Okay, last night I actually dreamt that I was watching a movie, that was a sequel to Marble Hornets and it opened up with Jay tied up with tape in a junkyard, and a monster which I think was the Rake was going to kill him, but Jay got out of the mess and back to his apartment to upload the entire event while narrating the movie. I just thought you might be interested XD If it was real the movie would no doubt be awesome!

I don't really think I've believed too much in psychology. I'm not too sure why exactly. I think maybe it was back when I was almost twelve and I read 'Goodnight Mister Tom'. The psychologist that wanted to put Willie in a home after he was rescued from his mother's home by Tom Oakly was kind of a jerk for wanting to do that when Tom clearly wanted to take care of the boy himself.

The fact that was a child and teen's psychologist did'nt really help too much now that I think of it, mainly cause I felt thought I would get odd looks. Then again, if Tim could have thought I was still in high school when I last saw him, maybe I still looked young enough to come here no questions asked.

But none of that mattered now. I was in the waiting room, alone. I did'nt bring my camera with. I would just take notes down when I left and share what I was willing to share later. I have no idea why I had to wait here. I was almost positive that there was no one in the doctor's office. Hell I even came early and there was no one here, but I 'have to wait my turn'.

Typical.

So all I could do really was sit in one of the waiting chairs and look through the out of date magazines. I think they were five years out of date actually. Why can't they ever keep a fresh supply of reading material in waiting rooms? They can't seriously be that cheap. Just once a week would do actually.

"Rebecca Kralie?" I looked up from reading my out of date star sign to see a woman in her late thirties, maybe early fourties with sandy coloured hair and wearing spectacles.

"Yeah. Are you ?"

"Yes, it's good to see you. Shall we step into my office?", she asked after shaking my hand.

I nodded as I stood up and stepped inside after her. It was pretty much what you would expect of a psychologist's office. Bookshelves, a desk and chairs. Nothing else really worth mentioning except maybe some of the toys for kids to play with.

"I was surprised to hear from you actually", admitted as we both sat down in our respected places. "After you got amnesia of the entire month of July your parents said that you were'nt likely to come back unless something came up".

"Well, the thing is that I was wondering if you could tell me anything that may have happened during July. I already know of my physical state and I was wondering if you had anything to share", I asked, leaning foreword a bit and resting my elbows on my legs.

"Well, actually there are a few things", as she said this she took out a folder from a drawer. And flipped through it. "You kept having night terrors, and you insisted on the light being on at all times. You felt safer from the monster with some light".

Wanting the light on? Just like I did now a days? Great, I'm reverting to fears that I had when I was ten.

"Right", I mumbled. "Anything else?"

"Well, your parents told me that on one occaision, you were found in the closet holding a knife and when you were asked why you said that you thought you saw 'him'".

"Did I ever describe 'him'?", I asked, a little quickly.

"Well, you did actually. You said he was taller then average, thin and pale and that he wore a suit. You also said that he did'nt have a face. The only explanation I could think of was that your mind was repressing the memories of your kidnapper".

I pursed my lips a little, not entirely sure whether to be amused by her statement or not. 'Maybe you should go into the woods yourself and see if you can think the same', I thought to myself, a little bitterly.

"I also tried to get you to say what happened to Michael, but you never said anything. You even had a slightly violent tendancy of trying to throw one of the wooden block toys at me whenever I tried to talk to you about Michael. One time you even scratched my face".

"Sorry", I grimanced a little, a tiny bit of guilt in my stomach from knowing what I did. It was a bit pointless seeing as how that was ten years ago though.

"Don't worry, it's one of the things I was prepaired for when I studied to be a psychologist", gave a soft smile. "I just did'nt expect it to ever happen. Anyway, your parents mentioned that you were drawing and writing some disturbing things in your diary. I did have it, but it seems to have gone missing".

I bit my lower lip a little. I wondered if I should tell her I had it now, but I decided not to. It was mine anyway, and it was given to me so it was'nt like I was stealing it.

"But I remembered that the drawings were of the woods I think, and your parents mentioned that you actually ate some of the pages".

...Huh...I just thought I tore out pages with my teeth, but eatting them...

"I had suggested to your parents you may have been suffering from schizophrenia".

"Schizophrenia? You thought my symptoms were similar to that? Did I have any hallucinations?" took a quick look in the folder.

"Well, you kept seeing this faceless man aparently, and you would'nt drink water most of the time, thinking it was blood and you would sometimes say it was your brother Alex's fault of what happened to Michael". This peaked my interest.

"Really?"

"Yes. But you seemed mentally well after you forgot everything so I suggested to your parents that it might be best if you were just told you were in a biking accident that put you in a small coma".

"I see", I murmured, thinking about all of this information.

"Is there anything else you need Rebeca?", asked, looking at me with gentle eyes.

"...Yeah. Um, thanks for your time. I'll be going now", I said as I stood up.

"Oh, Rebecca, one more thing", handed me a card with a number on it.

"If you want to talk to someone, this man is a good colleague of mine. Just tell him I referred you to him".

"Yeah, sure", I politely took the card and put it in my pocket. In truth I had no intent on calling any time soon.

The walk back to the hotel was uneventfull. I thought a little of the presents I had just bought Jay for Christmas. A Stephen King book (Christine) and a wooly scarf. Not the best presents in the world, but it was better then nothing I suppose.

I could'nt help but try and imagine what Masky and Him would be up to during Christmas. The image I got was of Masky tackling Santa and Him taking Santa's place and kidnapping kids. It made me giggle a little actually, for the first time in ages.

Date: 12/15/10

Time: 19:23

Well, I've talked with today. I was just as ill mentally as physically to the point where they thought I was a schizophrenic.

I plan to go back to the cabin tomorrow.

I'm a bit nervous after what happened in the woods the previous day, but it has to be done.

For one thing my curiousity won't be settled and I'll probably end up doing it anyway, so might as well do it now.

Not too sure what I'll do after that. I'll try and talk with Michael's parents but other then that there is'nt much I can do.

...I'm still wondering if I really saw Michael in that window, or if I've just lost it...

I also have this major headache. I'd take pills but I think I've become a bit weary of them with all the empty pill bottles me and Jay have found.

Rebecca Kralie.

P.S I could have sworn I smelt a faint smell of cigarette smoke this morning. The ashtray in my room has been used but I don't smoke. Was Masky here last night?