Chapter 5: Frequency
I sat there in my dark room, thinking to myself. How was I suppose to live like this? In fear and torment for the rest of my life waiting for the day that it finally kills me. No... I didn't want that, not me, not anyone else. I'll have to go back to where it all began, that page on the tree had something to do with this. I had to go back and get it, to find the link between that page and the man that has been putting me through this pain.
I grabbed what I could and threw it all into a small backpack, I needed to be prepared but also need speed if the worst should happen to me. I set off to the park, it was getting dark, probably not the best idea but there wasn't time to wait. Already half way there and the tension already began to build up in my stomach and my hands began to shake, I had no choice but to press onwards.
I had reached the entrance to the park, somewhat creepier than last I came to this place. The darkness seemed to seep from the cracks of the walls surrounding it, oozing like a dark liquid. I prayed it was a trick of the mind. I slowly crept through the gates making no noise and followed the path, the gate soon disappeared the further I descended into the forest leaving me alone with no sign of life.
I came to a stop when I realised how different the park had became, where there use to be a play ground was a small, desolate shack that could only be used for storage and next to it was a broken down pick-up truck covered in rust and dints. I approached it taking off my small bag, took out a torch and aimed it at the shack. As the light hit the shack I could feel each and every hair on my body stand, the door to the shack had been blocked by panels of wood and next to the door was a page... but this one was different. It said in scribbled writing "leave me alone" and had a hastily drawn picture of a shadowy figure next to it, I felt the need to document it which made me rummage through my bag yet again. I advanced towards the page and pulled out a video recorder from my bag, the picture seemed to be stuck to the building with a simple pin that looked easy to remove. I was finally able to turn on the recorder, I grabbed the note and tore it away from the wall with a swift movement. A loud sound came from within the forest around me, like a tree had fallen to the ground with great force. It kept repeating like a broken record but the sound appeared to get closer, as if moving towards me, that is until it stopped.
I heard a nerve shattering digitized sound coming from my recorder like static...