This Place Is A Trap

I tried to sneak out last night, while my dad wasn't looking. I was feeling good, and I felt strong enough that I hadn't needed my crutches all day, so I figured it was now or never. I was determined to go hunt down Henny and beat his ass for leaving me alone. I didn't see the signs until it hit me. When my sickness gets really bad, I start to forget things, and then my body freezes up and I fall over, usually because I fainted. And then I'm stuck in bed for at least a week and everything fucking Sucks. And wouldn't you know, I had an attack in the middle of the fucking woods. Everything started to feel all weird, and then I didn't know where I was, and then everything went dark for a fEw seconds and I was on the ground. And guess who found me?  Silas.  He was...sympathetic, Not pitying like people usually are. He helped me up and took me home, helped me sneak back through my window. My dad didn'T even notice I was gone.  Anyways, SIlas said he had s...

I noticed a lot of people seem to be finding this again. Uh...hi. I know it's been a while since I last posted and I really have no excuse this time I've just been...here, I guess. Nothing is happening, and it's kind of disquieting. For those of you who are new, feel free to ask me some questions, scroll through the backlog, and familiarize yourself. I know it's kind of a lot, but I need to get all of this out. Especially now that I know more. There is also a Discord server that Theo, a good friend, made. I'm not in there but a lot of the people who follow this blog probably are.  And if you don't mind, spread the word about Winter Hollow. Warn people about it if they plan on going through Wyoming.  Thank you.

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?

So...Silas has started inviting me to go to church meetings, which is apparently a huge honor. He says Payton will be there. Only problem is I am not allowed out of the house until my dad thinks it's safe.  Which is not going to happen any time soon.  Which...not the worst thing in the world I guess. Father Barrows is kind of weird and I'd rather learn stuff from Silas.  I still want to see if I can get Penumbra to talk to me at some point, if only to see what goes on inside his studio.  I have an opportunity coming up though. My dad has to be gone one night next week and I'll be able to sneak out. Only problem is if I go to the church thing I will be gone all night and probably won't make it to the radio station, so I can only do one. So I have to decide that. 

I don't know what to say, not gonna lie. Things are rapidly exploding around me and everything is falling apart. My mom is missing, my memory lapses are getting worse, Henny and Payton are still AWOL...I feel like I can't trust anyone. Not even you guys. Silas keeps telling me I need to stop posting here but...I don't know. He's probably right but something still doesn't feel right. People are still going missing and Silas won't answer any more of my questions.  I...also realized I never told you guys what Silas told me when we first met. All of the answers I got before everything went to shit. I'm not sure I should now, but I might anyways. If you guys want me to.