I'm not too sure if finding those files was a good thing. From it we have learned that Tim has had problems since the early ninties such as the symptoms, and I guess unless there is something to prove false otherwise, the abandoned hospital could have been the same one Tim went to as a child. This has brought worrying questions up for myself.
Would I be in a similar situation as Tim had I not forgotten all of July of 2000? Would I be wearing a mask or some sort of disguise to cover my face like a bandana? Would I have gotten as serious treatment as Tim?
I feel me and Jay have made things worse for Tim, and it makes me question if I had made the right choice is deciding to countinue this dreadfull experience instead of just packing it in and staying here with Tim.
Jay tells me that if anything I should be blaming him but we are both equally responsible for what has happened to both us and some of the people we have encountered.
We have'nt started working on the video for what we will call, 'Entry #60.5', just yet. Maybe in a weel. We just want to get the facts straight so we don't make a mistake when posting that video. I'm not going to lie, it's weird looking through Tim's personal details like this, but if it will help the investigation then let it be done.
At this moment though, Jay was out to get something so for about fifteen minutes I had the room to myself. Not that I had a problem with that...as long as the light was on. I just laid on my bed. I did'nt want to look through those files unless Jay was here. It made me feel a bit better about snooping through Tim's privacy.
Then a knock came to the door. It could'nt have been Jay. He had the key to the room with him so this was a little worrying. I laid still as I could be, waiting for anything to just let itself in or to knock again, however there was nothing else after that. This reminded me of what had happened some time after me and Jay woke up with seven months missing from our memory. When Jay was gone someone left a package for me. Maybe it was just like that now.
I got up, deciding to take a chance and went to the door, first looking out the keyhole for a sign of anyone but from what I could tell there was no one outside, so I opened the door ajar to get a better look. Still no one. I looked down and saw a small flashdrive, with a string tied around it holding a card in place. I picked the flashdrive off the ground and looked at the card.
'Happy 12th Year Anniversary'
"'Anni...versary'?", I questioned and furrowed my eyebrows. Today was July 2nd. What could have happened twelve years ago-
My eyes widened as I looked at the flashdrive. Did this have to do with my dissapearance. If so did I really want to see it? I looked right and left of the hall before comming back into my own room and closing the door before I went to sit on my bed, staring at the small computer device in my hand.
I glanced at the door and thought for a bit before grabbing my laptop. Might as well see what was on this thing, so I pluged it in and all I could do was hope that it is'nt some sort of virus.
There was only one file on it named, 'killer?'. I'm not too sure what to make of this but I'll watch it anyway. It might have been important to everything that was going on.
What I saw caught me by surprise. I saw myself, when I was ten and wore my hair in pigtails. It took me a moment to realise that this was from twelve years ago, on that July. Aparently Michael had brought a camera with him for some reason. Well, aparently we were looking for small animals or something so I'm guessing Michael wanted to tape it or something. For a couple minutes it was just plain dull, but the moment I noticed video tearing my attention was full.
Michael and the ten year old me had then noticed, 'Him'. He was just standing there, watching. Me and Michael took our eyes off him for a second but looking towards him again he was right in front of them before there was more tearing, along with a high pitched shriek which was either me Michael but distorted.
I'm not sure how much time had passed on the footage but when the tearing was gone it showed me and Michael silently sitting in the basement of the cabin. There was some paper in Michael's hand and he briefly glanced at it before throwing it to the ground. A brief message showed up on the screen and I had to rewind and pause it to catch what it said.
'THE MOST USEFULL GET'S OUT ON GOOD BEHAVIOUR'
After reading the creepy comment I continued watching the video. The scenes would be very brief, seperated by visual tearing. Once or twice it would just be me and Michael sitting against a wall, talking though what about is uncertain as there was no sound at this point. Other times Michael would be walking around the room, looking like he was yelling at the ceiling and other times doodling on dirt, possibly making up ideas to escape.
I however just sat by the wall, knees to my chin with a faraway look in my eyes whenever Michael was'nt looking at me.
But the next two scenes would haunt me for ages and ages. Eternity.
Michael was facing away from me. You could'nt see what he was doing since the camera was on the ground but he was probably doing something. I was standing up this time, staring at Michael in a trance like state before slowly walking to a tble nearby and grabbing a knife and walking back to original position. Then there was a sharp sound of distortion and tearing and He appeared behind me, his tentacle like appendage on my shoulder before I slowly made my way up to Michael. Michael then turned around and I charged at him.
Then there is another tear.
The final scene showed me sitting down against the wall, rocking back and forth with my arms around myself, staring at a twelve year old's body on the floor, the same knife I was seen with embedded into him. Even though blood could be seen on the ground there was none on me. By the looks of it I'm either screaming or crying.
The video then ended there.
I sat there quietly. Not too sure what to say. I'm not sure whether I'll show this to Jay or not. For now, I'll keep him in the dark about it untill I can think of something.
"See, it is your fault~", I turned my head sharply in the direction of the voice and saw...
"Michael...?", I breathed.
"You got me killed. No. YOU, murdered me", he said, grinning like the chesire cat hopped up on crack.
"N-no! I did'nt...It was Him!", I yelled at Michael. He just tutted.
"Tut, tut, tut. You had the knife your hand, Rebecca. So you must have killed me. And you know what else? You've possibly caused Jessica to die, Alex to die. Maybe even Ti-"
"Shut up you little fucker!", I yelled. Thank God there were'nt too many people in this hotel. "Just shut the fuck up!" I was clutching my hair on either side of my head now.
"...You've lost Rebecca. Why not just give up? Throw in the towel?", Michael shrugged. I narrowed my eyes before I began to give a low chuckle.
"Give in, huh?", my chuckle grew into laughter which got louder. "Well then, bring it on you shit heads! And not just you! I mean YOU, Mr. Tall Man", I cried pointing out the window as if someone was standing there. "You and your fuckers, no...all of you! C'MON, all you fuckers! C'mon you whore shits! Come at me! I'll fucking kill you!"
"Rebecca?"
"That's right, I'll kill you bastards! Especially YOU, tall guy!"
"Rebecca!" I felt a hand on my shouldor and I instantly turned around and saw Jay.
"Oh...Jay. I, um...can explain. I just snapped and...it just sorta...happened".
"Rebecca...are you feeling okay?", Jay asked. He looked very concerned, but also a little scared.
"Y-yeah. Sorry about that", I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck out of embarresment.
"Well, just as long as your fine that's all that matters", Jay sighed before notcing my laptop. "What's this?"
"...I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe later".
The Twitter account has been hacked into, and whoever did it was leaving strange messages, refering to thunder. I had checked the weather forecast earlier on my laptop and there should be some thunder starting aaannnnnyyyy minute now.
BOOM
Ah. There we go.
I'm not sure what we can do but wait to see what happens. Jay is trying to get the Twitter account back, but so far there has'nt been too much luck. Also we've had to move location a couple weeks ago because of some paranoia. I'm not too sure why but I just got this really bad feeling in my gut about tonight. I'm not sure why.
About hours since the storm (that was now over) had started, Jay said,
"Rebecca, I got the Twitter account back!"
"That's good, but...what with that look?", I asked, my eyes narrowed since Jay had a certain look on his face saying something was wrong.
"Someone uploaded a video onto the account again"
"Again?! That's the third time now", I said, frustrated with this. "So what's the video titled this time?"
"It's just, 'entry'", Jay answered. "We might as well watch it". I just nodded and sat next to Jay as he clicked play.
There was'nt anything much at first. It just showed the storm from earlier I'm guessing before looking into a window. My eyes widened when I saw Tim was inside, talking to someone on the phone, unawhere he was being watched. He was'nt there long though as he eventually left the room.
But whoever was holding the camera used this as an opportunity to get inside through the window. The person searched around the room a bit, stealing a bottle of pills in the process before putting the camera on a shelf I think, which revealed the person's identity as Hoodie before he hid as Tim's coughing could be faintly heard, something which actually started to make my heart beat faster in fear.
Tim almost collapse on the bed as he went to the cabinet, possibly to get the pills that had been stolen from Hoodie. He searched through the bowel the pills had been in desperately before falling to the ground, and started to have some sort of seizure I think. After some distortion. He was just sitting there, before he shakilly got up, and started to limp of screen. When he was gone, Hoodie appeared and took the camera.
The last words on the screen were,
'WHERE COULD HE HAVE GONE'
'THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE'
My hands were shaking a little, my fear for Tim's safety at a high level.
"Wh-what do we d-do?", my voice stuttered a little as I asked Jay that question.
"...That had to have been shot a short time ago...", Jay murmured, looking like he was thinking really hard about this. "We have to find Tim".
"Even if you did'nt want to I would", I mumbled, trying to take calming breaths. I then noticed that Jay's eyes lit up in realization.
"I-I think I know where to find Tim!"
"Y-you do?! Where?!" I don't care if Tim considers us over till I, "come to my senses". I fell in love with him and damn me to hell and beyond.
"No time to explain! Rebecca, get the flashlights, and anything else we may need and get the car started and wait for me. I'll drive us there. I have to put this up on the MarbleHornets account!", Jay said as he began to do his thing.
I did'nt waste time in saying a word and grabbed what would be need and stuffed it into my shoulder bag and nearly ran down the flight of stairs.
"Please be okay Tim. For the love of God, please be okay", I mumbled before adding, "and God, please don't let Tim get hurt again".
Date: 08/08/12
Time: 23:17
We saw a video and we think Tim might be in trouble. In it he seemed to regain his limp after failing to get medication stolen by Hoodie.
Jay says he thinks he knows where Tim is, and he better be right. We're going there now as soon as he gets out. I'm already in the car, the ignition on.
The video said something about this being our only chance. Does it mean a chance for Tim to join us?
While I still have time to write this, I can't help but feel that perhaps Masky is a seperate personality of Tim's as he has a limp.
...Wait, does that mean I was technically dating two people at the same time?...
Never mind that! Jay's finally here!
Hopefully we'll find Tim and that this won't be my last entry.
Rebecca Kralie.
Well, I guess you got this chapter earlier then expected XD I just saw Entry #61 this morning so I thought I might as well do the chapter. Also I've put up a new Marble Hornets picture on my Deviant account, 'What We Had Together, for Seven Months'. Well, we'll have to wait for the next update for the next chapter.