7/30/2013 2:42AM

Sorry for posts not being made in a while...

Some... things have happened.

I'll get back to you.

Burned letter

I found this in my mailbox today.

Along with this:

Weird Letter

Okay, it's 12:56 AM. Someone knocked on my door and rang my doorbell, then ran off. I opened the door, looked down and found a letter. Here are some pictures I took:

<-NO SHAME

<- MARKISS IS NO MORE

 

 I opened the letter and read it. It's difficult to read, some of it's blacked out, and names are blacked out. But it seems to have the same thing that I always think about, the tall guy. Here is a scan of the letter:

what the fuck is going on.

 

 

EDIT: I found a small piece of paper that said, "Leon, if you're still in Charlotte, NC, reply when this gets to you."

 

I'm going to have to look up some Leon's in Charlotte, North Carolina.

6/25/2013 11:32PM

...Well, they say the thug did it. They checked fingerprints and found a set of his on a knife with her blood over it.



Anyway, Ken is fine, hasn't had any issues, other than the usual stuff. He tells me he is still having nightmares of the tall guy. I seriously want the image of that fucker outta my head.


For some reason, I've kept thinking about what I saw, and I swear I actually saw the guy. I... I dunno. Maybe you're right and it's just my brain flipping out.

6/25/2013

Okay, I received your email. Your idea that my fear of this tall thing is what made me believe it was there. That makes sense. I got called by the police that they think the found the murderer, some lowlife thug named Arnold Somethingorother. I'm glad I'm not crazy. (owaitiam)

Anyway, I'm still scared as hell though.

~Jax

6/24/2013

ohmygod.
Okay, well, I went over to her house, and knocked on the door. The door was unlocked and opened. That's where I should have fucking stopped. But I didn't. I entered, asking for Mariah, calling her name. That's when I saw it. All up the walls were claw marks and shit. Then, a few red splotches on the fucking wall. Blood. I walked into the room and saw her, lying on the ground, lying in a pool of her own blood. The room was dark as fuck and I couldn't see shit, so hear me out. I turned and saw that tall fucker. It just was standing in the hallway, a few feet away from me. I've never seen this thing this close, it fucking hurt my eyes to see it. I've never seen it move in any of my dreams/hallucinations, and it's fucking head cocked, as if it were mocking me.
I blacked out.
When I came back, I'd called 911. They came and checked the house, checked me, told them I had a date with her a few days back and that I came over after she hadn't been at work, and saw this. I told them about the tall freak, and they looked at me like I was crazy.

I dunno doc, what happened?

~Jax

6/23/2013

Lastwnight was great. I brought Mariah (my date)ehome, I playedlsomecvideo games, talkedoto Ken, and went to bed. I didn't see her at work today, so I called her house. She didn't answer.mThe thing is, I don't entirely remember bringing Mariah home.eI mean, I remember going there,hand I rememberobeing halfway homemin my car. Neveresaying goodbye or letting her out. I'm going over and seeing tomorrow.

6/22/2013

It's been a week since I last posted. I haven't seen anything, heard anything, had a dream, nothing. I've had great sleep, averaging about 7 hours a day, and I've had normal days. Hell, I'm even becoming so normal, I've got a date from the office. I'm going out with her tonight to a restaurant nearby. Hopefully she likes the city.

~Jax

6/14/2013 11:38PM

Well goddammit. I thought we'd have a good streak here. I had the worst goddamn dream ever. It was of me, swimming, when suddenly I got pulled down and I drowned. I saw what made me drown, that motherFUCKing tall guy. It fucking woke me up with the worst goddamn headache I've ever had. And the worst part? I saw Goggles a few moments ago, outside my window, down on the backlawn. I think shit's getting worse, doc. You need to prescribe me some stuff to help me. Please.
roses are red
violets are blue
we can see you
~Jax

6/01/2013

Well, it’s been a greet couple of weeks; Ken’s dad is letting him stay with me for the summer. How great? I’ve got someone to connect to, something I’ve never really had.

            On the day-dream front, I’m not entirely sure which is which sometimes. I’ve seen that thing from my dreams once while at work, other than that I’ve never seen it. And when I saw it, it was kinda like I knew it was a mirage and it was through films that made it fuzzy and hard to see kind of.

            Ken began writing in a journal a long time ago, as I found out. He might begin typing them out on the internet as I am.

 

~Jax

5/30/2013

Kenan is here. Well, 'Ken' is here, as he likes his shorthand better. He came here on the 20th, and I've had no time to post since he came here. It's been a lot of fun: we played games, went to the movies, talked about dreams, and it was fun.
Then I told him about my dream about the black-white thing-guy. He told me that the dreams sounded really... evil. He's kinda superstitious, and I understand, but, Doc, you don't believe there is evil in dreams, right?

Best part is, he started having the same dreams as well, the same night I told him. It must be scary enough to make others get scared and have nightmares, right?

~Jax

5/15/2013

It’s 2:37AM. I just had a terrible dream once more. That thing, the black thing. It’s weird as hell. I can remember what it looks like, but I just can’t figure out what it looks like. It’s a person, but tall and lanky as hell. I can’t remember any real details, other than some white on it’s chest and it had bleached skin. Looked like some sort of killer from a movie. I don’t remember anything else, but I was in my own home and it was standing in my doorway just staring at me. It wasn’t Goggles, as I’ve taken to calling the goggled guy, it was something else.

            As long as these dreams don’t affect me or the time with Kenan, I’ll be fine.

~Jax

5/14/2013

So, today’s the day. The big, whopping 24. My brother’s son is coming in the next week or so. It’s funny; my brother’s son is 9 years younger than me. Less than a decade. And my brother is close to 11 years older than me. My brother doesn’t ever talk about when I was born, because shortly thereafter, SHE left. He doesn’t talk at all about those years. I might get some information out of him.

~Jax

5/11/2013

I’ve had sleeping problems again, ever since I had that dream. I’m not surprised; that dream scared the living shit out of me. I’ve yet to see the thing with the goggles again, nor have I seen that black thing.

            My birthday is in a few days. I might write on that day. I don’t know yet.     

~Jax

5/06/2013

It’s about 4:32 AM. I’ve just woken up from a terrible dream that I know I’ll forget. I’m forgetting parts already, but here goes.

I’m walking through my Elementary School, when suddenly the bells ring. I hear screaming and crying and then it stopped. I could see something at the end of the hallway, it was a person, and I couldn’t tell you what it looked like, the details are straining. It was black, that’s all I remember. And I could see people huddled around the person. It was strange and the entire time I had a sense of dread.

            On a good note, my brother’s son will be coming to see me. He’s 15 years old. My brother says it’ll keep us both in check. He tells me that his son has some of the same sleeping issues, and I might get him to start this stuff as well. His name is Kenan. He’ll be here in a few weeks.

 

~Jax

5/05/2013

It’s been most of a week. I’ve not seen a lick of that thing in a while. I don’t know what/who did it, but praise be to them.

 

~Jax

4/30/2013

Okay, I received your email, Doctor Kale. The whole idea that it might be a self projected image is actually quite interesting. Have you ever read about Tulpas? It’s a sort of practice that is used by Buddhists to create imaginary but realistic objects. (More can be read here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulpa). I don’t know though, I’m not entirely sure about this whole self projected image theory. If it were true wouldn’t I be able to change it? Or is that just some B.S.? I don’t know. Anyway, I’ve seen it a few times, but it’s far away and never doing anything, just looking at me. I’ve become rather ignorant of it, and just forget it.

            Anyway, thanks for the email, Doc.

~Jax

4/26/2013

Well, I saw that thing again. It was standing out in the snow below while I was editing my column. I didn’t want to make a big thing about it, so I just ignored it. It just stood there the entire time looking up into the window that sits to the left of me whilst I write my article.

            ~Jax

4/20/2013 11:46PM

Okay, I posted too soon. Something happened. I was sitting on my computer, playing video games (Team Fortress 2, if that helps you.), and everything was great. I was playing, listening to music, having a blast. The first time in a while, actually. Well, the room I was in was beginning to get hot, so I opened a window. My computer is on the second story of my home, and when I opened the door, I looked outside and saw something. It was weird. It was wearing a light gray, tattering suit, with a bowler cap on. It had weird goggle-type glasses that I could see through, and it had a scarf on, masquerading it’s entire face. It was wearing gloves, so I couldn’t see it’s hands. It was just sitting there, looking at me. I looked at it/him, when my phone rang. I turned to grab it, then I looked outside again and the thing was gone. There is snow outside, and I don’t see any tracks from whatever it was.

            I’ll wait from now on to post to make sure I actually don’t see anything. I hope you can help me. I hope you can tell me what might have caused this, or whatever it was.

Icantellyouwhatiam

4/20/2013

Nothing happened today. I had 8 hours of sleep (yay!), I had no dreams that I could remember, no hallucinations, nothing. Everything went according to how I’d like it. I think this dream journal/day journal thing might be working.

~Jax

 

4/11/2013

I keep thinking about what Nathon Joshmith said, over and over. The 10 days thing. It spooks me. I’ve never really been one for superstition, but for some reason what he said has that same feeling.

 

~Jax

4/10/13

So, a man named Nathon Joshmith came into the editing room today. Never heard of him, or seen him. He wanted to talk to me directly. He told me he was from the New York Times and wanted to know if I wanted a job. Now, I’m an editor/writer of a very crappy, rarely seen newspaper. I was surprised to see him here. He shook my hand, looked me in the eyes, and his smile dropped. He whispered something like, “10. 10 days. 10 days. 10 days. 10 days…” over and over again. He then smiled, turned around and left.

Later, I walked downstairs and asked if Nathon Joshmith left me anything. The buzzer person for the doors said that no person named Nathon Joshmith signed in today. I guess that’s why my hallucination asked me to walk away from all the people. Alright Doc, do your magic.

 

~Jax

4/01/2013

It’s been a while since I posted anything, and I’ve recently had some weird shit happen to me at work. So, I was typing stuff in for a column when suddenly my computer turned off and the screen seemed to gradient downwards to black, making the screen look off. Now, I had just worked on this column for about 6 hours now, and it was gone. Poof. It was my own fault that I didn’t Ctrl-S it, and it pissed me off. So, I stood up, calmly, walked over into the break room, made some coffee to calm down, and then it hit me. I threw the hot coffee at the wall and yelled some profanity. A coworker was sitting in the room and asked me what the hell was wrong, and I told her. She walked out of the room, came back, and told me that the computer was on. Now, I realize that it was probably my hallucination, all the way up until I walked over to my keyboard and saw some of the keys blacked out with a marker in some weird fashion, like this:

 

qWerTyuIop
AsdfGHjkl
zCvbNm

            The uppercased letters were the only ones not crossed and blacked out, the lowercase letters were. I raised my keyboard up and asked who did it, but people looked at me silly. I looked again and it was back to normal. I asked my manager if I could go home and lay down, told her about my sleep issues and she let me go.

            Hope you can get something outta this, Doc.

~Jax

3/28/2013

Okay, well, I guess this is something to write about.
Don’t know if it has any meaning Doc, but I had a dream this morning. It was more of a memory then anything. I was sitting on a bus on my way to school. I guess I was about, like, 8? Anyway, I was just sitting there and the entire way to the school, the kids were talking. Y’know, normal stuff, like who likes who, what did you do over the weekend, etc. But the thing is this: after about 10 minutes of my dream, people started talking backwards. Like, Stairway to Heaven type shit. I don’t know if you can tell me what this means, but I’d love to know. Thanks.

~Jax

3/25/2013

            Well, shit. It’s been about a week since I’ve been told to start doing this and I guess I might as well. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Jackson Wring Dean. Yes, my middle name is odd. Anyway, I call myself Jax, I’ve been doing this since I was about 6, and that was about 17 years ago. I am 23 years old, as you could have found out by doing math. I live in New York and I do writing and photography as a profession; I work as a writer for a newspaper that doesn’t get printed where I live. I live in Syracuse, New York, and have been my entire life. I’ve only ever been to Florida and South/North Carolina, but other than that I’ve always been in New York.

            All of that aside, I have issues. Mainly sleeping issues. I have had insomnia my entire life and get about 4 hours of sleep every day. I very rarely remember my dreams, until recently (which is due to this blog), and when I do it’s usually unpleasant. Along with my sleep issues, I’ve had issues with family. My mother left me as a child long ago and my father died recently, actually, in a car crash (he survived for a few hours after the crash, died to internal bleeding and I believe something to do with injuries to the spinal cord), and I have one brother who lives somewhere in Europe (I believe he moves between Poland, Germany, and Sweden because of some sort of job related thing) named John Dean. I have little information about my mother, hell I don’t even know her name, nor do I care who she is. She left me and my brother when we were one and twelve years old, respectively.

            My doctor recently told me to start writing down my dreams if they seem awry, and to write down my day. You see, because of my lack of sleep I hallucinate a lot. I usually don’t let it get to me, recently it’s been very annoying and I see shit that doesn’t make sense (water droplets just floating around, seeing people as if they were from a 1920’s black and white film, etc.), and sometimes some of them scare me, like seeing people who are hung by the neck from lightpoles during the day with people just walking/driving past them.

            Anyway, so, I hope this does it for you Doc Kale.

 

~Jax