"Can't believe I'm doing this again", I muttered to myself as I stood at the edge of the forest I stood a few days ago. The sun was up still, and I was here a little earlier then last time. I put my glasses on to save time incase something comes up. My hands felt a little shakey but I had to go onwords. I swallowed and turned my camera on, letting it hang from the strap around my neck and began to walk.

The forest and weather still seemed the same as it was the last time I was here. Almost the exact same now that I think about it. I shoved my hands into my pockets, the only sounds I could hear were my feet crunching the leaves and my shouldor bag lightly hitting my side as I walked.

As I came close to the clearing I stopped for a few seconds, feeling hesitant but I slowly moved foreword , looking left and right as I expected to be jumped on at any minute.

But there was nothing but me, the trees and leaves and maybe one or two animals that were'nt hibernating or had'nt migrated. If there were any I did'nt see them.

But I could'nt stay here. I had to keep moving and investigate the cabin. There had to be a clue there. Anything would do really...though there would be bonus points if it was very usefull.

The walk gave me mixed feelings. The air seemed different. It felt like I was able to actually relax a little, but my mind was making my body tense that I was going to be attacked at any minute. But still, the area seemed peacefull, and I was even starting to hear the occaisional tweet from a robin.

I eventually saw the cabin though. It looked the exact same as it did last time. I looked around and after reasuring myself that there was nothing to worry about, I started to walk to the cabin door. It was only now I started to notice how some parts of the roof seemed dilapidated, missing a few shingles here and there.

As I stood in front of the door I swallowed nervously and slowly put my hand on the handle, taking a quick glance over my shouldor, only to see nothing but the forest. Looking back at the cabin door I turned the knob and tried to force the door open. It was stiff, the hinges being somewhat rusted with age and weather.

I clicked my tounge a few times as I decided what to do. I clenched my fists a little and stood back from the door a little. Prepaired to do one of the many things I've always wanted to do.

Narrowing my eyes, I raised my leg and with all the force I could muster I kicked the door down. It had been a stiff door, but it was old.

I stepped inside, and was glad I had my glasses on as the light was a little dim here. Probably because there was a lot of grime on the windows. Hell, I probably brought more light in here by kicking the damn door down!

The room was small and the furniture that had yet to fall to the ages was covered in at least an inch of dust. The was a stone fireplace with a riffle above it and I could'nt help but wonder if it worked or if it was just decoration. I looked around the room some more, only seeing some empty bookshelves and blank pieces of paper.

The only other room I could see was the kitchen through an archway. The cupboards were wooden, and I had rotten luck when I saw that there was one or two pieces of clearly expired food in them (the pun not intended). The table had a red and white squared table cloth, which was also covered in dust and a small cracked vase, perfect for putting a single small flower into, like a daffodil.

So far there was nothing of real interest to look for here. I was going to go upstairs when I heard the sound of metal beneath my footh on a rug. I looked down and kicked the rug up a bit and saw what seemed to be a basement hatch. I looked around a little, not too sure whether to go in or not. I was already breaking the horror movie rule of going to a cabin and the woods, let alone a cabin in the woods, but basements were just as bad.

Then again, I've already come this far. I might as well. Besides, I hate making double trips. It's tedious.

I took a flashlight out of my bag, prepaired to turn it on before I pulled the hatch open. It was a bit stiff, but I managed without any real difficulty otherwise. Taking a deep breath, I turned on my light and shun it down the basement. It seemed safe enough so I decided to go down the steps, but slowly, prepaired for the worse.

There was lot's of junk in the basement. Loads of boxes filled with who knows what. The ground felt hard, but occaisionally there was some softness and after deciding to look down at what it was, I saw sawdust. I looked around, hoping to find a light bulb to brighten things up in here.

"Rebecca?" My breath hitched and I shun my light straight in front of me and saw,

"Michael...", I breathed. He looked like he did in my dreams, only he seemed a little pale. He was smiling slightly though as he stood underneath an unlit light bulb.

"Hey Becky", he chirped. I could'nt help myself and ran to him, dropping down on my knees and bringing him into a hug to my chest.

"Michael. I'm sorry about everything! I swear it! I'm going to take you home to your parents. It'll be like none of this ever happened Michael", I murmured.

"That would be nice", I did'nt notice the somewhat cynical tone Michael had.

"Come on. I'll just turn the light on and look around a bit more before we go. Okay?", I said and leaned up to turn on the light. But it was when the light was on I was in for a shock.

All that was in my arms was a t-shirt fit for a twelve year old boy, with old dry blood stains on it. I felt a little faint and looking to the floor I saw an even bigger stain of dried blood.

The clothing dropped from my hands as I staggered backwords a little untill I hit into an old table. My breathing became rapid as my hands shuck. He was...Michael was just...a hallucination? But I...but he...

My hands tried to steady themselves by moving onto the table, where on of them bumbed into a small box. I looked at the table behind me and saw one of my hands had hit a box of bullets. I guess that riffle upstairs does work.

Then I got a feeling there was someone else here. I thought I heard steps, from upstairs. My fists clenched in anger. I had a bloody good idea of who it was, and damn it I was sick of this shit!

My hand grabbed the box of bullets and I slowly made my way out of the basement. I coughed a little as I stepped out and looked around. I looked up the top of the stairs and saw a shadow, but it was moving away. Had I been thinking straight I would have gotten the hell out of there, but instead I just chuckled and slowly made my way to the fireplace.

"Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time", I sang to myself as I stepped in front of the fireplace and took down the rifle. I countinued singing, even when I took some bullets out of the box and put the rest in my pocket and got the firearm ready.

I'm not too sure why I was singing Queen. I guess a part of me believed this 'adventure' was going to be the death of me at some point, and if I was going to die, I wanted to go down as a bad ass motherfucker.

"I feel alive. And the world it's turning inside out, yeah. I'm floating around in ecstasy. So don't stop me now", as I said those words I cocked the rifle and looked up the stairs. "Don't stop me, 'cause I'm having a good time, having a good time!", I said those words a little louder and pratically ran up the stairs, riffle in hand.

I was at the top of the stairs and looked down the hall. I grinned and aimed the rifle.

"Your going down town~", I laughed a little as I shot twice. They should have hit him, but they did'nt.

"Wha-"

What happened next was a blur, but I think I screamed.

I fluttered my eyes open slowly and took my surroundings in, which was a little difficult since for the first few seconds everything was a little blurry. Eventually my sight returned to normal and I was able to make everything out. It was dark, and I was in the woods in a pile of leaves in a clearing, feeling sore, disorientated and tasting some blood in my mouth.

...How did I get here?...

I stood up, feeling a pain in my legs and looked down. From what I could tell it looked as if some ripped at my jeans from knees down which would explain why my legs were bleeding. I guess I went through a thorn bush or something. I stumbled around in confussion, trying to get my mind straight. I tried to say something to myself but all I could get out were confused mumbles.

I heard something shifting through the leaves and turned around quickly, though in my confused state I caused myself to fall down. I looked and tried to make out anything at all in the trees. I thought I felt something around around the side of my neck but I felt a pressure point being squeezed and I went out again.

I grumbled as I opened my eyes...again. I did'nt feel disorientated this time and I weekly sat up. I was back in my hotel room. I looked around the room and saw that my coat and bag had been dropped onto a chair, and that my glasses (with a now cracked lens, which was made more annoying by the fact that I left my spare pair back at the hotel Jay was in) and my camera were on the bedside locker. My shoes were already off and on the floor next to the bed.

My legs were still sore, but I think they stopped bleeding. In fact, there was only the cuts, no blood. I furrowed my eyebrows when I finally realised the legs of my jeans had been pulled up to my knees. How did I not notice that first? I touched my leg and it felt slightly damp, like someone had just washed it or something.

I heard the door of my bathroom open and I looked up with a look of a deer in headlights. True, this person was more then likely my saviour, but that did'nt mean I was'nt going to be on gaurd.

I was still frozen when I saw it was Masky. He was holding a first aid box and a part of me found this slightly amusing because last time I saw him with a first aid box he had been the one that wounded me. True the wound was nothing but a scar now but still.

He walked up to my bed, almost silent except for the faint sound of his shoes tapping. When he got to my bed I stood as still as a statue as he put the box down down next to my camera and opened it. I glanced at the box as he pulled out some ointment.

"I guess your going to bandage my legs up?", I asked slowly, almost afraid I would say the wrong word. He just responded with a nod. No surprise there, I should'nt expect him to at this stage.

What did surprise me was when he removed his gloves and stuffed them in his pocket. Why did he do that? I was going to shift away but he held his hands up. Was he trying to say he was'nt going to hurt me? Against my better judgement I decided to just stay put.

Masky sat on the edge of the bed and poured some of the oinment on one hand before he gently grabbed one of my ankles and began rubbing the ointment into my legs with his bare hands. I was a little stuned by this. The ointment did sting a little, but I did'nt really notice it too much. Maybe it was because the wounds were'nt as fresh, or maybe it was because his hand...

...Would it be wrong of me to say that his hand actually felt good on my leg? So much I actually felt a small shiver, one that was'nt from fear?

His hand were'nt soft, but they still felt comfortable enough on my skin, and warm. I was actually feeling relaxed and just laid back. But when his hand went under my knee I could'nt control my leg jerking a little as I surpressed a small laugh.

"S-sorry. I'm ticklish there", I admitted, feeling a little embaressed when I felt the eyes of his mask on me. He just nodded and went onto the other leg.

Once again I just ignored the light sting and relaxed as his hand rubbed the ointment in. Funny thing though was that even when he rubbed the ointment in just as long as with the first leg, he seemed to take a little extra time and was moving his hand a little slower.

Before I could say anything his hand was gone and he began bandaging my legs.

It took several minutes but both of my legs from the ankles to my knees were bandaged.

"Th-thank you", I said, just loud enough for him to hear. He looked up at me and nodded his head in acknowledgement. He put a hand on the back of my head and pressed the lips of his mask against my forehead. I bit my lip a little as he started to move away from me. My heart started to pick up speed since I knew he was going to leave now. I did'nt want to be alone tonight.

"W-wait! Don't go! I-I don't want to be alone tonight", I hugged myself a little as Masky stopped where he was. To be honest I would'nt have been surprised if he just kept on walking but technically he did know what I was going through, at least to some extent and I guess I just wanted some company of someone who would understand.

But he did'nt go. Instead he walked back to my bed and sat on the edge of it, carefull not to sit on my legs and placed the first aid box on the night stand and took his own shoes off. He leaned against the headboard and pulled me onto his lap.

"Thank you", I murmured, looking up at him. I'd probably be called crazy for be comfortable with this, but I did'nt care really. I just wanted company. My eyes glanced down at the black lips of his mask. How is it that feeling the lips of that mask on mine felt...interesting?

"Um Masky, did...did something happen between us between April and November?", I asked, wondering if it was a good thing to ask. Masky did'nt respond at first, but he nodded his head slowly. My heart was beating a little faster.

"Your not going to say what though. Are you?" He shuck his head.

"Well, if me and Jay get the safe open will I find out how exactly?" He nodded his head.

"Right", I murmured and looked at the lips again. 'What the hell', were the last words I thought before I pressed my lips onto his Mask's plastic ones in a brief kiss before leaning my head against his shouldor. I'm not sure what took over me just then, but heck, I'm possibly going to die anyway. Not like a kiss can do harm.

Date: 12/17/10

Time: 10:34

Just woke up. Went to the cabin. Michael was'nt alive. It was just my mind playing a cruel joke on me.

I think I also went temporally insane and tried to shoot Him with a rifle. Did'nt work and after that is a blank. Woke up disorientated in woods before being knocked out again.

Woke up in hotel room with Masky who bandaged my cut legs. He also stayed the night and held me on his lap. I don't think I can deny this as a hallucination.

He was'nt hear when I woke up,but there was a faint smell of cigarette smoke again, so I'm guessing he was'nt long gone when I woke up.

I'm going to talk with Michael's parents before I go back to Jay. I miss his humour and company.

...I miss Michael...

Rebecca Kralie.