Sunday, July 27th 2008:

I didn't stay in L.A. much longer after talking to these other survivors, for reasons I'll tell you soon. Right now, I'm sure you'd rather want to hear about these other people.

I must say, most of these survivors are females, for some reason. You'd almost say that whoever attacked them fell in love with them at some point, provided that the maniacs attacking them were male. One of the survivors was called John, who was about my own age. He described how his mother was attacked by a tall guy, but saved by some military guy, who then became his father. He also mentioned that another man came to kill him, but some other guy helped him and his mother out of that situation. The only other guy was someone called Dylan, who claimed to have been attacked by some kind of demon, who terrorized both him and his mother. He also described that this demon was either a character from a movie, or someone inspired by that character, he didn't understand much of it himself as he was only six when that happened. There was also some woman, around forty, who mentioned that some older woman avenged her dead son, when she worked at a camp in New Jersey (which made me afraid of mentioning my own experiences with Jason). Then we had this woman called Nell, who moved into Hollywood along with her husband, but the building they moved into had a voodoo-spell that kept someone else alive. There was also this other girl, also about my age, who told us about how her brother had won a sort of toy-robot, which at some point couldn't make a difference between game and reality. Then there was this girl, of whom I was sure it was Melinda, whom I met before, but she claimed her name was Julie. She described how a fisherman with a hook tried to kill her. That happened in North Carolina. She wasn't the only one who came from afar. There was also another woman, along with her niece. The woman had a scar on her face, and another around her thumb, as though it was once cut off. The woman, whose name I forgot, told us about how she was attacked when she was sixteen, and how she then had to help her niece with a copycat-killer. By the way, for some reason, I appeared to be the only one who noticed that this woman looked a lot like Nell. Then there was someone called Laurie, from Illinois, who didn't mention any names, but she said her brother tried to kill her. Lastly, there was a woman, who was also the one who started talking, so I assumed she was the therapist. She said her name was Nancy, and described a man with knife-sharp nails who killed her friends and her mother (a guy similar to Freddy, mind you). This Nancy also happened to look a lot like Dylan's mother, or so he claimed. When it was my turn, I asked, just to be sure, if this Nancy was our therapist. Funny that nobody else seemed to have wondered this, but that's not the point. She said no. In other words, there just was no therapist who organized this!

Realizing this, people started to go away, but all the windows were nailed shut, and all the doors were locked. In other words, there was no way out. That's when people started to die. All of us were dead, until there was only me, Julie, Nell and that woman who looked like her, as well as her niece... until only the five of us were left. The killer, who wore the same suit as the killer in "Stab" does, got confused when he saw the two women who looked alike, which gave me and Julie a chance to knock him out cold. As it turned out, this guy had enough respect for the killers that were mentioned here, so he decided to round up all these people and to kill them off one by one. He even hoped that Sydney Prescott would make it here. I've seen the "Stab" movies enough times to know that name.

So anyway, after that, I left the island, hoping that the rest of my trip will be without any incidents. But then... isn't that what I've been doing from the very beginning? Anyway, the car I used to get here, I ditched it somewhere, surprised that when I returned it was still in one piece. Now, either I'd hitch my way to Las Vegas, or I'd use this same car to get there. I chose the last one.