"We're nearly through with these damn tapes and so far none of them are actually helping us find out where Alex might be", I mumbled as I rubbed the sides of my head, getting a bit of a headache from doing nothing but watch tapes all day.

"Well we're nearly done so one of them has to give some sort of idea, or a clue that will lead us to something", Jay yawned as the last tape finished. Jay did have a point, but this was just aggrivating! I'm really starting to wonder if agreeing to help Jay was a good idea, but then there's the fact that I'm his voice of reason at the moment so maybe it was a good thing I was here.

"Look, I'm going to bed now. You can watch the others if you want", Jay said getting up and going to his room.

"Kay, night", I said half heartedly as I stretched my arms, a slight sound of bones cracking being heard. I decided not to watch anymore tapes and just go onto Youtube and see if totheark has put up a video response yet. We have'nt heard from him in a while and I'm not sure if that should be considered a good thing or a bad thing.

Still, no new video's from him.

"Maybe he's run out of things to try and scare us?", I mused to myself before shutting my laptop. Might as well try and get some sleep myself so I laid back on the couch and pulled a blanket over myself and closed my eyes. Maybe tonight I would sleep easier?

I'm not sure how long I stayed there like that. Maybe about two hours? I was deffinetly still awake when I thought I heard a door opening and closing. I sat up and looked around myself. I could only see so much in the dark, but from what I could tell, there was no one here...I hope.

I slowly got up and went to turn on the light. My heart was starting to beat faster in fear of what I could see once the light was on. Once I felt the light switch I flicked it on and turned around, prepaired to see who or whatever was here.

There was no one here.

I felt little relief from that and looked around me. At first I thought maybe it was just Jay going to the bathroom, but I would have probably seen him if he had, and he probably would have said something.

Then a thought occured to me. What if someone had just come into the apartment? I hesitantly walked to the door and tried opening it, but it was still locked, and so were the windows when I checked them. I was feeling anxious as I looked around a slowly made my way to the kitchen, expecting something to jump out at me at any minute. I returned to the living room with the best weapon I could find that would'nt risk anyone fatal injury. A frying pan. Deciding I should tell Jay about hearing something, I walked to his bedroom door. I was about to knock on it, but I broke into a small fit of coughing.

Strange. Last time I coughed that much was the first time we were at that house.

I tried to force the coughing down as best as I could and knocked on the door lightly.

"Jay, it's me. Are you still up?", I asked but there was no response so I knocked again but still nothing. "I'm comming in", I said before stepping inside, only to see something shocking.

Jay was'nt here.

"Jay?", I asked looking around the bedroom. I've never actually been in his bedroom but from what I could tell everything seemed to be in it's proper place. "Jay are you here? Say something, your starting to freak me out here". I looked around the room but there did'nt seem to be any sign that he left since his jacket was still here. It almost seemed like he just...vanished in thin air.

But, that could'nt be possible. I mean, I did hear I door, but it could'nt have Jay. Then again, maybe he left but I only heard the front door.

I went to check if the keys were still in the kitchen. There were only two pairs and they were still in the bowel where they usually where. Which meant someone had managed to get in and out, even with all points of entry locked. I rubbed my head and tried to think.

"Jay", I called again, looking around me, still clutching the frying pan tightly and slowly made my way to the window to see if Jay's car was outside which it was. I tried to think of some sort of explanation. If I was'nt trying to be rational, I would have thought that this was something supernatural. But that can't be! It's just...there is'nt any such thing as the supernatural. There just is'nt.

I looked away from the window and tried to think of what to do. I highly doubted anyone else would be up at this time so asking the neighbors if they've seen Jay was not likely to work. I doubted I could go to the police. A man dissapearing from a locked apartment was not a story likely to be believed. But then a thought occured to me. The reason I was up to begin with was because I heard an intruder. What if he was still here and had Jay?

I held my frying pan over my head, ready to strike. For a second I could'nt help but think that this would be funny someday, or at least it would be if the situation was'nt so terrifying.

For at least half an hour I wandered around the apartment, looking in ever possible place for two people to hide in. In the end, I could have sworn I nearly gave myself a heart attack. Then a place I did'nt think of occured to me. It was a long shot, but it was something to consider. After all, since it's where Jay vanished from, I would'nt expect to look there again.

I went back to Jay's room, and once again when I was in a coughing fit when I was at the door. It was worse then before and I doubled over because of it but forced myself to walk through. Strangely when I was away from the door, I was better again. Probably just a coincidence though, I decided to myself and looked around, but it was empty just like the first time. I sighed and sat on the bed and rubbed my head.

I thought out my options. Jay had set up small security camera's, (which just worries me because it's kind of what Alex had been doing) so maybe I could look at some of them plus the camera here in his bedroom and see what happend? I'll just wait untill the tape needs to be changed. It would probably be what he wanted anyway, and something might happen so it would probably not be a good idea to mess with it. Other then that I did'nt know what else to do. I coughed a little and decided to get a drink of water, but just as I was going through the door, I fell on my knees, dropping the frying pan and began coughing even harder then ever. What the hell was going on tonight!

And...what was this taste in my mouth? It seemed...a little familiar.

I coughed into my hand and something horrifying caught my eyes. Was...was that blood!

"Wh-what the...what the fucking hell...", I coughed into my hands again but strangely when I looked at them there did'nt seem to be as much as I thought there should have been at this point. Ah, now my throat is dry? What's going on?

I forced myself despite my cough and staggered into the kitchen and spit into the sink as much blood as I could, but only spit came out. Well, there was SOME blood mixed in it. Probably left over in my mouth from when it first came up but still. My dry throat was starting to feel sore so I turned on the tap and began to greedily drink from it untill my throat felt better.

After that I made myself cough to see if any more blood would come out to see if I was okay now. There was'nt even a taste of it now so I could only presume I was alright for the moment at least.

This is one, fucking, weird, night.

After washing the blood off my hands, I wandered back to near where I had dropped the frying pan and wandered bacl to the couch and sat down as I thought of what to do now. I suppose all I could do for the moment was try and go to sleep and hope nothing would happen to me. I was tired, and after everthing that happened I just want to pretend that this was just a messed up dream or hallucination or whatever and go to sleep. I'll have to think of where Jay might be tomorrow, when the sun is up, and things are normal.

I gave a deep sigh and put the frying pan on the floor next to me within arms reach, laid on the couch and closed my eyes.

I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up, but when I opened one eye just a crack it was still dark and I had probably been moving around alot because some of my hair was over. I just closed my eyes as I prepaired to go to sleep again and I was about to move my hand to move the hair away.

But I was beaten to it.

I froze as I felt a hand lift hair up and I sensed staring. My best guess was that someone was seeing if I was still asleep or not. All I could do was stay still and hope that they would'nt see I was awake, otherwise who knows what could happen? I did have the frying pan, but I would wait untill they let go of my hair before using it.

At first I was mostly tensed and scared at being caught out, but gradual I became creeped out. Whoever it was holding my hair was still staring, longer then I would think necessary and it was creeping me the hell out. What made me tense even more however was a tug at my hair. It seemed gentle, but then there was another tug, which was much sharper. Was he on to me? What do I do? Should I countinue feighing sleep or should I react just enough to convince him I was asleep.

OW! That ass pratically tried to pull my hair out this time! I tried my best to surpress the pain and gave a sound to show that I had sensed it and pulled by blanket around me while I tried to pull my head away, trying to look as if I was just simply trying to snuggle into my sheets while still asleep, and I thought for a moment that it worked.

But then, the hand grabbed my shouldor roughly and turned me onto my back and I felt a hand grab my jaw. I felt what seemed to be leather and instantly I had an idea of who it was. My lower lip started to tremble a little and I asked only that he would not notice.

I think he did however as his thumb and index finger moved up untill they were just under my eye sockets and pressed down on the skin of my cheeks and pulled down forcing my eyes to half open and in shock, and to my annoyance, a rough gasp escaped my throat when I could make out that familiar white and black mask.

He stared down at me and all I could do was stare back. Had he kidnapped Jay just hours ago and had come for me now? Or did he want to enact true revenge on me for accidently stabbing him. I could have sworn that during all this I forgot how to breath. I had to say something. Maybe if I tried to say sorry again, it would lesson the pain of whatever he was planning on doing.

"I-", I had just barely choked the words out of my throat and he let go of my face and covered my mouth. Somehow, this did'nt surprise me too much. I just swallowed and shut my eyes tightly, too afraid to see what he was going to do after he removed his hand. It must have been ten minutes before I heard a door open and shut. I opened one eye and Masky was finally gone. I gave a small sigh of relief and took small gasps of much needed air. I had'nt realised I had been holding my breath for so long. Tomorrow, I would look in Jay's room for clues. For now, I'll try and sleep.

Date: 11/21/09

Time: 11:07

Last night there were really strange occurances. For starters, I first heard doors open and close. The only door into the apartment was locked, as were the windows, and it did'nt seem as if Jay had gotten up for the bathroom.

But then I went to check on Jay, and he was'nt in his room. It was as if he vanished out of no where. I had decided I would wait untill morning before I would do anything.

I also started coughing and blood came out. It stoped after the first two minutes but I'm thinking of going to the doctor just to be sure.

But of course for me the night got even fucking weirder.

But then later that night, I woke up a little and someone pulled on my hair a little. I tried to act like anyone else would in their sleep, but then he pulled me onto my back and made my eyes open and I saw it was Masky.

I was afraid he was going to pay me back for the time I accidently stabbed him, so I tried to apologise but he silenced me. I closed my eyes for several minutes and when I opened them he was gone.

But then this morning, I went to see what I could find in Jay's room, and Jay was there! I was beginning to wonder if the whole night had in fact been some sort of hallucination, but I noticed that the tape in the camera Jay had in his room was nearly empty so I changed tapes and watched the one from last night.

Apparently, I was'nt the only one who got a visit from our masked friend.

He just stood there for a couple of minutes watching Jay, then looked directly at the camera, as if acknowledging it! Then Jay just...vanishes for three hours. I did hear a door opening and closing when Masky was with me so maybe that was Jay...some how.

I also checked the other camera's and what happened to me really happened

Right now, all I can say is that I am really wishing I had not said yes to helping Jay.

Rebecca Kralie.