I have to say, ever since me and Jay have started up our little investigation, things have gotten weirder and weirder and just plain disturbing. If I give up now, I highly doubt I'll ever forget what I have witnessed. It will all probably follow me to my grave and beyond.

Me and Jay were staying in a hotel out of town, seperate rooms obviously. A little while after what happened in 'Entry #24', totheark hacked into the account and uploaded a video. I'm not going into detail about what it was exactly, but it was just...plain weird. Anyway, both Jay and I are seriously considering just dropping everything and pretending it did'nt happen.

I was laying on the bed in my room, staring up at the ceiling. I was wondering where my brother might be. I can't really blame him for just dissapearing on me like that, but he's my brother. He could have at least returned one of my calls, or written me a letter or something to keep in contact at least!

I don't know why but while I was thinking, my thoughts somehow wandered onto Masky. My hand went to the scar on my side, given to me by said masked man. What was up with him? Does he have some sort of grudge against me because of how I accidently stabbed him? If so, he was being completely ridiculous about it.

But, he did sort of help me by putting ointment and gauze on my wound, so what did that mean?

I guess I could only assume that he wanted me to feel as if my life was in his hands, or some sort of God like thing or whatever.

Tch, why was I even thinking of that creep anyway?

I nearly jumped when I heard a knock on my door. It was loud and rapid. I just sat there on the bed, still as a statue. There was more knocking, this time accompanied by a voice.

"Rebecca, it's me. It's important. Open the door".

It sounded like Jay, but a part of me was still nervous to open the door that it might not be him. Still I would have to open the door eventually, so there was'nt much point prolonging it.

I got up and slowly opened my door, and saw Jay with camera at hand.

"What is it Jay?", I asked as I opened the door wider to let Jay inside.

"A friend of mine called a while ago and told me to look at the news. I recorded it and I want to show it to you before I put it up on Youtube", Jay said as he walked to and sat on my bed.

"Well, let's see then", I sat next to Jay and looked and the camera screen.

The anchorwoman announced that there had been an apartment fire, and I instantly already had a very good idea of what this was about. Seeing what had survived of the apartment that me and Jay had only left weeks ago.

"Do you think it was on purpose?", I asked Jay, looking up at him.

"It would'nt be surprising. I'd be more surprised if it was'nt", Jay mumbled. "This means either two things. That masked and whoever the hell he's working with either tried to kill us, thinking we were still there. Or, they did it to make us move".

"So, what should we do?", I asked Jay nervously. He sighed and held his head in his hands.

"Rebecca, I'm sorry I dragged you into this".

"Jay-"

"No, I have to say this", Jay interrupted. "I got you into this mess. We'll travel around a little bit, try to loose whatever is on our trail, and as soon as we get to a train station or something, I'll pay for your ticket home, or somewhere out of state even".

I thought of Jay's offer, which was pretty tempting. But, something was compelling me to stay for some reason.

"Jay, um...I'll think about it, and when we find a station I'll make up my mind", I mumbled as I looked down at the floor. Jay was silent for a couple of minutes but slowly nodded his head.

"We'll leave as soon as we wake up. Night", Jay mumbled before he left, but not before adding, "don't forget to lock your door".

When I heard my door close, I immediately went to lock and leaned my back against the door. After a few minutes of silence I took a quick look in my bathroom and made sure the windows were locked. There was no way anyone should be able to get in.

...Unless they were already inside.

I took a quick look under the bed and in the closet, but only to assure myself that I was alone and that I was being paranoid.

I plopped down on the bed, only moving to get under the covers. I might as well try to get some sleep before tomorrow. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and made sure it was on before turning off my bedside lamp. I pulled the covers close to my head and closed my eyes, just making out the faint light of my phone. I don't know why but the light from that gave me some comfort. Maybe it was the fact that not only did it give light, if something were to happen I would be able to call for help.

True, the police were not likely to be of any help, but the idea alone gave some sort of feeling that eased my stressed mind.

That and with my bedside light being off, it was less likely anyone would be able to make their way through my room without me hearing. Basically I was hoping that with that threat in mind no one would come in.

But I still felt like I was being watched in my sleep. For the past couple of days actually. Maybe it was just the paranoia nibbling at my mind, but I still can't shake this feeling. I don't dare to open my eyes incase there is actually someone there, and they're waiting for me to awaken just so that they can kill me. The way I looked at it, as long as I at least looked asleep, I was safe.

For now at least.

Though my dreams were not that much better. That night I dreamt I was in some woods like in previous dreams, except it was daytime now. But it was different. The trees actually had leaves for one thing. In fact, I think I've been in these woods before. It was a big contrast compared to the woods I have been dreaming of for months. There was even a faint chirping of a bird or two I think.

There was a boy too. He seemed pretty young. I felt he was about twelve, but he was a bit tall for that, maybe nearly looking around thirteen and fourteen. The funny thing was is that he actually did have a very slim resemblance to Alex when he was fourteen. It was'nt a complete, identical resemblance, but their hair and build was similar, and they both had glasses. I don't know why, but I felt his name began with an...'M', I think?

For the following weeks, Jay and I had been traveling from hotel to hotel. Since then, I've actually had better sleep. I don't seem to be getting any of of the symptoms that I had when the investigation. I've still been thinking if maybe I should go back home. I still feel like I need to know what became of Alex, and with that dream of the boy who looked a little like Alex, it drives my curiousity on. But, maybe I should just ignore it? But, I feel as if there's some thing I-

"Rebecca", I was snapped out of my thoughts and looked to the door of my room. I could tell it was Jay so I went to open it. I presumed he was finished filming his goodbye and was ready to go but when I saw him he had a tape in his hand and by now, tapes were evil in my mind.

"Hey Jay. What's with the tape?", I asked hesitantly.

"This was posted to me. I think we have to watch it", Jay answered. For the past few days, we had been able to relax, but I could hear the worried tone in his voice.

"Well, what makes you so sure?"

"I got this text", Jay took out his phone and held the text for me to see. It said, 41810.

"I don't-"

"It's today's date", Jay cut me off. I looked again at the digets and saw he was right.

"Well...I guess we might as well watch it", I mumbled as I sat down and let Jay put to the tape into the tv's vcr.

There was some distortion. First it seemed to be Alex sitting at a desk, then someone wearing a skull mask, then Alex wandering down an ally. After that, it seemed normal enough. Someone was filming outside of a kitchen. While whoever was holding the camera was walking down a hall, there was a brief glimpse of her face as she walked. She was deffinetly blonde. I could tell much since she held the camera towards her face very briefly.

But what did catch my attention was Alex! He was just lying on the couch, typing on his laptop. Oh my God, he was okay! ...And he did'nt return any of my calls, that basterd!

"When did we get a camera?", was what the woman asked Alex. Wait, we? Did that mean they were dating or something? Well if he never returned my calls or kept any contact with me, I bet he did'nt even mention me to her, that double basterd! I know it's not THAT important, but still. He's gone for three and a half years nearly, and then I only find out he's okay through this? That's just-

But the appearance of the man in the suit made my thoughts stop, and I could only sit there next to Jay and listen to the blonde girl scream while Alex tried to get her to safety, untill the tape froze, leaving Jay and I in the dark of what might have happened.

Me and Jay sat there in silence. We should have been happy to know Alex had been alive for all these years, but seeing this I can only say that I'm feel as if Alex might not be alive for much longer if we don't find him.

Date: 04/18/10

Time: 20:34

My brother is alive, at least I still hope he is. We got a tape today, dated from about two weeks ago and Alex was alive on it.

However, the man in the suit seemed to have found him and a blonde girl he was dating. The video froze at the end so we're not too sure what happened.

There's a return address on the package the video came in, so me and Jay are going to go and check that location for any clues.

I believe that by doing this, all the illnesses me and Jay had weeks ago may return. Including that recuring dream I would have.

I'm curious about the kid I saw in the last dream of the forest, he seemed familiar. And not because he had a slight resemblance to Alex. I think I knew him when I was a kid, maybe around eleven? I think that's right, and I think he left some time around my biking accident, when I was knocked out for a couple weeks.

I wonder if this dream is just a coincidence? If it keeps recurring I might ask someone about it. Not too sure who though. Mom and dad are dead, Alex is possibly out of the question, and our closest relative at the time Aunt Edna might not know much, and she's the only relative who's number I remember, and she's a relative on my mom's side so she would'nt have any numbers for my dad's side.

It's probably nothing though. I'm just thinking too far ahead.

Rebecca Kralie.