Friday, July 1, 2016

Cyclical Natures

Old things are stirring. People who I thought had fallen silent, people who I thought had gone are talking and moving about again.

And now, after three fucking years of trying to find anything, VeriteKomplika is alive again? Their tone has changed. These new messages don't seem like the kindly teachers pushing people to learn, this is a challenge, an accusation on us all.

But they're back. If I pay attention, I might get the only piece of knowledge I care about. Time to dust this page, a couple of old IRC chats and an e-mail address or two off. How many of the crew from two years ago are even still around?

Well, if VeriteKomplika and the 'investigator' can resurface, I guess I can as well.

I really hope this isn't just a cycle we're going to repeat.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Mail Call

Mark here. Bet you never thought you'd hear from me again, eh? Well true to my word I've kept my nose down. I'm watching and reading and trying to understand and find people who've seen the things I've seen. It's not easy while also balancing trying to live your life again for the first time in a long time. I've started going out around town again... tried to make new friends, you know, all of that nonsense. Not that it's all been successful when I can't seem to get the important things in life together in my head.

I seem to almost enjoy finding another person who has come forward about seeing the tall bastard. That feels vindictive to the point of sickness.

Right, on with the important stuff.

Today I returned home from a local concert to find that someone had come into my house while I was gone, put my very large, loud and intimidating dog in my room and shoved an envelope under the door.

The paper inside had a URL on it that I'll put down below. There was a bit of writing on the envelope itself. On the front in the lower right hand corner was my name written in a Cyrillic script... specifically the Russian alphabet. Forgot to photograph it but it read "Марк." A bit of an inspection afterward turned up a message written on the inside of the envelope itself.

As for the single letter that we'd call a 'backwards N' it's a letter in the Russian alphabet whose name I could pronounce but it'd be silly and uninformative. The script above it took me a bit to be able to make out, but I think, given looking around the site that the link lead to, it translates to 'Student.' Context is lovely when the writing is hard to read.

For now I'll keep an eye out on the site below... but I have to say that this envelope reminds me of a really similar incident... and it makes me wonder if one of my lost friends is not still out there after all. The thing is, this site is beginning to give me the creeps.

The url on the paper lead here:

Thursday, January 24, 2013

One Long Post

This is about Connor and Stan.

As you can gather by the above video, Connor's dead.

His little friend threw him in front of some sort of creature.

That's the story as far as I grasped it.

Here's some scary shit, according to Mr. I Killed My Best Friend Now I Think I'm Redeemed Frederick, before he offed him, Connor was "Recruiting" read here, "Attacking" the folk over at the youtube channel, Osiris Chronicles.

Who are those two, because I know I'VE been in their house. But from what I saw, if Connor brought it to them, I sincerely hope that "Tristan" the big guy who fought with the masked man, well I hope he kicked some ass. I hope that when Connor's best buddy let him die and stole his girl back, Connor was firmly embarrassed.

As for you, Mr. "Evan" "Stan" "Frederick"... I really don't know what to say to you.

Moving on to bigger and better subjects, fuck you very much.

I've kept my eye on the TheAbbeyDiaries channel and its connected channel, WeInTheAviary. I don't like the video developments, don't give a shit about WeInTheAviary's nods toward Mr. ChildKiller and I sure as fuck don't really understand much about what they're saying. When I made the video so long ago, I did not expect a return message from the "Doctor."

But I will say that the more and more I go back and watch those videos the more sure I am that his Abbey and the girl in my memories is the same girl. I can almost remember her clearly. But she had a voice and she was sure as fuck NOT behaving as she does in those videos. I'd write this off as disqualifying my shitty memory if it weren't for the video WeInTheAviary recently shared.

In the end I can do nothing for this girl I may or may not know except sit back and watch, like everyone else.

Similarly, I know jack shit to tell you about the guy who calls himself Cairo, about that hidden video he apparently sent out to a lot of people that spews this and that about dimensional rifts and all that Doctor Who Mumbo Jumbo. I've sure as hell not heard from the man who I had the Skype Call with named Josh. I expected to get back into contact with him to hear more about all that. But I don't know what to tell you on that.

As for "Stack" from the youtube channel FutureRefusedtoChange? He's gone silent, which is whatever. I did try to contact him, don't expect a response. But he seems to be, in some way, tied to me with those shenanigans in that video over on the Osiris Chronicles channel.

Until I stumbled across that channel and The Abbey Diaries I never knew what was actually out there on ol' Tall Pale and Fuckface. It's a whole lot of the same. The only thing anyone else knows is shit everyone else knows. Though I have to say some have a lot worse luck with it than others. But I never thought it affected so many people... that it was so well known. Well, if Quinn's theory that knowledge of it feeds it, makes it stronger, is right, well...then so be it.

Speaking of Quinn, I looked in on the guest he had traveling with him for a while. Things aren't looking good for that guy or his friends either.

Since we're talking about people who've seen or heard of this thing... I will add that I never saw or spoke to Stormy again.

After realizing how big this thing is, I just started looking around. All these connections... all these people meeting... I can't help but wonder if it wasn't preordained and I can't help but wonder who else I may have once met, made eye contact with or had a passing conversation with in public that maybe fears rural areas, the night and stays up into the late hours looking at the internet and wondering, "Who else?" themselves.

Ian, Rick, Jon are well.

Quinn, not so much.

Brian is still missing. I've not had any more letters from him, no new videos have appeared from whoever was trying to contact me about him.

I don't know what the numbers from those two videos mean and I'm starting to wonder if I ever will... or if it even matters. I'm coming to realize... how far I've fallen.

As for IT?

I think it does lose interest in us sometimes. I think it's lost interest in me and once again I am contemplating simply packing it away.

But there's another option.

I can do something like what Quinn did. Only instead of creating a network of survivors or people who had encountered it, I can simply watch, listen, wait and try to connect the dots. Maybe there's a pattern about people it harasses and hurts and takes and tortures.

I mean... there are connections and patterns forming already... maybe my out of shape, overweight, beaten, broken ass better just plant itself in its seat and start watching... cataloging.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christmas Surprises.

Uploaded that a week ago.

While I was looking around youtube I found something really weird. I thought I was just investigating someone else who had seen Him. But there's something kind of fishy about the channel. For one thing... it has the video Resurrection on it. For another thing... I think I heard my voice in one of its videos. Multiple times. If this guy knows anything at all I need to talk to him. I just need to figure out how to approach him.

The channel is FutureRefused2Change.

I'm pretty upset.

Every damn winter sucks.

Pet death.
Back and brain injury
Getting shot.
Getting stabbed.

However, it's Christmas night and I am at home with my father.

That's something.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

This is Rick.

If any of you know me its only by my voice, never been on camera in one of his vids.

I found Mark after this Connor kid attacked him. Mark's worked on puttin together a vid but he's a bit busy at the moment fighting off an infection, so I'm bringin it home, will finish editing out the bits he doesn't want you to see, what with gore and injury and whatnot. He's got a lot of explaining to do to me but I promised I'd help. Kid's knife punctured a lung. It collapsed. When I got him awake he had trouble breathing so we called 911. They didn't get there fast enough for him so I had to drive him.

He's not fuckin' happy. Maybe because he had to answer some of my questions and maybe because he knows I'm pissed he's been keeping shit from me. I might want to kick his ass myself if the kid hadn't already done it. Hope you never come back around. Oh, I got one last message from Mark.

"You should have finished the job, Thurman."


Thursday, November 29, 2012

stay away from her you fuck

doctors fear infection

not the first time i'd have an infection there, very different cause though

police want to talk to me again

told them all i will

didnt tell them who you were

but do go on i quite enjoy your anger

because i am pissed too

you may not have meant to but you brought one of my friends back into this

he was safe and now he's not

fuck you

Saturday, November 24, 2012


So I haven't slept. Not really out of fear... but because I've been doing a little digging around and it seems like the world is far, far more complicated than I thought it was. Yesterday I received a video response on the aptly named video, "A Jacket To Make You Hug Yourself?" which... is in and of itself its own mystery as Ian was likely not the one to name it that. Not really his style. 

The clip was about six seconds long. Short and sweet. It showed my front door hanging open and BUSTED all to hell. Which I have to say, when I came home I noticed just how busted it was, but that was long before this video went up. That too, is a mystery for another day.

I want to put it aside and look at this video.

I've found two things wrong with the clip... beyond the obvious fact that it is so very wrong someone is recording my home at night. One of them is It, the tall fuck, standing in front of my door. The other, of course, being this We Must Collect fellow. I looked him up. Looks like he either was three people, who then became four, who then became two, who then became one, or he's still two people now? But this one called himself out by name, "Connor." So I kept digging.

This Connor used to run with some pretty fucking interesting characters... and I have no love lost for any of them and what he might do to them. I'll leave it at that.

Connor's a younger guy so small if I fell on him wrong I'd fear for his life. Seems to be a puffed up kid who likes picking on smaller, younger kids. Well, Connor, buddy, I think you bit off a tiny bit more than you can chew. What happened to this Puppet kid? Dead when you got there? Or was he sitting at his fuckin' desk minding his own business only to be knocked the fuck out without ever seeing you coming? Because to me, you and your little friends sound like cowards. 

Let's say I believe for a second that the tall fucker has made a deal with you. I know all too well where trying to deal with it goes and if what I've watched over the last few hours is any indication, you deserve everything that's coming to you. And I hope you share it with the others.

I saw what you did to the English kid. You've got a mighty little temper, kid. I assure you, you better get up nice and early and eat your fucking Wheaties when you come visit me. Lie with you? Hell no. I lie to survive. You kill to enjoy, and your little buddy who helped you looked to enjoy it as much as you. A shame you're fighting over a girl. Your own sister no less. That must've been one fucked up family.

I'm waiting.
I'm armed.
I'm about twice your fucking size.

Thursday, November 22, 2012


I have mysteries a-plenty: e-mails claiming to be from people I know, a missing best friend, a stalker, and even a nice potential set of disorders to turn my brain. But I have to come and make my first appearance to my family since I left. Everyone in this family talks. Everyone knows.

But in the long run, nothing is really happening, anymore. Not to me. So I can learn to focus on this kind of problem, but I'm not used to it.

In the mean time, Brian, I'll be thinking about ya, man.

Speaking of missing people... I guess I need to try to look into Abbey.