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I’m sorry Alex, I’m truly fucking sorry for starters.
It’s my fault for bringing you into the forest. I wasn’t thinking properly and I’d forgotten…


I thought it would have been a safe thing for once. My stupid reasoning was that it was a bright blue, cloudless day. I thought only the rain brought bad. Boy was I wrong. And god damn it, I hadn’t expected that.


Oh Alex… Still a writer at heart. I’m sure it took you a good few days to write out everything, shifting through info you thought was needed to be known, and what to /hide/ from everyone else. But that’s okay, I was there and I know what happened already so that’s all that I care about.


I guess since I’m checkin’ in, I might as well explain myself. Again, sorry Alex. Also, it’s been exactly… 11 days now.


Should start with before I left:


Ocotober 28th:
I left to Orlando, Florida. Alex was under house arrest, and though I should have stayed back and clung to her and taken care of her like the sick puppy I can be when it comes to her, I didn’t. I’m not cowardly or anything of the one we saw back there though, I had these tickets and god knows my dad would murder me for him spending money just for me not to go.


And so I went. God knows I regret it though.
He was there.
I’d sat alone in the Monster Café after going through most of the attractions that Halloween Horror Nights had to offer. I’d made sure to stop by Poe’s, and now I was in the very empty Monster Café, most people were already leaving or had already eaten. I’d gotten one of those henna tattoos (Whatever they’re called) of a symbol I’d seen reoccurring in my dreams. The symbol looked cool and familiar, so I thought, “Why not?”


I hadn’t been scared in any of the attractions. After all, I knew they weren’t allowed to even touch you, so what’s to fear? But now, as I sat alone, I felt alert. The hairs on my neck were standing up. I was already sweaty from going around the whole park. In the doorway, for only a moment in time, he stood there.


I screamed. He was gone.


I ran out of that park faster than you could say “Crap.”


October 29th.


I got back from my trip safely. It was Saturday, but I wasn’t allowed to visit Alex. Her parents probably hated me by now. God knows I was glared at the whole time she was getting stitches. Alright, the point is, by now I’d been thinking. Hadn’t slept a wink. But eventually, the events caught up with me and I had to take a nap.


I dreamed. I remembered said dream for once…


I was a little girl, back home. No, not Florida. I was home, home.  Where Gwen and I used to live. There was a swing set and a tree house. It was a backyard I think. A girl (I think this was Gwen) and I were playing back there with beanie baby dolls. A thin, tall humanoid shadow was watching us the whole time. One of the dolls, mine which was more worn out, broke after some rough playing.  I cried. Gwen cried.


Finally, when I got the fuck over it, ran off and came back with a small gardening shovel. My dream self said something, though I didn’t hear it. Instead, the dream continued with little Chelle conducting a funeral for the beanie baby.  She specifically buried it under the tree with the treehouse, Gwen watching.


Afterwards, they ran inside, all smiles and giggles to play another game.


The dream ends there. I woke up, with only one thing on my mind:


Leave now.


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And so, I left. All the way to home, without telling anyone.  And now that beanie baby is in my possession again.  It has the same symbol on the back as my henna tattoo that’s slowly fading now, abet faded and covered in dirt..


Don’t look for me Alex. I’ll come home soon and tell you everything in time.
Don’t go out alone, don’t go near any woods or trees if you can, stay indoors on rainy days, and please…. Be safe, Ally.


I love you so much Al. Please take care.


P.S: If Gilbert’s still alive, have your sis come to my house and feed him please. Have her feed Bella too. Leave some tuna by the crappy grave marker I made.


-Chelle

Feverish

My ankle is finally down to normal, should have mentioned that the other day. I'm not in school today, nor did I go yesterday cause I came down with a horrible fever. Like, really bad, I'm sure it compares to a bad acid trip even though I've never done drugs before. 


At one point, I was throwing my stuffed animals at the window, because I thought something or Sarah was out to get me. Which is strange, since I never really talked to her in school, nor did see her before she went missing. I'm staring out my window now, still feeling the effects of this fucking fever since I haven't taken anything to make it go down today... Hahaha, hello person in the window. Say hello.

Bella doesn't look happy and neither does Gilbert, who's trying to hide behind the castle in his bowl. I think I'm just gonna go back to sleep before I see worse waking nightmare hallucinations. Fucking fever...

-Chelle

Where has she gone?

I want to be happy and cheerful and stuff about Gwen and Chelle actually finding each other after all this time, but I'm really freaking out. Some people we knew from church called my mother around ten this morning and she went out to have lunch and some grown-up talk with them. My brother went with her and my dad stayed at home so I didn't think anything about it. But I was outside a few minutes ago, playing with B.B, and they came in and something's wrong. The whole neighborhood is freaking out because they found--


Fuck, fuck, fuck, some severed arm, thing, I don't know what and they want to run it through DNA but because Sarah's been missing for a while they're sure it's hers and they don't have any leads or any clues and it's almost like someone planted the fucking thing because it was right in front of our school. Why would anyone do that? She was just a kid, what the fuck happened.


Officials were called and my mother said all her friends are trying to tell everyone to be careful. But be careful of what? I'm scared even though nothing can really happen and they're trying to keep it from going viral for some reason but people are just terrified. I couldn't tell B.B what happened, but when she saw me freaking out, I think went on to ask. If she did, hope they didn't tell her. Oh God, I really hope they didn't. Or that she finds this post. I really shouldn't say or write anything but if I don't--I don't know what I'll do.


I'm panicking for no reason, I didn't even know the girl. But it's terrifying. My brother brushed it off and said the chances of anything happening to us or anyone we're close to are low, but why does he have to act like that? As if ignoring things will be any better.


I don't know if Chelle heard or not. I have to call her and ask her, and tell her I can't go to the library today because my mother's been freaking out since she got back. She's so emotionally this whole thing must scare her so much.


I do hope that through all this, I'll still find a way to celebrate Chelle's birthday. She deserves that, at least. We dont turn eighteen every day.


There...just needed to freak out a little.


-Alex