"Jay...after what's happened the last two times we were here, why for the love of God are we comming back HERE?", I asked Jay, a bit of a bitter tone in my voice as we left the car and walked to the house's front door.

I knew it was pointless to just complain, it was'nt as if I HAD to come. But Jay...well, I'm not saying he's a complete idiot. He can be pretty smart from time to time. But some of the things he's done kind make him a sort of boarderline idiot at times. But he was smart enough to go during the daytime so I had to give him credit for that.

"Look, I don't really want to comeback either Rebecca. But after those last two videos from totheark I think it's pretty clear we have to come back here", Jay replied. "Besides, we're going during the daytime so there should'nt be any trouble this time".

"Guess so", I murmured as we got to the screen door. We noticed that while the screen door was shut the front door was'nt. "You can't say that this is'nt suspicious Jay".

"I know, but we don't really have any other leads to go by", Jay said as he opened the screen door and entered first.

It seemed messier then last time we were here. There was more paper scattered across the hallway floor and the sliding door that was broken off last time we were here was leaned against the wall. Even though it was daytime, we turned on our flashlights since it was still sort of dim and chances were the light switch was still broken.

I went ahead of Jay into the living room as he checked a closet, and it was more or less the same as it was last time we were here. Well, except that our masked friend was'nt here.

"Let's check upstairs", I heard Jay say and I just nodded a little, still glancing around the room before walking backwords a bit and turning around to follow Jay.

As we got to the stairs, Jay rushed up ahead followed by me. At the top of the stairs was some sort of doll. It was a white-grey doll with a small torso, but long legs and arms, and lacked a face. While I was looking at it, Jay was trying to open some of the doors but they would'nt budge.

"I think we have to go to the bathroom", I said. "This doll seems to be pointing in that direction.

"Well, it's open so we might as well", Jay mumbled before we both went inside. Jay shun his light into the sink and it was surprisingly clean, as opposed to the blood that had been staining it the last two times we were here.

"Well, at least they're making a small attempt at proper house keeping", I mused. I don't know why, but I could'nt shake the feeling we were being watched. I was going to ignore it, but then the corner of my eyes caught someone peaking in on us. Jay probably sensed it too because he shun the light on the figure revealing it to be Masky!

But just as the light shun on him he ran, and I don't know why but me and Jay followed after him. Maybe it was the desire in us to know what the hell was going on, and if he knew where Alex was. He ran into a room and shut the door just as we got there but Jay forced the door open, but the masked man was no where to be seen.

I'm not sure if this was the room I hid in last time we were here. It was messy, and the mattress was on it's side.

"How did he...", I trailed off as me and Jay looked around, only to jump when we heard a slam and saw that the door shut behind us.

"Oh, that son of a...", I muttered as the both of us rushed to the door. Jay flung it open, only to reveal instead of the hall we entered from another messy bedroom. "What...the...".

"How did we...", Jay trailed off as he glanced around.

"Um, let's try going out through that door", I suggested as I walked over to another door and opened it. I briefly noticed a whiteboard with the same cicle and 'X' we've been constantly seeing, but that was the least of my worries right now.

I opened the door, only to reveal we we're on the other side of the hall.

"What the...I don't even...", I trailed off as I stepped into the hall followed by Jay.

"What the hell", Jay muttered.

I knelt down to look at the doll. It had changed it's position but was still pointing to the bathroom. Did it mean anything? I jumped once I heard a faint slamming and turned around to look and saw Jay going into the first bedroom we ran into. I was about to go in but the door closed before I could enter.

I managed to force the door open but there was no one inside. I decided that since me and Jay had eventually made it back here, Jay would make it back again so I decided it would probably be best just to wait here. I walked over to the stairs and looked down, and there was still light so all I had to do was hope Jay would'nt take too long.

I heard a creek and before I could look around, I was tackled against the wall and pushed to the ground. I was a little dazed, and I felt weight sitting on my legs.

"Wh-wha...", I mumbled as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I blinked my eyes and tried to focus on what was on my legs. On finding my answer, I saw it was more of a who.

My breath hitched when I saw Masky and damn, I never realised untill now how creepy the mask really was. I mean, I knew it was creepy, but looking at it now really showed it.

He grabbed the edge of his jacket and lifted it up, showing a scar on his side. It was thin, and it looked like it was done by a knife. Wait, was he showing me the wound I gave him? Why was he showing it now? Could'nt he have shown it back at the apartment when Jay went missing? Then again, it might not have fully healed then.

But why was he showing me anyway? Did'nt he already make me taste his blood from the wound when I accidently gave it to him? Then a horrible thought hit me. What if that was just a taste of the punishment (no pun intended) and he was going to punish me now? I could kinda understand him not doing it last time I saw him but why not when Jay was missing? Did he want to do it when the wound had healed fully?

If so, what was he planning on doing. I swallowed nervously as I tried to think of something but then I realised something. My hands were free! I could just push this creep off of me and run! I glared as he was about to get something from his pocket and quickly sat up and tried to push him off me but he just grabbed my shouldors and shoved me back down on the ground hard. It was a good thing the floor was carpeted otherwise it probably would have hurt a lot more then it did.

I felt my wrists grabbed tightly and put over my head. He had both of my wrists in a one hand, gripped so tightly I could have sworn that the circulation in them would be cut off.

"Let go of me you bastard!", I pratically screamed as I struggled violently against his hold. He then gripped my throat in a choking hold which forced me to stop. When he finally removed his hand, I took small gasps for air.

I could only lay there, trying to keep my breathes even as Masky reached into his pocket for something. I felt my blood become cold when I saw the same knife Jay had brought with him last time we came here. The same one I accidently stabbed Masky with. By the looks of the knife it had just been washed. I tried to get out of his death grip on my wrists once again but he would'nt let go.

I felt some tears come out of my eyes. Maybe they were from the fear I was feeling or the sad idea of dying before I could even go to collage or the idea of never seeing my older brother again. I was'nt going to sob though, that would probably be what he wanted me to do. I swallowed and said in the most non trembling voice I could,

"Pl-please don't kill me. I'm sorry I hurt you it was an accident!" He just ignored me and started to push my hoodie and shirt up. Suddenly, the anger I had a few minutes ago returned.

"What the hell are you doing you pervert? Let go of me!"

I trashed around as much as I could with the none held down part of my body. I would'nt have been too surprised if he had turned out to roll his eyes at my useless action. The only thing that made me stop was when he pressed the knife against my throat so close that I'm sure any sudden movement from me would cut it.

After he was sure I was going to do any more movement, he took the knife away from my throat and then pressed the flat part of the blade on my side. Felt around the same area where Masky had his scar...

I felt pale when I realised what he was planning on doing. Maybe I was wrong, but I was pretty sure he was going to give me a matching scar like his!

"W-wait!", I cried. "I-I know your pissed on all, but you already made me taste your blood! Is'nt that enough for payback?" I would have struggled, but I was afraid of getting stabbed somewhere vital. Those black eyes of his mask looked into mine, and for the first time he actually responded to something I said.

He shuck his head.

I felt the cold blade leave my skin only to stab into my side, which although was'nt too deep did give a terrible pain. A small cry left my throat and I felt some of my blood seep out and slowly dribble onto the floor as I wondered where the hell Jay was when you needed him?

Masky slowly pulled the blade out and when he let go of my wrists I instantlyput my hands to my bleeding wound. Well, he only wanted to do to me what I did to him (even if it WAS accidental), so I was slightly eased by the thought of knowing he was'nt going to stab me again. At least I hoped that was the case.

Masky held a hand to the jaw of his...mask? What was he planning on doing? He slowly moved the mask up a bit, up to around his mouth I think. But his hand holding the mask obstructed the view and the the hallway we were in was extremely dim up here so I probably would'nt be able to even guess what their skin tone was.

He held the knife in his other hand up to his mouth and if I had not been cringing in pain I would have had a disgusted face. He was tasting my blood that sick son of a bitch! My eyes looked down to my wound. It was still bleeding but it probably was'nt going to kill me if it was around the same spot Masky got stabbed.

My focus returned to Masky when I heard him pull his mask back on fully and held the knife out for me to see, now clear of blood. He stood up, knife still in hand pointed at me before pointing at the ground and then walking to the bathroom. I was guessing he was telling me to stay where I was lying. If I had not just been stabbed by this fucking sadist then I would have just ran, but I did'nt want to risk dying. Besides, Jay had the keys to the car and walking probably would'nt be a good idea.

Masky came back and knelt down beside me, a first aid box in hand. Anyone else might have considered this to be genuine help. I however believed there was something else in there and made an attempt to move away, but he grabbed my arm and forced me to sit against the wall before opening the box, showing it was pretty much like any other first aid box.

What? He stabs me and now he's suddenly helping me? What the fuck?

He took out a bottle of water from his pocket and poured some over the wound. He pulled his mask up, again, his hand covering the view of his face and drank some of the water. When he was finished, he offered the rest to me, and although I was reluctant to I was getting thirsty so I hesitantly nodded and took the bottle and drank what was left.

After he gave me the bottle he took out some type of ointment and instantly pressed it against my bleeding wound, making me hiss as at the sudden stinging pain as I tried to hold in a string of loud swear words as he took his time dabbing the wound. After a minute or two he stopped and then pressed what felt like cotten against it and stuck it on to me with surgical tape.

He grabbed my hoodie and shirt and pulled it up a bit more and forced my hands to hold it up while he tied some medical gauze around me, a little below my midsection untill he seemed satisfied with the amount and stopped. I was still a little confused by his actions, but I figured I had to thank him, even if he was the one who gave me the wound.

"Um...thank you?"

He just looked me straight in the eyes. I was uncomfortable with it, but maybe not as much as before. As much as I hated to admit, I prefered him just staring. At least he could'nt hurt me doing that.

Of course I just had to let my guard down because then he started choking me! What was with him and choking? I grabbed onto his arms and tried to pull his hands off me, but his grip was tight, and I was slowly loosing oxyegen. I choked out as I slowly lost consciousness.

"Rebecca!"

I groaned in pain as I slowly came to. When I opened my eyes it was dark so I had to squint slightly even with the flashlight held by Jay and-

Jay!

"J-Jay!". I shakily stood up, with some help from Jay before he picked up his camera again.

"Wh-what the hell happened?"!, Jay asked, looking confused.

"Well, I could ask you the same thing. You were gone for ages!"

"But, it was only a minute at least! I went in through that door", Jay pointed to the door he went through. "And I just came out on the other side of the hall and I saw you passed out against the wall and there was blood on the floor!" I gave a quick look down and with the flashlight I could see some of my blood on the carpet, probably dry by now. I then realised the flashlight I'd been using was gone now so I would have to depend on Jay's.

"I don't get it. It's like these doors are making us travel through space and time or something", I muttered.

"Yeah, but you have'nt said what happened to you", Jay said, sounding worried and scared for the both of us.

"Well, that masked guy friggin' stabbed me!...But, he bandaged it up", I trailed off and pulled my top up just enough for Jay to see, who I think grimanced.

"Well, I think we have to go into that bathroom. So lets just see what's in there and get out!" I just nodded, not feeling up to having an argument.

We went into the bathroom, and everything seemed normal as could be, but then there was a thud and blackness.

"Hold on, I'll turn on my light", Jay mumbled and quickly shun his flashlight...into my eyes.

"AH!"

"Sor-", I wondered what cut Jay off and I looked around and saw we were in the closet...the one that should be downstairs!

"Okay, this is just ridiculous now!", I muttered. "Let's go".

Jay nodded and turned his back to me to open the door. I then heard a door close and I followed Jay out and saw the same kind of mask Masky wore. Without thinking Jay rushed and opened the door.

"Damn it Jay we should just go!", I snapped as I followed him to drag him back, but somehow we were now in a different building. "Okay NOW, it's rediculous!", I muttered as I looked around. It seemed farmiliar somehow for some reason.

"Let's...let's just try and find a way out", Jay mumbled as he shun his light around and we both began walking through this building, which was old, and probably abandoned.

"Hey, is'nt this the same place the Alexa and Seth were in? In that video we found?", Jay asked.

"It...does. Probably is the same place", I mumured. A part of me was glad that there was a reason I remembered this place, another part was worried because of what happened in that video.

"Let's go this way", Jay said, motioning to some stairs.

"Ah, my head", I groaned as I sat up on the couch. And looked around. I felt a little dazed. Did last night...really happen? I shuck my head a little. No, it could'nt have. Stuff like that does'nt happen in normal-

But then I felt some on my side and lifted up my shirt, going wide eyed when I saw the gauze wrapped around me.

Date: 01/29/10

Time: 00:15

Our third and last trip to the house, was by far, the most messed up trip we've had. I think we somehow broke the laws of time and space since the we kept exiting rooms from the opposite side of the hall then we should have, and Jay was missing for what for me was hours, but him just a couple of minutes.

I also got a scar to match the one I accidently gave Masky, said person having been the one who gave it to me, but yet he bandaged it up for me.

Why?

I have a blurry memory after me and Jay reunited, but according to the tape, we somehow ended up in the same building as the one Alex and Seth went to in 'Entry #22'.

Jay's thinking of stopping and giving up on this. I'm not too sure what to do but I convinced Jay that we should at least think this through before making a final decission.

I just hope whatever that decission is, it will be the right one.

But I still can't but think of one thing when it comes to Masky.

Why?

Rebecca Kralie.