run

Today is August 3rd, 2012. The same day as on that paper. Annie and mine's anniversary. Yesterday, I made my way back to Silence. Being cautious, she didn't want to meet in the same spot, so we met a while away from there, still in the same woods.

It was time for me to come clean. I took my seat across from her and told her that I wasn't sure I should trust her, and I wanted-needed-more proof that Jars was dangerous. She reminded me of Annie and what Jars had done, but I didn't want to just believe that. I told Silence that she herself could be dangerous, or be lying, and that Jars told me she was a liar.

That got her attention.

She didn't know Jars had been contacting me. Turns out Jars must've been the one to bury the things in the dirt, not Silence. Whatever Silence had originally intended me to find was replaced by the photo and the teeth. Silence became a bit nervy and unhinged upon realizing that Jars had been in contact with me, and she became even more nervous when I told her I have been blogging about this entire thing. That REALLY set her off, and she started yelling at me.

This was when I realized why she was upset. If Jars had been in contact with me, and was as dangerous as Silence had made her out to be, then it meant Jars had been reading this blog and knew what was happening, and that she had followed me here. Of course about two minutes later we saw a car pull up, and Silence knew we were in trouble. I asked her what we do. She had 1 last command.

RUN.

I will update again when I can, but you might not hear from me for a while. I'll try and stay safe.

annie

I moved to this apartment alone because I was no longer with my girlfriend.

Her name was Annie. We'd been together for about 5 years and I really was thinking about a future with her, until she was killed by a drunk driver. I was so completely ruined by the whole situation, I just couldn't stay where we had been living, so I packed up my things and our dog and I left. The reason I am telling you this is because I discovered what those numbers are.

It's a date. 08(August)03(the 3rd day)12(2012). That's our anniversary. You can send me strange letters and wacky polaroids. You can send me bizarre jars filled with dirt and god knows what else. You can give me commands and orders and cryptic messages and symbols. But when you bring the girl I loved into this, that's when I get furious. I didn't update immediately upon realizing this because I was so angry, anything I wrote wouldn't have been comprehensible.

But this is it. I want answers. I'm tired of digging in dirt and researching stupid symbols. I want some god damned answers and I want them now. So I'm going to follow Silence's order and "follow" the train tracks.

You hear that, Silence?

I am coming for you.