I thought about it thoroughly the night I got that box.

When me and Jay read the newspaper clipping, it just sealed the deal for me.

According to it, ten years previous in my hometown, two children went missing. I feel like it's connected to the tape we watched where an officer was questioning me. I assuming I had been one of the two missing children, because I had apparently screamed to not be taken away again.

I can't say this is definite, I'll have to ask around for more proof, especially since there had only been so much information.

There's a train station in a closeby town, I'm taking a train to a place closeby to me and Alex's hometown. I'm taking a precaution or two to make sure I don't have any sort of trouble.

For my investigation, I bought this camera.

I don't want to end up like my brother and Jay, filming myself constantly. But I want to show that I'm doing okay, and in posting this on the Marble Hornets account, I hope it might give be of help somehow.

I'll be posting my findings as, 'Rebecca's Log'.

I'll look around and find whatever clue is possible. I don't plan to be gone long, I expect to be back with Jay in time for Christmas.

I sat in the train and watched the scenery of trees go buy, doing nothing but play a little with the silver, magnify glass necklace. I was planning on wearing it from now on every day since I got it back. The compartment I was in was surprisingly empty, then again it was only early December. It would probably be busier by the time I get on the train back to Jay.

I looked into my shouldor bag to check to check on the camera. I did'nt plan on turning it on untill I officially began my investigation. There was also the small, purple diary that I got in the box. The tiny, cheap padlock on it kept it from being opened fully but from what I could tell the some of the pages were damaged.

"Excuse me?", I gave a small yelp and and turned my head sharply to the direction of a startled, man pushing a trolly with small snacks and beverages.

"Oh, sorry miss. I did'nt mean to scare you. I was just wondering if you wanted something from the trolly".

"O-oh, no. It's okay. Just startled a little. I'll just have some water please".

I was just a half an hour away from my stop. I was'nt too sure how to feel. I guess I was kinda excited to come back home after two years, but I'd rather it be under better circumstances. I had an idea of who to talk to first, my Aunt Edna. She lived in the town, although not too close to where me and Alex lived. But she had to have known something. But, I think I'll visit my parents graves first. It was only right.

My eyes wandered around untill I noticed something. The doors between the train carriages had a glass window on each of them, which showed a faint reflection of a certain area of the room based off of my reflection. I thought I saw someone sitting behind me several seats, on the opposite side of the aisle.

It was a bit hard to make out, but a bit of paranoia came over me since it was only the two of us. I took out my camera and turned it on and held it up discretely as possibly and moved it around a little bit, just for a few seconds before lowering it down again.

I flipped the side screen of the camera out and rewound the footage to see who was there, but shockingly there was no one there. Just rows of seats. Deciding to take a risk, I leaned my head over my seat a little to look back, but the carpartment was just as empty as it was when I entered.

I leaned back in my seat and took a deep breath, trying to relax. I needed to keep my mind calm. I might pick up some medicine if I get any worse.

I was more then happy to get off the train when it finally arrived at my stop. I made my way through the small crowds with nothing but the contents of my shouldor bag and backpack. The town I was in was your everyday, average Joe sort of place. It was about a half hour drive from my home town, and about fourty minutes by walking. There was a short cut of sorts through the forest. It shorted the walk to half an hour I think, but I did'nt want to go there. At least not till later.

I had some money with me (some of which I reluctantly borrowed from Jay) so I did'nt have to worry about accomodation. True I could have just stay with my aunt, but I was afraid of getting her caught up in my mess so I booked a room in a hotel in this town.

The hotel I booked into had three floors, and seemed a little similar in style to the one me and Jay had woke up in weeks ago. The bed of my room was'nt the most comfortable though, and the tv was just static. Neither really mattered that much to me though. I probably was'nt going to sleep better here then anywhere else, and there's nothing good on tv now a days. Well, there was the odd show that was actually good, but for some reason, they were'nt as popular as the crap that people think is good like the Kardashians.

When I saw it was already quarter to three, I decided I might as well go and and begin what I came to do.

So, armed with nothing but the shouldor bag, and my camera (now turned on and hung around my neck by a strap), I began the long walk along the road was quiet except for maybe the few cars that drove past. I would have hired a taxi, but I did'nt want to risk running out of money at an unconvienet time. Besides, a walk would be good for me. During the walk my eyes would glance over to the trees, a familiar feeling of uneasiness washing over me.

It was odd, being back in my town again. It looked the same as it had when I left. I was'nt expecting to bump in any old friends since they were most likely in collage or elsewhere. There were'nt too many people outside, but I could'nt blame them since it was cold outside.

I had to resist the urge to look over my shouldor. I was safe was'nt I? Those feelings of being watched is...is just all in my head!

Spotting a flourist I stopped inside, wanting to buy something before I go to my first stop.

I remember comming here with my dad and brother whenever we bought flowers for mom on her birthday, or Mother's Day or even mom and dad's anniversary. It still looked the same more or less from my memories. Flowers, flowers everywhere. Then again what do you expect?

"Hello dear, what can I do for you?", the shopkeeper asked with a smile. She was an elderly woman with a kind smile and blonde hair that was clearly dyed. I smiled back politely at her.

"Hi um, I was wondering if you had any roses? And maybe some lillies?"

"Yes we have lovely roses over here, and some beautifull lillies over there", the shopkeeper gestured towards both sets of flowers. "How many would you like?"

"Two red roses and a bouquet of lillies".

After paying for my flowers, I began walking to the first places I wanted to visit. The walk felt lonelier as I neared the cemetary. I don't remember the last time I visited mom and dad. Probably just before I decided to help Jay with those damn tapes.

I got to mom and dad's graves and stood silent, just staring and the pieces of stone before I spoke.

"Hi mom, dad. How's it going? You can...probably already see what's going on with me...I'm sorry I did'nt come home to just see you two", I sighed a little and looked up to the sky.

"I wish you told me about whatever happened ten years ago. It might be relevent now. But then again, if I did'nt get into this mess I bet it would'nt have mattered. Right?

"It does'nt matter now though, I'll just have to try and figure it all out myself. Hopefully I'll get back to Jay before Christmas".

I stayed quiet after that. I was'nt too sure what to say after that. What else could I say.

"I have to go now", I murmured and put the roses on their graves. "I'll try and make sure Alex is okay. I love you".

I began to walk away and down the path leading out of the cemetary. But, I sensed as if something was behind me. I looked behind and went wide eyed and started to run out. I don't know why or how but Masky was here. He had been stalking several feet behind me untill I turned around. After that he started running. He was faster so I had to rely on luck. The walls of the cemetary were pretty low so I ran to them and pulled myself over them and started running. I did'nt stop untill I came to an area of town that had at least some people around. He would'nt attack me if there were people around, would he?

I looked behind me to see any sign of him, but I did'nt see anything unusual. Maybe, it was just another hallucination? If so, why did it seem to be mostly of Masky? I should remember to make of this in the new notebook I bought earlier that day when I write in it tonight. But now, I have to pay a visit to my Aunt Edna.