feeling like shit for these last couple weeks 'n' stuff. I apologize if it looks like I'm making excuses, when in fact I am just stalling

"Stalling for what?"

Stalling for explaining what happened in that video, since FUCKING BLOGGER DIDN'T UPLOAD IT. 

Basically, I have a band. We were looking for a practice space to set up. (Band's name is Living Comatose and we play post-punk) My mutual friend between Greg and his brother Tom, was a guy named Danny, who offered to show us an abandoned location that could possibly work as a practice space. Everything seemed fine, that was until I walked into a room alone and the door shut on me. It also locked itself. 

Now, this could be seen as a prank from one of the other guys, but the thing is...

The bedroom door had no locks. 


So, yeah. The door shut, it locked, Danny had to break it down, and then out the back, Danny sees eyes, and a figure. Not related, but one next to the other. (The eyes were apparently next to the tall figure.)

So! Danny flips out, runs to my car, and we drive all the way back to my house, where Danny stops, sees something, and freaks out a second time. So, we get back to the house, Danny's pissed because we don't believe him. So he gets pissy, and almost punches Tom in the face after Tom made a comment about Danny's upbringing. 


So- in short- a lot happened. 

I wanted to do this video so you guys could see my face, but since apparently blogger is being A FAT FUCKING DOUCHEFACE, you'll have to settle for a picture instead. Enjoy. 

(This is my Facebook profile picture)

 

Yeah, so enjoy that. 

Freaks.

(ILYGUYSIMJK)

I'm not really sure what to do now. I guess I'll keep updating the blog anytime something happens, but I'm hoping that'll be never. 

*Le sigh* Where can I find a man in my life?

Enjoy- C