5th Entry & 2nd Query

After my 4th Entry, I've received one or two messages telling me that I should have waited until later to "Encounter a monster".

Seriously, this is to be expected I guess. No matter how much I try to convince you, none of you will believe a word I say until you have experienced it for your self. If you survive it, I'd like to be given the chance to say "I told you so".

It's been a while since my first entry. I've discovered how nice it is to see that I'm still alive and able to make posts here, after all this time. My parents are acting funny, though. I think they've realized something is wrong. After all these years, now they realize it. I find it really, really funny in a sick way. This...Is all so stupid. Sometimes I wonder why I try to resist it all, and why I don't just run headlong into it with guns blazing. I guess dying scares me too much. Or maybe it's the chance that I won't die, and that something worse will happen to me.

I should warn you, my attention span has been dramatically cut down since the encounter. The things I've seen... I've never seen anything like what I saw at the McDonald's. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. So, I'll apologize right now for my lack of focus and my almost nonexistent train of thought. The paranoia hasn't quite hit me yet, so I won't be rambling like a madman anytime soon (thank goodness).

When I think of all the things I need to cover, it all starts to get jumbled up in my head. For anyone who has never encountered them (the italics are getting a bit obnoxious. I was originally trying to find a way to distinguish between "them" and "THEM", but from hence forth I will assume that you know who I'm talking about when I say "them"), you wouldn't understand how all of this screws with your mind.

Even now my brain... does not want to function. Which makes it incredibly difficult to write.

So, I'll update you all on what's been going on in my life:

1. I met this girl at a place I was applying at for a job... we're seeing each other, but I'm realizing that I'm not even really attracted to her. She's a total ditz (no offense intended, just being a little brutally honest), but she's a nice distraction from the hell around me. We've only been out like... twice, so it's nothing serious.

2. I got an interview with a locally owned business, so hopefully I'll be getting a job here in Jersey soon. I'm done mooching off my parents, and I think it's about time I started taking legitimate classes in self defense. YouTube can only prove so helpful. It must seem ridiculous that I've been taking classes on self defense on YouTube.

3. I've been leaving my house a lot lately to run errands for my mom. If they want me, they can get me while I'm out. I don't want them to even be tempted to get at me when I'm with my parents. I've been seeing things a lot lately, though, which I find mildly disturbing. Like, I thought I saw something in a sewer drain once. Creeped the heck out of me at first. Another time, a guy in a mask bumped into me but nobody else saw him... or at least, nobody else payed attention to him. I came home today and found that someone had been looking on Google for "Occult rituals", and both my parents are hardcore catholic. Or at least, I think they are. They were in the other life. They might be anything... I've never asked. Never had to. Ya, it probably sounds stupid. Anyways, for now I don't know what to think.

4. I've trying to find cheap security cameras that I can set up in my house. Just because I've heard it's a smart thing to do from a lot of people. It seems like a good idea.

Now,  really quickly, I have a couple more questions for anyone who can answer them:

1. The explosion at the McDonald's is nonexistent. It wasn't mentioned on the news as far as I know, and the cops haven't been investigating around the area at all. What does this mean? I haven't gone back to the sight to look around, but how did they manage to keep it from being on the news?

2. I think I've seen the Advocate around, following me. I never see him directly, just out of the corner of my eye or in the reflection of a mirror, or in the reflection of my car's door. When I turn around, he's never there. What does this mean, and what do I do? Should I engage him, or try to draw him out of hiding or ignore him?

3. How do you kill them? Can they be killed? I've killed them before, but it was in my other life... which wasn't exactly realistic...

4. How do you kill them, if you can? Are they like humans? What types of enemies are there? What do they look like?

5. What are the known identities of enemies? What do they call themselves?

6. Any really good strategies I should know?

7. Is there any organization made for defending against this kind of stuff? I've heard about the Defenders Against Slenders, but I don't know what to think about them. I've yet to try any of their advice, due to issues on my part. Is there anyone in Jersey I can confide in?

Wow, well now my brain is being really screwed up. That last sentence took me a couple of minutes to time...

I'm going to head to bed for the night. Hope you all have a good rest, and that tomorrow will be productive.
-DoctorProctor

P.S. Coming clean about my past soon. Keep in touch.

1st Query

By now, if you have been reading the last couple of posts I've made, you can obviously tell that my situation is not normal. I'm dealing with things that aren't of this world... supernatural beings, unseen by ignorant eyes. That monster I encountered earlier this week was not even remotely of this world. Most people would've have read that post and... well, most people I tell think I'm crazy. Again, that's the reason why I'm confiding in the internet. It grants me a little bit of security. Not much, I might still be found and sent to a mental hospital for what most people assume is insanity.

But this is not an entry, so I'll shut up and get to the point. This is a query. One of the reasons I've created this blog is to locate other people who have dealt with... bad things and unnatural happenings. I need advice... I've dealt with being haunted my entire life, and yet I still know nothing about the enemy I face. I have a few questions, and if any of you know how I can get help or improve something, please feel free to tell me.

Below, I have listed a few questions I need answered. If you can help in anyway, it would be much appreciated.

Question 1: The enemy moves both at night and at day. Which is the worse time to expose myself? So far, night has proved to be very very dangerous. I'm wondering if I just had a bit of bad luck, or if this kinda thing always happens?

Question 2: How can I protect my house and my family? I have weapons, but is there any type of security system that will keep monsters from watching me, or from getting in my house while I'm away?

Question 3: Are people planted in our lives? Like, the woman from college. Did they put her in my life to observe me or something? Or was the monster I dealt with NOT actually her, and just a monstrous copy of her or something?

Question 4: How can I prevent bad things from happening? Are there any methods to avoiding contact with the enemy?

Question 5: Any advice at all? For anything?

Question 6: Do they ever relent? What I mean is, are there any days where I won't have to worry about being hunted? And will they ever stop hunting me? How do I get them to stop hunting me?

Question 7: What are they? I keep calling them monsters but I don't know for sure what they are actually...

Question 8: Does this happen to a lot of people? I've heard about weird things happening to people, but has anyone had to deal with monsters like what I saw at the McDonald's?

Question 9: How do they keep the things they do secret? Like, it almost seems obvious what's going on... but nobody ever sees it besides me. And do they dispose of their dead? Like, last night someone caused that McDonald's to explode and I don't know if it was an accident or if it was them "cleaning" up the mess...?

That's all my questions for now. Will update blog again soon.
-DoctorProctor

4th Entry (2nd Part)

I forgot to mention something.

Like I said, I ran home, forsaking my car to the explosion.

I thought it would be helplessly crisped. It took me a while to get home, but when I did get home, guess what was waiting for me?

My car. It was perfectly fine. And guess what I realized? When I was sitting on the curb catching my breath, a man was watching me from down the street. It was him again.

And the thing making noises in my kitchen was just the microwave freaking out. The stupid thing is super glitchy... It was beeping like a power outage had hit us. Anyways, I'm gonna head out. Sorry for the random 2nd part update.

-DoctorProctor

4th Entry

Things went sour at the meeting last night. Needless to say, I won't be visiting any McDonald's after 10:30 P.M. after last night. They got to my contact. They did something to her. I am not someone who likes conflict... to an extent, you could call me a pacifist. Last night though... That wasn't a woman. She... I don't even know what that thing was. After all these years... I'm still afraid of it. It still manages to stop my breath. And last night... last night was...

Someone once told me that knowledge is power. This knowledge will put your life in danger. If you'd like to remain safe and ignorant, please do not read what I've written below. I will now attempt to retell the events that occurred last night.

I'm trying to figure out how to say this. I'm extremely frustrated with my lack of ability to write my thoughts down. Does this happen to everyone who experiences the supernatural? I mean, honestly experiences the supernatural? Anybody can write about a fictional events, or about "ghosts" and "monsters" that haunt them, but how much of that is really real?

What happened to me... the night went sour after I had arrived at the McDonald's. I can't remember what time it was when I got there. It was dark outside, and the fast-food restaurant smelt awful. I don't know how any of you feel about eating at McDonald's, but I've never been able to eat there without having stomach issues afterwards. The woman I was meeting was an old friend from college, whose name isn't worth mentioning. She has probably had it changed already, or is living under an alias or something. She may not even know who she was before she... changed. She had suggested we meet at the McDonald's, saying it would be a good halfway point for us. There is a lot I need to tell all of you. If you really even care about what I write, you'll find what I have to tell you... well, I suppose it might be enlightening.

I don't really know what my relationship with this woman was. I don't know how we met, if I ever thought of her as anything more than just a friend, or if we hated each other or had any disagreements, all I know is that she knew my parents somehow. I don't know if I introduced her to them, or if she was.... planted... in my life by them... If you have ever experienced anything even remotely like what I'm talking about, I don't need to clarify who they are. Someday... someday I'll mention them by name.

When I arrived at the McDonald's, I should have known something bad was in the works. The store was too quiet. The employees... it was like they had a man holding a gun to each of them. My head is hurting right now, and I'm pretty sure that is a bad sign. A headache is almost always somehow connected to them. They might even be watching me right now... Most likely.

I'm trying to refocus my attention on my writing. My mind is running like crazy...

Anyways, I showed up and bought a drink. I took a seat, and used my iPod to make my third post. Recalling what happened last night I now realize that while I was updating my blog, the employees behind the counter were disappearing... I don't know where they disappeared to, but they just seemed to walk out of sight and evaporate into nothing. I'm uncertain if they were even human. Or real.

Then a car pulled into the McDonald's. It was a Kia, but what kind of Kia I didn't notice.

I have a quick question: Does anyone know about the science of Deja Vu (Is that the correct spelling)? I keep having reoccurring Deja Vu, especially while writing these blogs. I'm just curious if it is in anyway related to them...

A woman stepped out of the car, and I recognized her as my contact from the pictures my parents had shown me of my college graduation. Her hair was cut short, brunette. She was wearing black jeans and a yellow blouse... I think. She wore glasses, and black high-heels. I'm trying to give you a basic idea of what she looks like, if you're interested. She may be wearing the same bloodied clothing that she left in.

She entered through the front door and immediately made eye contact with me. That was when... when I knew something was wrong. I had asked her to bring some documents and photographs... information about my past that I need. I still need that information... but I think I've reorganized my priorities.

I stood up to greet her, sliding my iPod into my pocket. She wasn't smiling... in fact, she had an enraged expression. I remember wondering, "Oh crap, what'd I do? She looks really pissed...". I... I don't know what I was thinking. I kept trying to rationalize why she wouldn't have brought me what I asked for, and why she was wearing that evil glare. I tried to be friendly, greeting her. Then, the horror hit me like a train.

Her jaw... was changing. It was loosening on its hinges, and... and growing? I don't know how to describe it.

All I know is that one moment she looked human, and the next moment she was pressing me against a wall.

She was snarling like a rabid dog, showing me her teeth and I was screaming "What are you doing???" in horror. Her teeth... Row upon row of blood-stained teeth, like a man-eating shark. She snarled and nipped at my shoulder, ripping my jacket.

I completely lost it. I was so confused and my body reacted instinctively. I punched her across the face, sending her reeling backwards. I don't know if I should even refer to that thing as a her...

Whatever it was, it hadn't expected me to fight back like that. I guess most people are too stunned by the monster's appearance to recover like I did.... But this isn't the first time I've dealt with ugly mutations.

I'm still... I don't like thinking about them. What these... things are. I don't even... Honestly, I'm lucky to have survived.

I didn't try and flee. I had just socked the monster in the face, but I was completely paralyzed by fear now. I was realizing what I had just done, when the thing sprang at me again. It was fast, and it moved like a predatory cat. I was able to will myself to step out of the path of it's lunge, and it smashed the wall. Curses poured from the beast's mouth... It spoke English, surprisingly. Apparently, whatever it was, it still had the cognitive ability to form words and communicate verbally.

I didn't try to hold a conversation with it. I grabbed a chair that wasn't screwed to the ground, and spun on my heel in time to see the thing charged at me again. I brought my makeshift weapon down across the thing's back, and stepped around it as it fell forward. The chair had shattered, and the monster was climbing to its feet again... I kicked it in between the shoulder blades, unintentionally driving its face into the corner of a table. While all this was going on, I kept expecting someone to help me. I kept hoping the people who worked behind the counter had called the police, or that they were grabbing a gun from the backroom or something... No help came, though.

I hopped the counter while the thing was recovering from my last attack. It was screaming... I was screaming... I wonder if the sound of our combat had escaped the confines of the McDonald's?

The monster had changed again. It didn't look even remotely human. Its skin darkened, its heels bent out of shape, its blouse tore as the monster exposed two new arms and the things face... it looked like someone had smeared its face out. I don't even know what I was fighting. It wasn't him, I would be dead if I had encountered him, but I'm curious to if this thing was one of his pets? Did he breed these unusual monstrosities  as a hobby? It's silly to even consider it, but who knows.

By now, the thing was up and kicking again. It charged me again, and when it reached the counter it sprang int o the air and dived at me.

But my mind had started scheming, and dodged to the side as the thing came toward me. Its flight path uninterrupted, the things face landed in the boiler (or whatever it's called) where the french fries are prepared. It raged, screaming in a voice that was almost female, and blindly wreaked havoc on anything within arms reach of it.

This is when I took my opportunity to flee. I wasted no time, rushing towards the back door and not checking to see if I was being pursued. It really sucked to find out that the backdoor was luck, but in my panicked rush to escape, I somehow managed to brake the lock with a pan.

Then, I really started to sweat beads when I picked up an odd scent in the air.

I sprinted across the street and glanced over my shoulder in time to see the McDonald's explode in a cloud of red and black and orange. Something had caused a gas leak... Something...

I sat down near the curb... and stayed there for five minutes. Then I heard sirens and I ran home.

I'll update again soon. Sorry for the abrupt cut off. I keep hearing noises from my kitchen... Wish me luck.
-DoctorProctor

3rd Entry

Thanks to science, and the magnificent power of WiFi internet and my iPod, I'm updating this blog with my new 4th Generation iPod Touch. I'll try and keep it short and sweet, seeing as I'm at a McDonald's waiting for someone to stop by for a meeting...

Ya, I know. It's pretty stupid to be out this late, especially with my luck recently. This is important though. I'm finally contacting someone I used to know... or, I think I knew. I'm getting some information I've been wanting to get my hands on for a while...

Which reminds me. None of my readers know much about me. I've been pretty cryptic lately... I'm trying to figure out how to retell my story and still sound somewhat sane. This is... difficult.

I'll give you some information about myself though, in closing:

I... am not actually a doctor. Technically. I was a doctor in another life...

Well, my contact is here. Sorry to rush off, I had so much more to write. She's early...

Until I update this blog again,
-DoctorProctor

2nd Entry

Hello again readers,

As you may notice, it's been quite some time since I have posted a new entry to this blog. Lately, I've been preoccupied with a great deal. I've also been tossing ideas around in my head... Deciding where I should begin. Or if I should even begin. Something happened earlier. Someone broke into my house. Actually, two people broke into my house. In the same day. There is a heaviness in the atmosphere, a grim sense of something bad approaching. I don't know how to explain it.

I've been trying to take my mind off of it. I've been applying for jobs around New Jersey, and I think I might stay here for a while. I... I can't explain why I want to stay right now. I feel like I'm drifting through the month, memories and emotions driving me in directions I would have never considered before. My parents are very enthusiastic about me staying in the area with them. I haven't told them about the incident with the girl... and the attack. That's a story I've yet to share with anyone.

So, seeings as a mass of events have swarmed my life recently, I've been trying to focus and decide what I should talk about today. I would like to apologize for my absence, as well. In the future, I'll try to update this blog more often. For a few weeks, I was afraid that this blog would only bring more "encounters" with unfriendly forces. I've decided to screw the consequences, though.

Alright, so you might be curious to what's been going on in my life lately, so I'll update you quickly. Not only have I recently begun job searching, I've also been self-educating myself in quite a few things such herbal remedies and apothecary, and basic martial arts. I also invested in a shotgun and a revolver, for security.

A few events have occurred as well, which I'll have to cover later. Someone just pulled into the driveway. On a final note: The girl who broke into my house. We need to talk. Can we meet?

Until then,
-DoctorProctor