This Place Is A Trap

Dad hasn't let me out of the house since the moose thing happened. On one hand, I can speak freely for once now that Silas isn't over my shoulder constantly, but on the other...he memories of that other timeline haven't faded away. The one with the Tumblr blog. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, even if it gives me a headache.  That other me...she was so alone. Her parents couldn't deal with her illness, she was bullied at school...Rei, Reina, and Entriken were all she had. They killed people to try and make themselves whole...that other me held such a deep hatred for people. It's so scary understanding exactly how she feels, understanding why she did what she did. If I could stop this from killing me by taking another life? Not gonna lie it'd be hard to say no to that.  ...Ashton, if you see this I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry for what we did to you, to Basic, to Laura, to everyone. If this makes you want to stop investigating with...

So...I found a dead moose on our porch today. A massive bull with antlers almost larger than me. It stank so bad I nearly threw up. Turns out that when things that large rot that much it smells like someone poured out a few pounds of rotting milk.  There was something carved into its side too. A symbol I think I've seen before. I can't quite remember where I might've seen it before. I copied it the best I could into the notes app on my phone before my dad came out and ushered me inside.  This feels like a warning, or maybe a threat (a promise?). Maybe not just for me, either. 

 ...Something's wrong.  Silas is really, really excited, but he won't tell me why.  The moon is wrong. I can't really describe it but the moon isn't right.  I'm scared. I think something is coming, something none of us expected, not even Silas. I think all of you might be in danger. Like, serious danger. Just...watch your backs, okay?