#1308

I’ve already finished reading Robert’s second journal. Here are the entries from it:

Diary Entry #10
7/2/13

I should be happy right now, but I’m not. It’s my birthday and I’m not happy. My dad came to Canterlot to see me, but the doctors wouldn’t allow him to do so. I was listening to the argument the whole time and I just wanted to get into the whole situation, but something held me back and made me listen.
After a couple minutes went by; my father gave up and asked them to bring a note to me and that’s when he left. After another couples minutes went by; the male doctor read the note and then told the nurse to burn it, because of Celestia’s orders.
That crossed the fucking line for me. I ran up to him, socked him in the jaw, grabbed the note and ran to my room. I read the note, and all it said was how much he missed me and that he wanted me to come home soon.
What did he mean by “Celestia’s orders”? What the fuck?! I’m starting to get really pissed off. What happened to me getting better? They haven’t been doing shit for me ever since Celestia came and gave me a visit.
What the fuck is going on here? Is this really a mental hospital or is it a completely different facility because my mental disorder is getting worse and worse.

“Celestia’s orders”? Was Celestia trying to keep Robert from seeing his family or did she just want them to stay away from Robert due to his disorder?

Diary Entry #11
7/3/13

Wow, another shitty day? That’s totally not surprising. Guess what happened to me today? I woke up; STRAPPED ONTO MY BED. I started freaking out, but I got a slap to my face. Guess where it came from; that one doctor that tried to burn my father’s note yesterday. Yeah, he was pissed at me for doing that and, for my punishment that I don’t deserve; I have to stay here for a longer amount of time due ‘to my sickness getting worse’. Guess how long I have to stay here now; A WHOLE FUCKING YEAR.
The thing that pissed me off the most was the fact that he told me this;

“Princess Celestia has given us orders that you are not to see your family or relatives until you get better.”
Here’s what I said:

“Okay, what is going on here? You won’t tell me anything, you don’t treat me the same way you people did when I first came here and you’re pretty much watching me constantly ever since Celestia left. And what do you mean by “Celestia’s orders?” Is she seriously trying to make me worse? You’re a fucking doctor! You people should know that I need to see my father every now and then. This is an outrage! You can tell Celestia that what she is doing is ridiculous and that she pretty much violated my right to see my family! You can’t do this to me! Why do you think I’ve been getting worse? It’s because you people won’t tell me what’s going on, you’re not doing anything to make me feel better and you won’t let me see my own father, which not only makes it worse; but it makes me regret even coming to this damn place. Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to deserve this? This is a place for people to get better, not worse. So, why are you doing this to me?”

He didn’t answer. In fact, he left; laughing. This is just cruel. Why is he doing this to me? More importantly; why would Celestia not want me to see my family again? What the hell is going on here?

This just gets worse and worse for Robert. He’s right; what Celestia did was ridiculous. This isn’t the kind and sweet Celestia that everyone knows. No, this is a completely different Celestia; a cruel and heartless Celestia. What she was doing is just completely nuts. It isn’t right.

Diary Entry #12
7/9/13

I had another weird dream again. It was even weirder than last time. It was more like a nightmare. Here’s what happened.

Instead of being in the forest; I was in a building. It looked like a very old abandoned factory. I walk around the place to look around and I hear chanting somewhere in the second floor. Since curiosity got the best of me, I went up the stairs to see what was going on. I make it up to the second floor and I look ahead to see a big hallway. At the end of the hall, I see a door that illuminated light from the other side of it. I started to walk towards it, but I also made sure that I was quiet, so that nothing could be heard. I finally make it towards the door. I grab the doorknob and I barely open the door; just enough to see what was going on. When I was able to see what was in there, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was a cult gathering. I watch and observe as they chant. I then heard muffled screams. Two members brought out somebody. I didn’t recognize him at first, but I would soon get the answer. The man had a hood on his head, but the two members took it off and I was shocked beyond all belief. It was my dad. There was a tall man that wore the same hood as the rest of them. He spoke in a language I couldn’t understand. Then, a woman walked over next to him, speaking in the same language. Her voice sounded very familiar, though. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I know I have heard her voice before. It was not Celestia, I know what her voice sounds like. She was different. She was a bit shorter than the man standing in front of my father and her skin was a bit darker than Celestia’s.
The women asked my father a question and this is what he said:

“I don’t know what you want from me. I gave you everything I had; including my other son, so what else do you want from me?”

The woman laughed and said:

“We don’t want anything else. We got you to simply say that your service is no longer needed. However, don’t think you will be walking out of here with the knowledge that you know now. We want to keep this cult a secret and with you being out there in Equestria; we want you silenced. Guards; hand me my axe!”

As soon as she said that, I knew what was coming. I wanted to go in there and stop it; but something was holding me back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but watch the horrors of what was to come.
The guard gave the women her axe, put my father’s head on the floor and said these last words:

“Tell Jonathan that I said hi.”

With that said she raised her axe and swung it at the floor. It hit my father’s neck and that’s when his head was rolling onto the floor; rolling towards me and out of the room. His eyes were looking at mine. I was horrified. When it seemed that it was all over, his eyes blinked and I was about to scream, but then I held it in. My father looked at me and said:

“I’m sorry, Robert. I’m very and truly sorry.”

I was in tears. I was about to say something, but then his head turned into ashes and it disappeared into thin air. I looked at where my father’s head was for a couple of minutes, before I got the feeling that I was being watched. I looked at the room and all of them were right at the door; staring at me. That’s when I started running, but was immediately halted by a force. I looked below me and I saw that I was being held by an aura of magic. I tried to break free, but it was no use. I was then spun around and I was looking right at the face of the women that killed my father. She removed her hood and when she did, my vision went extremely blurry. I think I might have seen her eyes. I believe her eyes were the color green, but I’m not sure. The worst part is that I heard another women laughing right beside me. I instantly got the feeling of utter dread.
The second woman took her hood off as well. Again, I couldn’t make out anything but her eyes. Her eye color was purple.

After a few minutes of silence, the woman with the green eyes said:

“Look at that. You’re the last one of your family. You are all that’s left. Your mother is dead, your brother is dead and your father is dead. That only leaves you alive out of your entire family. Don’t worry, when we find you, we won’t kill you. Instead, we will make you feel like the person that you are. However, it won’t last forever. Eventually, we will kill you, but not physically. No. We will kill you mentally. How does that sound?”

I didn’t say anything. Then, the woman on the right said:

“The exact response we were hoping for; silence. We know you fear us. We fear you as well. We know what you are capable of. You know James that you fought with? He’s dead and he will never forgive you, just like you will never forgive yourself. However, you don’t feel guilty about it and that’s why we like you. We want you to become one of us, Robert. Though, it isn’t a good time. Eventually, we will take you under our ‘care’ and make you become one of us. Until then…”

They both stood back and I saw a very dark aura form, from what I assume is their hands, and they both said:

“Farewell.”

They fired at me and I was engulfed in the darkness.

That’s when I woke up screaming, drenched in cold sweat.

I’m still sweating my ass off and it’s currently 4:00 a.m. I’m not going to let a nightmare get in my way. It was just a nightmare. My dad is still alive and I don’t have a brother, as far as I know.

It still makes me think; who were those women that were speaking to me? I’m not scared of them. Why would I be? I knew it was a nightmare as soon as I saw their little cult, if it even exists.

And what the fuck do they know about me? They don’t know shit about me! If they really do know who I am and what I’m like; then all I have to say is: COME AT ME.

Anyway, I’m going back to sleep. I’m tired as hell.

Diary Entry #13
7/12/13

Today has to be the worst day in my entire life. One of the nurses that actually give a shit about me; Carrie, comes in and tells me that my father has been found dead in Manehattan. As soon as she told me that, I started crying my eyes out. It felt like a part of me died inside. I’m still crying as I’m writing this. Some of the tears are falling onto the page, but I don’t care.
Carrie is standing outside of my room, making sure that I don’t have an episode. I can understand her concern. In fact, it comforts me that there is actually somebody in this damn hospital that cares about me. She’s the only nurse here that I can actually talk to and she’s the only person that comforts me when I’m in emotional pain. What I’m feeling right now is the worst kind of emotional pain I have ever had in my entire life.

I can’t write about this right now. I need to calm down and talk to Carrie.

This Carrie character really interests me. He never talks about her until now. I never saw her in the hospital at Canterlot because I interviewed every employee and they have never mentioned any woman by the name of Carrie. Was she just a figment of his imagination or was she an employee there at the time when Robert was still there and either got fired or quit her job there? It’s weird. Why didn’t he mention her in the past entries?

Diary Entry #14
7/12/13 (same day)

Okay. Now I’m calm enough to write about this. It took me at least two hours to calm down. It’s now 12:30 p.m. If it wasn’t for Carrie, it could have taken me a lot longer to calm myself down.

So, she basically gave me the newspaper explaining what the police found. They found my father’s body in an abandoned building in Manehattan with his head completely decapitated, plus the loss of a couple vital body organs, including the heart. They don’t have any leads at this point, which kind of bummed me out to no end. I know who did this to my father. I wish I can find her, but there are two problems; there’s no way I can get out of here and I don’t know where that woman could be living at.
God, if only I could be granted with the ability to fly.

I still haven’t told the doctors about the nightmare that I had on the 9th. I’m going to be doing that once I’m done writing this, which is going to be right now. I want to get this out of my chest because it’s been bugging me ever since it happened. It’s probably not going to get a good reaction at all because of what the police have found a couple days ago, which was on the 10th of July.

This is only going to get worse and worse for me. I still can’t believe that my dad is gone and that the fact that he had to die such a horrible death. He’s in a better place now.

If only Princess Celestia didn’t give the staff the orders. It’s still fucking bullshit that she had to do that to me. I don’t care if she’s the ruler of Equestria; she has no fucking right to do that to me. What she did was below the fucking belt. I’m starting to form a grudge against her and it will never go away for as long as I live.

I say this from the bottom of my heart; once I die, I will forever haunt her every living being until the day she dies. I’ll even haunt her dreams if I have to. No amount of apologizing will ever change the way I feel now. I will never accept her forgiveness, even when I pass on to the afterlife.

I can feel his anger from reading this. It isn’t fair. The least she could have done was let Robert see his father every now and then. Maybe then he wouldn’t have had that grudge he has for her.

Diary Entry #15
7/13/13

You are not going to believe me when I say this; but Princess Celestia had the fucking nerve to come back and talk to me again. They even strapped me down because they knew how much anger I have over her and she even knew it as well. Once the doctors were done with strapping me down, she came into my room and I gave her the nastiest look I have ever given to somebody. She had the nerve to say that…let me write down the whole conversation. I have not forgotten what she said and I have not forgotten what I have responded with.

“...Hello Robert. It’s good to see you again.”

“...”

“As you may already know, your father is-“

“I ALREADY FUCKING KNOW YOU DUMB BITCH!!”
(I screamed from the top of my lungs.)

She just sat there, staring at me. She knew that I was pissed at her. She even had the nerve to give ME a dirty look.

“Oh don’t you DARE give me that look! You know what you fucking did was UNHOLY!!”

“I did that to protect your fami-“

“BULLSHIT!! DON’T GIVE ME THAT. YOU DID IT BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO SUFFER AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I DID. THANKS TO YOU; MY CONDITION IS TEN TIMES WORSE THAN IT WAS BEFORE I CAME HERE!! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WERE YOU THINKING HUH?”

She just sat there, silent.

“YEAH, YOU BETTER SHUT THE FUCK UP, BECAUSE YOU DESERVE EVERY SINGLE BIT OF IT. I BET-“

“THAT’S ENOUGH!! I DID IT TO PROTECT YOUR FAMILY FROM YOU AND IF YOU CAN’T SEE HOW MUCH OF A FOOL YOU ARE, THEN I DOWN-RIGHT PITY YOU.”

I just stare at her, completely outraged.

“…You know what? I pity you as well.”

She gave me a confused look.

“I mean, you’ve been living far longer than any of us have and you can’t even see the decision that you even made was down-right ridiculous. You should know that people like me need to see their family members in order for them to even keep going. You, my fine fellow princess, are ignorant beyond belief and not as wise as everybody says you are. You may have lived far longer than I, but let me tell you, you still have a lot to learn about the mentally ill. Why can’t you see how much I have suffered?”
(I was crying at this point.)
“Do you even know how much I have suffered through my life? DO YOU?!?!”

Celestia just sat there, tears streaming from her eyes.

“My mother never cared for me. She never even gave me anything THOUGHT. She would always give me the nastiest look, basically saying that I’m a worthless piece of shit and that she never loved me. I love her to death, believe me I do, but it’s so hard not to have the biggest grudge over her. She beat me, she tortured me. SHE EVEN MOLESTED ME WHEN I WAS JUST FIVE YEARS OLD AND THAT WAS BEFORE MY FATHER CAME BACK!! Only he knows about it, but now you do. You’re the second person that knows about this. I hope you’re happy. You now know what my childhood is like and that’s not something to be happy about you dumb, FUCKING BITCH!! I…I fucking hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I…”

I couldn’t talk anymore. I just let out everything I wanted to say to her and at that point, I was sobbing. I then heard footsteps coming towards me.

“NO!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!! CARRIE!!!!!”

Carrie instantly ran into the room, unstrapped me and that’s when I grabbed her and embraced her tightly. I was sobbing and a huge amount of tears were streaming down my face and onto Carrie’s shirt.

“Please leave your highness. He really does not want you to be here at all.”

“Of…of course. Robert, I’m-“

“LEAVE!! NOW!!!!!”
(I screamed at the top of my lungs.)

She took no hesitation and left immediately. I then heard intense sobs in the hallway. I didn’t care. I cried my eyes out.

Afterwards, Carrie had to leave because of her duties, but I was calm enough to be left alone. I was still crying, but definitely not as bad.

So now I sit here, writing this. I think I need to take a nap, but first I need water. I’m very thirsty from all the crying that I did earlier. I’m still fucking pissed at Celestia because she actually had the nerve to come back to my room. What the hell was she thinking? Was she seriously expecting this to go as she planned? It was far from what she had in mind. Instead, she now has something on her very conscious and I don’t think that will ever go away as long as she breathes the same air that I breathe in and breathe out of my lungs.

I can’t write anymore. I need to lie down.

I am utterly speechless. I don’t know what to say, other than what Celestia did was utterly foolish. However; I still feel bad for her. She didn’t exactly NEED to hear that from him, but she did deserve it after the decision she made.

Diary Entry #16
Unknown Date

Another nightmare. In factory again. Screams. Screams. Sounded like children. Also many women too. Why are they doing this? To me? Why why why why why why?
Hear something. Only my imagination. Or is it? What’s happening to me?
Want help.
Want this to stop.
Carrie is the only one who gives a damn. Maybe I’ll tell her. Maybe I’ll kill her. Maybe I’ll do what they say, especially the man.
What does he want? What do they want? Why me?
Noise is back. Much louder this time. Now it’s gone. See shadows in hallway.
Oh god. Them again. What do they want? Why me?
Help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help hel-

It ends there. I don’t when this one was written.
There aren’t any details on whom or what was in his nightmare. All I know is that he was at the factory again and it’s most likely that he ran into the cult again, along with the two women that he was mentioning in #12. He also mentioned about a ‘man’. It could be possible that it was the man that he also saw in his nightmare that he wrote about in #12. It could someone/something else, but I’m not completely sure.

Before I go on any further, I thought I would take this time to tell you guys what’s been going on with me lately. I just want to get this out my chest, since it always seems to make me feel a lot better.

Whenever I walk around Canterlot; I always seem to have this feeling where I’m being watched and it always seems to be coming from Celestia’s castle. That’s the big thing that scares me. Either Celestia is planning something…or she knows what I’ve been doing. No, that’s crazy. How would she know what I’ve been doing when she has never been anywhere close to my apartment? Has she really known all this time? What if she’s waiting for the right time to strike? What if I’m in danger?

If that’s the case, then I need to hurry and get this information out. This needs to be shown to the world, so that you will know what happened to this man. I don’t know for sure what happened to Robert, but I think I’ll find out once I start reading his third journal. I mean, come on, in a journal looking like this; the answers will definitely be lying in there. I know it for sure.

Diary Entry #17
8/2/13

It’s been almost a month since I’ve written on this journal. All I have to say is…I’ve never felt this great before. I feel like I’m being cared for again. It’s awesome!
The best part is; I haven’t had any nightmares lately.
…But that still doesn’t mean that I trust them. I don’t trust anybody in this hospital, except Carrie.
Speaking of Carrie, she hasn’t been here in a couple days. I asked the doctors about it and they never answer me. They would immediately talk to me about something else.
I’m sure that she’ll be here tomorrow. She’s probably either sick or something came up.
I hope she comes back. Otherwise, I’m just going to go nuts again…

Diary Entry #18
8/3/13

What a huge relief. I saw Carrie today. However…she’s different. She’s not talking to me today. The doctors said that she had a lot of issues that she had to deal with for the three days that she was gone, so she’s not really that talkative today. I hope she gets better soon. I really need someone to talk to. I’ve been having these thoughts going through my mind and I need to let them out.

It isn’t healthy for me to keep my thoughts and feelings bottled up inside. If I don’t let them out, then I go absolutely nuts and that will lead to a whole bunch of other things.

Anyhow, I’m going to see if Carrie will talk to me. I’ve known her ever since I got here and I know her well enough because she would usually come by my room and talk to me until she had other duties to do around the hospital.

So, wish me luck I guess...

Diary Entry #19
8/3/13 (same day)

Carrie is crying her eyes out right now. She won’t stop crying and the doctors are blaming me for it, even though Carrie has told them multiple times that I didn’t do or it wasn’t my fault. They won’t listen to her and they especially won’t listen to me. I also don’t know where all of her crying is coming from.

We were talking, as usual, and then she starts to talk about her childhood. It was a good thing that she was letting those thoughts and feelings out. However, the thing I wasn’t expecting is the fact that she was…ugh. I think I’d better write down the conversation. That might make explaining things a little easier for me.

At first, she didn’t say much at all. I had to do the talking since she wasn’t going to do it. She laughed here and there. I even told her some of my stories when I went on little adventures around the in my backyard when I was young.

After a while, I tried to get her to talk to me again and I guess it worked. However, it didn’t really go as expected; as you already may know.

“…So where have you been, Carrie? Were you sick or…did something happened?”

“…Something happened.”
(She sounded very depressed when she said that.)

“…Does it involve a family member?”

“…yes.”
(That’s when she started crying.)

“Oh no…Carrie, please don’t cry. Hey. It’s okay. Just calm down and tell me what happened.”

I reached to her and embraced her softly. This continued for a few minutes, but she eventually calmed down.

“…I’m sorry about that, Robert…”

“It’s perfectly alright. I don’t mind. Now tell me what made you break down like that. What happened during the three days you were gone?”

She took a deep breath and started talking to me.

“…Well, first things first; I really wanted to drop by to tell you where I was going, but I was simply in a hurry and I didn’t have time to do so. With that, I deeply apologize.”

“It’s alright. Carry on with the story.”

“Okay…”

She fell silent. She had a nervous look on her face. I was expecting that.

“Carrie. It’s alright. I’ve been through a lot of shit, so don’t be afraid to tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll understand.
Now…please tell me what’s wrong.”

“…My parents were murdered.”

“…Oh my god. I’m so sorry. How were they killed?”

“…Their heads were decapitated.”

“Jesus.”

“Their bodies were found in the same abandoned factory.”

My heart fell to my stomach. I got up and started panicking.

“Robert, calm down. I’m sure that this is some sort of coinciden-“

“No. That is NOT a coincidence. Do you know which part of the building they were found in?”

“Um...I think it was on the second floor. Why?”

“That’s where my father’s body was found. Why would my father and your parents die in that same floor? Do you really think that’s a coincidence?”

“…”
She fell silent.

“…What else was on the report?”

“There were markings all over the walls and your name was on one of the walls, written in blood.”

My eyes widened so badly. That’s how shocked I was.

“…My name…was on the wall?”

“Yeah and they also found a lot of pictures of you too.”

“Okay, this is starting to freak me out. Let’s talk about something else…”

“Robert, are you alright?”

“Not really. It’s nothing to worry about though. Did you attend the funeral?”

“…No.”

I looked at her in surprise.

“No? How come you didn’t attend it?”

“It’s because I didn’t want to fucking deal with my shitty-ass family! THEY FUCKING HATE ME!!”

I’ve never seen her like that. She screamed at me.

“…Carri-“

“Not only are they the shittiest family known to man…”

“Carrie.”

“But they also ruined my fucking life!”

“CARRIE!!!”

It fell silent for a few minutes.

“…Look. I get it. I have…no, I HAD a family like that and look where I am now. You aren’t the only one with those feelings, Carrie. I can totally relate to you. That’s why we get along so great.”

“No…we…don’t…get along…that…”
(She seemed to be fading away.)

“Carrie?”

“No…don’t touch me daddy.”

I realized what was happening. She was having flashbacks. I walk back a few inches; across the room to be exact and tried to calm her down.

“Carrie, you aren’t living with your father anymore. You are here with me. It’s me, Robert. Snap out of it!”

“NO. DON’T TOUCH ME. GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!”

“No…”

She started screaming. Then she stopped after a few minutes and started balling her eyes out.

“…No no no no no no. Not again. Not…THIS.”

“Carrie?”

“DON’T.”

“How are you going to calm down, then? Let me help you!”

“...Robert.”

She started crying even harder now. I ran over to her and embraced her tightly. Then, the doctors came rushing in and I got stuck from behind.

“OW!!!” WHAT WA-“

I was struck again by the guard.

“OW!!!! WHY?!”

“You were attacking Carrie.”

“…WHAT?! THAT’S OUTRAGOUS! HOW WOULD YOU EVEN KNOW ANYWAY? WHERE’S THE PROOF?”

“Right over there. If you didn’t attack her, then why is crying, hmm?”

I looked at him with the nastiest look I could give to anybody. This guy is an IDIOT.

“She’s crying because SHE WAS HAVING FLASHBACKS!!”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve seen it happened to my mother. Do you really think I’m that stupid? Well, let me tell you something-“

“No, let me tell YOU something, Robert. Carrie is no longer allowed to see you anymore because it quite obvious that you are torturing her mental-“

“WHERE’S THE PROOF?! DO YOU HAVE ANY PROOF THAT I DID THIS SORT OF THING?! I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING AS HORRIBLE AS THAT TO THE ONE PERSON THAT ACTUALLY GIVES A DAMN ABOUT ME. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR ME, HUH?! NOT A SINGLE FUCKING THING. YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME. WHY DO YOU THINK SHE COMES TO MY ROOM ALMOST EVERY FUCKING DAY OF THE WEEK?! SHE WANTS TO TALK TO ME. OBVIOUSLY YOU CAN’T SEE THAT AND YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE MY LIFE AN EVEN BIGGER NIGHTMARE BECAUSE PRINCESS CELESTIA PROBABLY GAVE YOU MORE ORDERS, AM I RIGHT?!”

The doctor didn’t say a word and just left, along with Carrie.

Not only is Carrie crying, but I’m crying too. I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to see her again, besides seeing her walk by my door. I’m never going to talk to her again.

What do these ‘doctors’ REALLY want me here for; to torture me some more? That’s it. I’m signing out of here tomorrow. I can’t take this shit anymore. I’m fucking done. I’m going to request to get transferred to another facility. This is fucking bullshit.

I can’t help but feel horrible for Robert. Even I thought that mental clinics were meant to help people. Obviously, in Robert’s case; he was getting the exact opposite. To make the situation worse; Carrie and Robert were separated. I’m just letting you guys know right now; it only gets worse and worse for him.

Diary Entry #20
8/4/13

Today; Carrie has officially quit her job and moved to Ponyville. I don’t blame her. In fact; I feel great for her. Before she left, she came to my room and gave me the biggest hug she can offer. She told me how much she’ll miss me and that she’ll write to me every day. I felt great from that moment on because I’ll finally get to…

Did I just fucking see that?

No…there’s no way that thing is real. There’s ju-

It ends there. The rest is just a bunch of gibberish.

Like with Robert’s first journal; all the rest of the pages have been torn out. I still don’t understand why he would do that.
There’s only one more journal left to read and I can’t wait to get this done.

Remember when I was talking about me getting the feeling of being watched? It happened again. As I was typing out Diary Entry #19, I got the feeling again and it came from behind me. I looked behind me and it was one of my windows. I grabbed my gun (just in case), walked over to the window and peeked out. I saw something in the bushes, but I couldn’t get the details of what it looked like. All I saw was a dark figure. It ran off right when I peeked through my curtains.
I’m starting to ask myself the same question that Robert has been asking himself.

What is going on?

I think I’m beginning to be in mortal danger. I don’t care. Like I said before, I need to get this information out. Then, I’ll burn the journals and that’ll be the end of it…right?

I hope that’s the case.

Anyhow, I’ll begin reading the third and last journal. I’m going to post it when I’m done reading it, which will be in the near future.