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Journal Entry 3: Who Am I?

1 Aug

I apologize for the delay of this post. I’m being hunted on this dreary night.

I have shed the damned laptop and am now beginning to create these posts on a smartphone. I am still shut off from the outside world, constantly on the run from the powers that work to strike me down. I can feel them, lurking over my shoulder, watching from the shadows. They run through every piece of data I touch, it feels as if they’re trying to read my very fingertips as I write. Maybe they can, maybe that technology has been embedded in our smartphones. I’m now wary of this piece of junk in my hands just thinking about it.

People keep asking who I am in the comments of these posts. Why is that of importance? Is there a reason to care for a loss soul like myself? I don’t believe there is. But who am I to judge them for caring or determining my own self worth? I’m just a man, no, much more than a man, trying to stop the evil forces at work. The 11 are still out there. The 11 must be stopped.

But the question remains: who am I? Should I share? I am on the run now and I’m sure these haunted figures know who I am, so maybe my loyal followers should as well. I could become a martyr if they catch me that way. I could be a man worthy of creating a crusade. I could die a legend. So be it, you ask, and so you shall receive.

I am a teacher. I am an educator. I am a writer. I’m an academic and a dreamer. I am a peace bringer and the end bringer. I am lost. I will never be found. I am a man, yet not a man. I am an unstoppable force. I am a sharpened weapon against the terrors. I am many things. I have been reduced to nothing. I am Joel.

There, I’ve exposed myself to them and the world. Now I must run again, This dampened road, slick from the rain, has the sounds of pitter patters echoing over my shoulder. I wish that it was just the sound of water slapping against the black top. I know it is not. I wish it was the sound of an animal scurrying across the road and up a tree, yet I know it is not. The lights behind me fade to black, which means I may have been found. Hopefully the weapon I’ve holstered can provide me the safety I need. I must run. I have no choice. If there is no post tomorrow then you must fear the worst for me.

Let’s hope I post tomorrow.

A message is hidden down below. But for you. Only you.

They are the horsemen. Their minions, the deadliest of our sins. They shall not win. They shall not prevail.


Journal Entry 2: Where Are They?

31 Jul

I hope you read this knowing that for the time being, my life is safe. I’ve moved locations since my last post and despite feeling like Frodo hiding from Sauron with the ring, I believe I have time to push out more information. At least, I hope.

I’ve had to resort to stealing and living in a world cut off from society. I have an old flip phone in case of emergencies, and oh how it drives me mad not to be able to have social media downloaded to it in these lonely times. The building I’m in is condemned and as I lie here on this old, forgotten mattress, the wafting smell of piss keeps penetrating my nostrils and making it hard to write. Already it has begun to get dark and I worry this old wood will go up in flame from the candle light I’m working under. Normally I would work with just the glow of my computer screen, but I can’t risk it showing my location and letting the business nearby know I’m using their wifi.

Enough about my struggles though, I must get back to talking about these creatures, and fast. I know I can no longer do anything about them, but maybe, just maybe, you can. I have found out they are all still alive today, but not all of them are working together. There are factions amongst their ranks. By my count, there are four factions in all.

The first faction I believe operates somewhere within the banking system. From what I can tell they run on a global scale. The head of this faction operates somewhere over seas, maybe in Swedish accounts. As of late he’s brought in two cronies from the beginning. The first is his right hand woman. She generally is found in yellow, flowery clothes, but don’t let that fool you. She’s a shark for money in any way she can get her hands on it and will bleed the middle class dry to help her boss and the top one percent succeed. The other follower is a woman that dresses in violet. She works as a middle man between millionaires and billionaires to the banks. When speaking to her, you can tell she thinks highly of herself and of the status in society that was thrust upon her.

The next faction resides somewhere in either the U.S. or Russian military, but I haven’t been able to place it as of yet. So far all I know is the leader of this faction is a general and a ruthless one at that. He will stop at nothing to win any battle that he may be thrust in to, and at any cost. Just like the other faction, this leader has a right hand man. From what I gathered this will be a young man with an obsession of the color red. I haven’t been able to gather much, other than the fact he is short in stature and has a short temper to match it. He will often be found with a comrade decked head to toe in green clothing. This man will watch how the short tempered one and the general interact with each other and have nothing but contempt in his eye. This faction, in my opinion, is the most dangerous. They will be quick to lash out and destroy anything in their path.

The next group I found, however, seems to be the weakest. It would be of no surprise to me if they ended up going their separate ways or joining with one of the stronger factions later on. This group doesn’t so much have a leader and follower system like the others. No I believe they are lovers, a sort of yin and yang to one another as they bring their chaos across the United States. One of them loves to work with the poor and downtrodden and was last seen in Flint, Michigan wearing all black, looking almost like he wanted to imitate Johnny Cash. Meanwhile, his wife was hard at work in Hollywood overseeing all sorts of experiments on video and film. She works tirelessly to ensure that people are always seated and consuming the media that is produced from there.

The final faction is the one that I have the least amount of information on. The leader of the group seems almost non-existent save for when major catastrophes pop up in the world. Many say that he is a plague on any civilization he touches but there just isn’t enough information to pin where he’s at in today’s world. From what I can tell though, he does have two henchmen. There is one that operates the food industry, helping to control how much the major nations eat versus the ones that don’t have a seat at the global table yet. The other works within the confines of the porn industry. It’s said that he helps to ensure they have open freedom in every nation porn is available and he fights for people to have access to it in nations that forbid it. I cannot fathom why this work is important.

That’s all of the information that I have for now. If I’m not found out and murdered in this building I will have more information tomorrow. My plan is to steal back to where my notes are on these terrible monsters and begin exposing their influence throughout history. Maybe then can we put names to faces. I will try my best to post again tomorrow at the same time and if a post does not appear, just know they have indeed caught up to me. Hopefully, I still have the edge.

Stay vigilant.



Journal Entry 1: The Dinosaurs

30 Jul

There is a common belief that it was a meteor that struck the earth at a high velocity years ago, effectively wiping out the dinosaurs. With this belief, I agree. There would be no other logical explanation as to what could have done it. However, I believe there was something more that came with that meteor and led to the demise of the dinosaurs.

Now don’t be silly and think that I believe for a second any of the hogwash that’s infiltrated our movies and television. Heavens no, none of that. I don’t believe there are transformers secretly hidden underground or trapped deep within the ice. It’s just like I don’t believe there is a spaceship buried at the bottom of Thor’s Well or the Mariana’s Trench. It’s all non-sense.

No I believe something, or several somethings did exit that meteor and have plagued our planet ever since. I have researched this case thoroughly and I feel that I have enough evidence to try and prove what these creatures are. I don’t have a specific name for them yet, but I hope as I continue my research and begin to share it here, others may be able to help me name them. For now, here is what I know:

In all, I have found accounts of 11 different entities leaving this meteor. Over the years they have emerged to feast before disappearing again. Each have some form of color that is attached to them, and it either illuminates the air or can be found in the backdrop of their attacks. All of them are still alive and well today, thriving amongst our current discord.

I shall post another entry soon, but for now that is all I am willing to share. I fear that recently my research may have fallen into dangerous hands. I pray that it hasn’t fallen in with one of the eleven, heavens no. Each of them are dark and would make me wish for death if they knew that I had found them.

I shall share this for now, since it’s surely on a page they would never expect. I plea with you, implore of you, beg to you, please return to this page tomorrow. If there is another journal entry then you will know I have not been found out and I will hopefully be able to slip in more information on our enemy. If there is no journal entry, then you must run and hide, as quickly as possible. If they’ve gotten to me, it’ll only be a matter of time until they get to you.


Over a Shoulder

17 Jul

I wished the bedroom was darker. There was always just enough light from the street that would illuminate the room to give it an eerie glow. Shadows were casted onto the walls from figures I couldn’t see. Tall, hulking shadows. Small, crouching shadows. Thin and gangly shadows. All the sizes and shapes of figures that make an active imagination go wild.

I generally sleep in my underwear because if someone was lurking in my room, trying desperately to kill me in my sleep and take my valuables, I wouldn’t want them to see me in the nude. I would much rather die with dignity and clothes over naked and afraid. That’s what I was convinced would happen to me in my one bedroom apartment. Every night I would lie down and turn off the lights and wait. Wait for the killer or one of the shadows to come to life, just to take my own life from me.

My apartment was always noisy as well. There was a general hum that emitted from the various electronics running in the living room. On top of that, I could also hear the street clearly from my bed. Whether it was a constant thdunk thdunk thdunk of a car with a super bass built inside or the growling vrrn vrrrn vrrrrn of someone flying down the road in a jacked up truck, I heard it all. Maybe that’s another reason I searched in paranoia of an intruder. Mix the sounds of detestable humans blaring their vehicles at two in the morning with the ever moving and pouncing shadows of the room, something was bound to attack.

All of this was culminating again, paving the way for another night of lying paranoid on my side. I stared helplessly at the wall. Shadows lurched and lunged in various directions. I shut my eyes to ignore them. Bullying sounds from the vehicles outside my window accosted my ears. A feeling of panic crept in at the thought of one of them stopping to break in snapped my eyes open again. The heat kicked on throughout the building, sending a shuttering moan through my apartment as it fought to heat the place. I slipped deeper into the covers.

Then, a new noise. Chhhhttttccchhh. The sound scratched and crinkled over my shoulder. My eyes grew wide. This was new. Was it real? Ccccchhhhhttttcccchhhhh. Louder now. It sounded like the crackling of an insect. I didn’t want to turn. I needed to turn. I had to know. I rolled my body while closing my eyes. I didn’t want to see it. I was now facing the noise. It stopped. I opened my eyes and let my mouth fall open in pursuit.

It was all black and distorted. As if a shadow had found a way to leave the wall. It had piercing eyes, both white and pupil-less. I could feel it grinning, despite the lack of mouth. The white eyes were the only part of it’s head that was visible. It’s body was large, built like a heavyweight UFC fighter but there was no definition. It lifted an arm and pointed at me. It made the noise again. Cccchhhhttttccchhhh. I was frozen.

The thing began shambling closer to me. Not walking. Nor sliding. Instead, just a shamble. In the same way a zombie would move. My body froze. Each part of me became lead. My head wouldn’t raise and my eyes wouldn’t shut. My vocal chords seized into a whisper at each attempted shout. My arms laid useless, one on the bed, one on my side, as my legs did the same. The monster continued its shamble until it stood directly over me. I couldn’t look up at it but I could feel it moving closer. Slowly bending. Closer. It’s face nearing mine. Closer. I could feel heat coming off it now. Closer. It’s arms reached out as its face was about to touch mine. Closer. I wanted to shriek, to fight, but my body was still useless. Closer. It was touching me now. Closer.


As the Grass Grows

13 Jul

I sat in my favorite chair and stared out the window. Ahead of me was a small area of grass, something a tenant had planted on the pavilion of the apartment. My friend had paid extra to get our place to have a window and door leading out to it. It was my favorite area to look at.

I missed him now as I sat in my chair, looking out into this grassy patch. He had said he would be right back, he just needed to get a tune up on his arm and leg. Both were old and beginning to rust. It had been raining when he left, a slow cold drizzle that would pierce deep into your body if you let it. I had watched as the back of his car lit up red before lifting with an exhaustive sigh into the sky. It sailed him away.

While he was gone I toiled away at my tasks around our two bedroom place. I first took my time with the cleaning, taking the items I left thoughtlessly all over our home and placing them back where they belonged. There would be the occasional mechanical noises up in the corner of the room, the signal that the camera was still on and watching me. Sometimes I wondered who was on the other side of the lens.

After I had cleaned up, I went to the kitchen and found the food that had been prepared earlier in the day. Despite the lingering smell it gave off, I couldn’t help but love the taste of it. I chowed down until I felt as though my stomach would burst, and then polished it off by guzzling down some water. As I walked back to the kitchen, I watched as the lights above kicked on with my movements. It astounded me how the hallway knew to light the way for me. Back in the living room, I pawed at the remote until the news came on and plopped onto the couch. I slept.

I awoke to a crash outside of the apartment. It startled me and I yelped out before running over to the window. The rain was coming down hard now, illuminated by the bright signs on the walls and the cars flying by at a breakneck speed. It was hard for me to take in all at once. I tried to find what made the noise, but I struggled to see what had awoken me from my slumber.

Then I saw him, my friend. He had slammed his car door shut and was walking towards the apartment. His arm and and leg looked shiny and new in the rain. Almost like the day he had them installed. I was excited to see that he had returned and began to let my tail wag when I saw the stranger behind him. He was a tall stranger in a black coat. He had a large, bulky frame and the only thing I could see was the red, cybernetic eye. He was closing in on my friend.

I let out a bark, and then another. I was doing anything I could to warn my friend. He was now walking in the grass and ignoring my warnings. He lifted his metal arm to wave with a smile on his face. Behind him, the stranger lunged forward, knocking my friend off his feet and onto the ground. My friend let out a scream as the stranger pulled a shiny and sharp object from his pocket and let it plunge into my friend. As my friend let out a howl of pain, I barked in unison, trapped inside our home and unable to help. The stranger stood and looked at me, red eye aglow, before walking towards my friend’s car. He got in and I let another bark out and watched as the door closed. The car lifted and was gone.

I looked back out at my favorite spot. My friend was there lying in the rain. He hadn’t moved since the stranger left with his car. I barked at him a few more times, but he wouldn’t come. I stopped and just stared at him. The rain came down harder but it could no longer help my friend to move any faster towards our home. Instead, it just made the grass continue to grow.