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Dreams

Can they infiltrated dreams as well? I don't put it pass them, most of my dreams ( if you can called it that) has been about that little girl. What is she? Who is she? What does it have to do with me? Some could be my imagination, others seem to be more graphic in nature. Like the torture they been doing to her. There's one particular dream that deserve mention, it relates to Candle Cove.

In that dream, she represented one of the lost children or more specific the fallen avatars. The show had these two characters, Janice and David, who represent the good and the bad avatars of the cove, who, if I recalled correctly, where called by the cove. But they weren't the only ones, none have succeed on gaining the treasure. I'm getting off-topic.

That girl was forever trapped in the cove since she failed the trials. The weird thing about the fallen avatars is that they are forever trapped in bliss. Always playing, always happy, but weirdly enough they were crying. They are laughing, but having the tears of sadness in their eyes. I felt bad for her. I woke up crying.

Can't really sleep anymore, I miss that. When your dreams are the only comfort of real life, oh well. Have a happy new year. I hope my next year would be better.

what happenned two weeks ago.

Sorry I haven't update if my plan worked or not. I been having trouble sleeping. When I do sleep, I wish I haven't. These devilish images, all revolving around that little girl. Not all of them are monstrous, some were actually pleasant. Like I was her dad or big brother, having fun and games. D does appeared, but he is just watching us. Like a creepy guardian. Ha, I'm talking D as a guardian. Yeah, right. Speaking of D.

Two weeks ago, I set up a kind of a double date with the woman, one of the children, Dante and Jane. Jane is Dante's girlfriend. I wanted to see, if it was my paranoia that confuses Dante for D. I know, I'm like a broken record. It just. I don't know. Why did I betrayed her trust?

I met her in a restaurant in the city. She dressed up, even though her paranoia and constant alert was still there. We were having a good time. Hell, it felt like a real date. We barely mentioned our little problem. Just two normal folks in a restaurant. Time pass by. I couldn't believe she never asked why we were in a table for four. I should have said something. That's when Dante and Jane arrived. Jane apologizes for their lateness.

My "date" look at them. She froze. She was staring at Dante. I could feel her fear. She looked at me. She was looked at me, as if I betrayed her. I know, it sounds like an overreaction. You have to understand she was facing the doppelganger for our devil. Dante was a bit confused.  He tried to say hello, my date snapped.

"No. No. I knew this was too good to be true. You aren't taking me yet. No. I was careful." She said, almost pleading to Dante. Who is very bamboozled by now. She started to cry. Cat caught my tongue, I didn't know what to do. What to say. She ran off, shocking everyone. Dante said something sarcastic, that prompt Jane to shut him up. I apologizes to them and went after her. I looked around, I couldn't find her. I was then bump by a guy with a white hoodie, I murmur jerk. The guy stop for a second, but went on his merry way.

I went back to the restaurant. I made up a story for what happened. I said she was suffering from PTSD, and I left it like that. I hope she read this. I'm sorry. I hope you are fine. Bless return my messages. I will explained. Please.

Can't sleep. My dreams are screaming at the top of my head. The images had been infected me since the first time I saw Dante. When I saw it and the girl. I will post my plan I had last week soon, it did go horribly and I'm sorry. No. I regret doing it. My apologize to her.

Real clever. Nice crappy video, dumb fucking prick.

U Human and Your InHUMANity

Worse type of scum

This is going to be short and sweet. I hate people that molest, rape, hurt and kill children. They are the worse type of scum. I was reading the news just now. My condolences to all the parents of those children that perished  on that horrific massacre in Newtown, Connecticut and fuck that asshole that caused it. I hope he suffers in the afterlife. Hell, I wish Legion takes his body and torture his soul for eternity. He is the worst type of scum. A man less than the shit we used to fertilizes. A cockroach, no, a bacteria is a better man than that asshole. I can't fathom the suffering those families have.. No one is prepare for that. They had dreams and admiration, they just barely started life, then a fucking lunatic takes that away. Sometimes, humans are the true monsters. Fuck you, Mr. Lanza and hope you would be forgotten forever.



Rest in Peace, all those children.

update #9

I will finally figured out if D and Dante are the same person My plan is most likely asinine  and can make her hate me and never help me again. I don't care, I must try it.

P.S. I extent the invitation to you, as well. I know you are watching. Come it will be a very family date.

Drinks with "D" suspect

I was nervous. I didn't know what to expect. Why did I agreed to meet with him? I know he is an exact copy of D. The face and voice that Legion uses for me. The nightmare man, the one who haunted me for, I don't even know how long. He is the one that have caused countless tragedies for me and others. This is the face that wish I could torture. The face that I want to choke until his last breath is taken. I prepared myself not to choke Dante, no matter how he looks like. Or even if he deserved it. He is still innocent before proven guilty.

I met him in the city, Saturday. On the phone, he said he wanted to talk about Candle Cove. Last time, I saw him. He thought my problems were fake. An incredible fable and he wanted to write it as a movie. Bizarre guy, really.

I went to the bar. He was with a friend. If I'm not mistaken, his name is Isaac. He looks about the same age as Dante. Nice guy, really. Dante explained to him, who I was. Isaac said, "Don't take him serious. He could be..." "Hey." Dante interrupted him. "Just saying." Isaac replied. I was amused. No. I started to smirk. I haven't smile in a while.  Hmmm, I know I'm twice their age, but I felt both of them were really nice guys. Even though Dante is a character, but trustworthy.

I felt safe. So I decided to drink, enjoy myself. We talked about Candle Cove. This time, not in a bad way. They didn't know about the dangers or the abominations. So I didn't feel right, talking about it in a negative light. Hell, this show disappeared from the masses. Almost no concrete information about it exist.

Dante said it reminds him of old show about pirates, but he said it wasn't Candle Cove. Something black waters, but he mentioned that Candle Cove feels a bit adult in some parts. He then said that what makes a good show. He asked me about Brandon, I forgot I mentioned his name the last time I saw him.

 I only mentioned he was a childhood friend that I lose recently. Dante looked at me, curiously. He mentioned, "How you mentioned that name last time. Is like you are blaming me for it?" I stopped. I was thinking.

"Should I tell him? Should talked about his doppelganger."

My mind was racing to think of an answer.

"Should I lie?"

Dante laughs.

"Don't worry, man. I would blame everyone, if one of my good friends die." 

I was relief. He order a three shots. He then said, "Isaac is buying." Dante smiles. We toast for our friends, living or dead. Then something happened. I could hear something in the back of my mind. I could hear a lullaby, I was looking around if it was the radio. Why would a bar play a lullaby? Dante and Isaac looked at me.

Who was playing that lullaby?

I asked if they can hear it. Dante replied, "I know. This song is pretty fucking awful." They couldn't hear it. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I could still hear it. No, it was changing. I was washing my face trying to calm down. I looked in the mirror. I saw D behind me. He smiled. I looked behind me, he wasn't there. I looked back at the mirror. I saw that desert again. I could hear gunshots. I could hear children laughing. They are mocking me. Calling me, names.

Is D really Dante? No, how could he changed clothes and hair lengths in a span of a minute. I keep looking at the battlefield playing in the mirror. I could hear loud bangs. Thump, thump, thump. I didn't know what's going on? I closed my eyes. In that darkness, I saw it. My imaginary friend. This time surrounded by children. This children looked like.

It couldn't be. Their feet, they looked like roots. As if they are trees. I opened my eyes to find a message in the mirror.

"Soon."

Soon? Soon for what? I heard the thumps. It was the bathroom door. How long was I out? I opened it, it was Isaac. He asked, if I was okay. You were there for an hour.

An hour? How? I said, I was fine. He also said, that Dante left. Something to do with his girlfriend. I apologized for freak them out. After one more drink with Isaac, I went home. I found in my kitchen table a shoe box. I walked slowly towards it.

There they go again.

I opened it. It was burn photographs and documents. I didn't understand. I check the button of box. It said.

"R apocryphal vita."

Huh?  I need to rest, after that. I didn't know how to post this, well, post. I think I need to contact her again. Hmm, I got an idea.

update #8

I just received a call from Dante, the one that looks like D and the accountant. He said he wanted to talk, so I set up a meeting with him this weekend. Hopefully, he won't be a douchebag like last time. I doubt, I will get any answers from him.

What? Did I pinch a nerve? You guys are something. You truly are. Hmm, I have a purpose. No, you willed me to have an unknown purpose. Fantastic. Which all your scare tactics, all of that was for me to have a purpose in life. Ha ha ha, I have one. It's to put you down like a rabid dog. Thank you for showing me that there's worse things than mankind itself. We are going to unite and stop you all. I will find more of us, the filth as you call us. We will stop you, we will finish you. We will erase every single thing you ever did. That is my purpose in life and I thank you for it.


PS. Thank you for telling me, you are in my home state. Tell the world, I don't care. I accept you all are douchebags.

We are one of many. We have different names through the ages and spaces. We prefer our name Legion. Wearen'tthatspecial. BUT WE ARE WHAT YOU NEED. EVERYTHING HAVE  A PURPOSE. our promise still stands, you need to cry. BECOME HUMAN. continuewewilllovethat. YOU ArE FiLTH, YeS YoU ArE. you and her and the other remaining are a corruption, but we will give you purpose. SoOn YoU WiLl LeArN YoUrs. This message is for you and the other living ones. YOUR INAPPROPIATE NAME OF CHILDREN OF THE COVE.

YOU AREN'T.

YOU WILL NEVER WILL BE.

YOU ARE A DISEASE

LEARN

ACCEPT

it isn't our fault that you are. it isn't yours. the game will soon commence. this is a prelude, sadly. you aren't going to be a major player. when it begins, you will be forgotten.

YOUR SHOUTS BECOMING WHISPERS.

REALIZE IT, beforeyourultimatumarrives.

See You Soon.

Random Thoughts

They are all talk, nothing happened to me. Well, let me guess, they are going to bullshit me all the way. I don't care, really. I don't.  I know they read this blog constantly, all that cosmic knowledge just to torture us. Truly pathetic. 

 In all of mythology and religion, we have to worship some deity. Of course, if we don't. We get punished for all eternity. We must followed their views, their system, no lay-way for us. We have the option to do wrong, but it's a falsely choice. They will punish us. If we do good, we become their eternal slave. Or they will give a task for us to do, some can even involve killing your own brother for the good of mankind.

If they were so omnipotent, why don't they fucking do the work themselves. Why do we have to follow their every whim? Why? So we could become their willing slave for a false hope of salvation? No, they are only monster and I shouldn't think of them as Gods. There's only one God for me and he/she it's in my heart.

Give it your best shot. Fucking pricks. Why didn't you come over for thanksgiving dinner? I would have showed you a very good time. We would have a nice dinner. Then, I would have showed you my cutting skills, slicing you ever so slowly and preserving the moment of pain that I would enjoy watching. Now, fuck off and let me enjoy my fucking holiday.

Happy Thanksgiving, Butterfly Net!!!!!

Slowly, so slow, why are you so slow? We are giving you the answers you need, maybe not. We like you, even though you are rotten. Your EXISTENCE TAINTS EVERYTHING, but your purpose will come to fruition soon enough, don't be scared. We may not end up killing you, hmmmm,

maybe it would be funner to have a good vegetable, or u s a vgtbl. LoL, I know, right. Stupid Us. We could BE BF, NoNoNOJIOONONONONONONONO, you suck, we don't want you. Only if you haven't become a net. We would have been friends, even though we are not the same.

You could oe of thse crasy cultist, that worship us, or the other ITS, we dont tlked abut the othe ITS. They are plenty, thsi

universe is so fanstastic, multiple its even better looking, heck we believe we could branch out. SELL OUT, nah. ruins the funs of the other versions of us.

This message is for you and for the other, and maybe the pretty humans, not like you. disgusting beast,, sorry,,, we likedddbbbeasts. I hate werieting this, hacking and doing and knowing your bassmord.

TOO MANY US THAT OCCUPY ON SINGLE HIVE< THINKING BECOMES> IRRELVANT. Spelling sometimes goes to south, I prefer to be in the realm with the one body. Easier on my thoughts, our thoughts. What can we do? Except, wish you a happy turkey ( DEATH TO THE OTHER THAT DON"T LOOKED LIKE US DAY) (((, was that black friday?))) day.

No matter, BOO HOO<> PEOPLE DIE. Wait, maybe find your self a pretty lady. That woman was pretty, SHE WAS SMOKIN', no make up and still looks exquisite.

YOU ARE A PIG, wait, you callliing ourself a pig. This nam deen ot teg dial, H

HE IS a widow after all.

Good Night

or

Good Day

Good midnight>

Good evening

Good Indian Death Day, silly humans and their silly racism.

PS. Stop crying.

PSSS. It's really annoying.

PPPPSSSSS. You know what, a real man don't hide their tears. Go and give yourself a good cry.

PPPPPPPSSSSS::::: Forgot, you need a purpose to cry, even though your hearts of heart of the hearts of that single heart tha tbeats like a annoying fly that we should squeexed.

As a gift for the holidays, we will make you remember one detail, so you have a purpose to cry.


STUPID CRYBABY, CANT BELIEVE SOLDIERS THIS DAYS.

that's a cliche.


PEaCe and luv and DeSTRUCTION with A CUP OF HATE

Meeting

Poor woman, all that grief they have cause her. I thought I was the worse of them all. I met her in a cafe, I figured a crowded and public place would be safer.  I only waited for about five minutes before she showed up. I'm guessing she was waiting for me and was checking the area, if it was safe.

  She wasn't dress up, no make-up, her hair was unkempt, but she was still attractive. She seem paranoid and erratic. She checked her surroundings every second, never making eye contact with me. Can I blame her? Everything I have experiences, I should be more paranoid. Well, I think I'm used to the battlefield. Regardless of the weapons of choice, this is war. I'm looking at one of the soldiers of my side.

After she felt safe, wrong choice of words. When she felt prepared for an exit strategy, she asked me, if we had met before? I thought for a second, all my decades of life, thinking all those faces I had seen in my entire life. I couldn't picture her face, but I felt familiar. I responded, no. She looked disappointed. She said, "Are you sure?" I nodded. In my heart of hearts, I wasn't. I just didn't want, actually I didn't know why I did that.

I asked, "How or why did you contact me? Why risk it?"I know, strong words from a desperate man. She replied, "I felt lonely." I was taken back. She continued, " I had this feeling, that I needed to meet you. You can call it false hope, but... I don't know. We need to fight them, you have experience what they could do. You wrote it. " I was amused, I finally met someone that knows about the blog.

She continued, "I can trust you. You are the same as me, we are rejects." I was confused by that, a reject. Why? I asked her to elaborated, she answer. "You don't know. We, as you called us, the children of the cove. They find us disgusting, they want us out." I was thinking, I find that hilarious. They find us disgusting, ha. Faceless freak of nature, yeah, real attractive.  I said, "disgusting? They are disgusted by us. HAHAHAA, so why don't they just kill us? They clearly don't want us around."

"They could, yes. But they valued life, they know each of us have a purpose to fulfill. They can't finish us off until that it's settled."  "So, they don't like to waste anything. That's great. They are hoarders, hahahaha." "That's not funny." I asked, "It's not that. Is just, how do you know this?"

She was eerily quiet. I asked again, "How do you know this?" She stared at me, for the first time in our conversation. "They or rather he told me." "Who? Tell me." "You know who." "D?"
"Who's D?" "One of them, he looks either Latino or middle eastern or European, Idon't know, he is like 5'11 or something, unkempt long hair and he looks young." "Oh, him. No, it wasn't him. It was something worse."

"Who then?"

"The doctor."

"Doctor M?"

"Yes."

"That can't be. How can he be worse than Legion?"  She answered, "Intuition. I always feel more uncomfortable meeting with him than Legion and the Thin, Faceless abomination." I asked, "Why?" "Because he knows too much." "He is human." "Precisely, my point. Legion, no mater how monstrous their actions seem, at least they don't want anything else other than us. The doctor could have a secret agenda. I thought since you mention meeting him, you feel the same way."

"You are jumping to conclusions. I came here. Not for the doctor, but to find a way to stop Legion." She answered, "They know the outcome. They have seen our ends and our beginnings, they erased our precious moments. They want to erase us." "How's that worse than the doctor?" "It's clear what they want,  but they are capitalizing on our defunct state. Regardless, we still fit a puzzle that must be completed. Before you asked, I was the one that figured it out. Adding one and one together. Candle Cove, it's nothing but poison and we are already in our lethal dosage."

She looked around and becomes shocked at something. Her phone vibrates, clearly a text message. She looked pale. I asked, "What's wrong?" She answer, " I must go. Don't worry, we will meet again. " She left. I looked behind me, I saw a dark silhouette walking towards the bathrooms. I started to hear children laughter. I was thinking, no. Please, not again. I started to sweat, I was thinking. Is this meant for me or for her? She left in a hurried after that text.

 I muster my strength and bolted out of there. I took a cab back to my place, I was sweating all over. I locked myself in. Now, I realized that I forgot to asked her about her dreams and those beats. Oh, well. Hopefully, there's a next time. We are disgusting to them. That's the most hilarious statement I ever heard and I'm poisoned. HAHAHAHAHAHHha.

How? Why?  I must relax, must maintained composure. Not lose my cool.  Hopefully, I don't dream about that girl again. That would complete my circle of failure. HAhHAHHAHa, see what I did there/ It's a reference. Okay, okay. Relax. Alright, I'm cool.

update #7

I've been in contacted with the other person that knows about the show. She been experiencing dreams, she wasn't specific on the details. The only factors I recognizes are our imaginary friend and Legion, which she knows by that name as well. She didn't mentioned D, but must likely he may have used a different name or initials. She mentioned that she's an insomniac, I figure thanks to them. She added that she can't go to sleep because these beats that she keeps hearing. Apparently she had them since childhood. We set up a meeting on Sunday. Even which all the impending danger, I'm pretty excited.

Nature

Nature is truly the most destructive force out there. No matter how we have advanced in technology, nature will always find a way. The hurricane or super storm  got me thinking these past couple of days. Maybe Legion and my imaginary friend are forces of nature. They appeared and death follows. No feasible way to stop them. I believe I'm not the only one in this struggle against them. I also believe they have been doing this since the dawn of time or close to it. That last statement is just speculation, but their nature. It seems quite old. How can they live so long?

My meetings with them have most of the time been in woods or the cove. Hmm, Candle Cove is about finding the treasure of the cove. The show in itself, is not paranormal. Let me rephrase that. It was created by man, not by any monsters or abominations. But both are related somehow. If I never watched that show, would I ever encounter them? I believe not. I don't know that for sure, maybe they would have treated me different.

I still having nightmares about that little girl. My imaginations is quite macabre. I have visions of her been tortured by my imaginary friend. Using its tentacles to slowly corrupt her. The funny thing, she never was scared, nor did she cry from the pain. She was mellow, I could even say this is normal for her. Thank God, it's just a dream. I can't possibly imagine, what  they are actually doing to her. She maybe even part of Legion. Could she? All Legion "members" I have seen, have been young adults to older, never any children. What do I know about their "hierarchy", maybe the little girl is the boss of them all. They only showing me her, just to fuck with me. I just don't know. Hmm, at least I have found another that seen the show. I may contacted her soon.  Hopefully, I will get that missing piece I need to complete the puzzle, that has become my life.

Update #6

Sitting in the middle of the hurricane, right now. Still have energy. I'm just posting this, for many people out there right now in the middle of the catastrophe. Keep yourself safe and for the man and woman that are working through this disaster, thank you and please be safe. I'm going to sleep. At least, Legion are not being assholes. So keep safe everyone. Also, its an opportunity to meet your neighbors, you know, chaos usually brings people together. So help each other. Good night and stay safe.

My second day in the desert

Heat, paranoia, the incoming danger that follows when you are behind enemy lines. My squad was deployed in the middle of nowhere which the knowledge of any time they will attacked. Setting up our positions, hiding, keeping for the most time radio silence. That feeling of dread, each time I remember it. It pierces through me, eating away my false sense of security.

We were all trained by the best of the best. But that's training, this is real. Any mistakes, any sneeze, even a murmur can compromises the mission. All I had will we waited for a single mistake from their part, was that jingle. The jingle I memorized as a kid. The Candle Cove jingle, it soothed me in that desert wasteland. It keep me focus, it keep me safe. As if I was watched by a guardian angel. Now that I reminisces, it wasn't an angel that was guarding me. It was that thing from my childhood. My imaginary friend, the faceless one, ha, ha,ha. I need to find a better name for it, if even it has one. I feel sorry for all its victims. Past, present and future.

No way out. Feels different when you know, you are no longer on the top of the food chain. Even though, I don't know if it eats. Getting off track here. It was a waiting game. I could hear that tick tock in my head. Slow and loud tick tock. Tick Tock. Then a boom.  They knew. They used a RPG. Crap. Fuck. That's all I could think of. One of our sharpshooters shoot. Head shot. I started to give support fire. All routine for a war zone.

Everything becomes a blur. Only pure instincts follows. Oh, no. I remember something. He and a girl was there. D and that little girl. It looked that they were playing. D was more like a older brother to the little girl. The girl was dancing in a joyful manner. They both were having fun.  I only got a glimpse of them, but it had to be burn in my memories. Why they were there? I know, I talked to D before. In that bar and I seen him in my childhood. I see no reason why he was there?

D can't be that accountant, unless he's a vampire or something. I did my research about Dante. He checks out. He has a past, he had parents and have a brother. That's normal. Dante could looked like D, but he isn't. He is just a red herring.

The end of my second day in that desert, we won. We lived. None of us could hurt. Only for that glimpse, nothing out of the normal. I don't know, maybe it's a detail somewhere deeper in my past or more into the events in my desert that holds answer.  My squad died, that's what Brandon said. Or more specific, I said in one of our past, I don't know what else to called it, incarnations of our sessions. Maybe, just maybe.

My first day in the desert

I'm in a temporary leave from work. I wasn't fired, I'm coming back next week. They said, I needed a vacation. Since I was looking stress out, especially having those two other incidents. Well, it's for my health, I guess. Sitting alone in this big place, I started thinking about my past. My first day of being deployed.

 I remembered the feeling of being stuck in that plane. Feeling the heat inside that hunk of metal. Sweating, feeling uncomfortable. Knowing that I'm no longer home, the feeling of being miles and miles away. Thinking of what I left behind, I remember thinking about a girl, I used to date. What would I say when I come back. If I come back, would I be the same person she fall in love with? Small things are always precious, sometimes we just take it for granted.

Then that uneasy feeling when you know after  you get out of that plane, you are walking into, simply  putting it, hell. At least, the training teaches you to hold your emotion in check. But that uneasy feeling it almost hard to shake it off. It always buzzes in the back of your head. I meet up with my CO, to have our orders.

I felted relief when I found out, we are only setting camp that day. No insurrections today. No storming a village, just setting up. Which it's weird really, but I prefer not to question it. I started to talked to the other fellow members of my squad. Knowing their ambitions, their desires. We talked all day.

Nice group of fellows, some maybe out of their minds, but still reliable. Hmm, is like we slowly become this weird, demented family. I talked about Candle Cove to them. Of course, they never heard of it. I explained to them, how is about pirates trying to capture inspiration. They thought that was a cool concept, that I should write it. Since they don't believe it truly existed. Now that  I think about it, my recollection of people remembering Candle Cove was either in my childhood and now. At least, if I remembered correctly.

The next day was a different story. My first mission or my first real orders. I don't know if I should even mentioned it. Maybe another day. I will say one thing though, the night sky in the desert, it's one of the most beautiful thing you could ever see. Hmm, nirvana if it wasn't for the heat.

The Accountant

As I mentioned before I went to the accountant's office the other day. It's a big office, countless accountants, but I went to see a specific one. A new boy in  town, so to speak. His name is Dante Espinoza. I'm been told that he is a genius with numbers and predictions. So, I went in there all business. Until I enter the office and I saw him. It was D. Funny. D stands for Dante, very clever there. Ha, ha, ha.  I was shocked or flabbergasted, but I maintained my cool. We shake hands and I sat down. Gave him the papers that he needed. For work, of course.

It's weird. I didn't feel the same feeling, nothing paranormal. The air was normal. The only physical differences between the two was their hair. D had longer and unkempt hair, he had a professional medium hair, but they were both brown. His voice is identical. He has to be him. I was about to asked him about Candle Cove, but his phone rang. It was his girlfriend Jane or something, it took him an hour on the phone until he remember I was there. They (D and Dante) are both impolite pricks. If I was a detective, I would have snatch him, right there and then.

He didn't apologize for wasting my time. So I asked about Candle Cove to him. He denied it. I asked about Brandon Morris, he said he doesn't know who he is.  I tried to maintain my cool. This person is the exact doppelganger of my childhood boogeyman. I deserve an Oscar for my performance of maintaining my cool. I asked anything I could had ask to him. He didn't know jack. Either he is a lookalike and it's just another red herring or he is a very good actor.

He asked me to leave because I was creeping him out. I asked him about the faceless one, my imaginary friend. He looked at me. This was it, an answer. He said, "What are you on? Really, you have an amazing imagination. I want some. Fuck, this place it's boring as shit. An escape from this machine. That is what I want." I was dumbfounded, he continued talking about bullshit. In my mind, I just wanted to punch him. choke him, something to just make him shut the fuck up.

I decide this wasn't leading me anywhere.  So I abruptly ended our asinine conversation, he said to give him a call. So we can talk ideas, great because he believe we could make it into a movie or a series. My life into a movie. That would be the day. I  got out of the building. taking in the toxic city air. Looking at the busy city life, I looked at the other side of the street. I saw it. My imaginary friend was there. People walking pass it, as if he was just thin air. I needed to reach him/

 I ran through the traffic, I almost got hit by a car. I reach near it, he vanish in a blink of an eye. How? He was right in front of me.  I looked back at the building where the office was. I looked straight and then I looked up. I saw it again with a little girl on top of the building. The little girl was walking toward the edge. Oh, my god. I started screaming to someone to look up.

Someone have to save that girl. No one answer, they all looked at me as I was crazy.  A policeman stop me, I was pointing up at them. He said he doesn't see anything. I looked up again. They weren't there. I looked at the police officer, his face became D's. He was smiling. He said "Is that what you want for your daughter?" I started to cry and I scream and insulted him. Lucky me, it was a real policeman, after all. The policeman put me into custody, for a day. Obstruction and insulting an officer.. Ha. It's all a game. In that cell, it got me thinking about my past. I said before,  maybe the answers lies in my past. I have no where else to dig.

update #5

I just got back home from custody. Yippe, I got a court date. I'm tired as fuck. The accountant. No, he can't be. They looked the same, talked the same. Hell, they have that stupid cocky, but irritating attitude. Who was that little girl I saw in the rooftops? Why did it showed up as well?  I just don't know anymore.

Update #4

I've asked my coworkers, if I have gone out or done something weird during my blackouts? Of course, I omitted the word "blackouts" and I didn't mentioned the incident that happened with my other co-worker. Even though, they know already. They said I haven't done anything out of the normal, that I been just sitting on my desk doing work. The only surprising thing was that I was humming a beat. Now I believe my blackouts aren't related to them and could be only my stress and paranoia. Well, I'm going to the company's accountant tomorrow. So far, everything is mundane and normal.

Blackouts

I've been suffering blackouts during work lately. I believe is my research, which only leads me into dead bodies or missing people, mostly inconclusive stuff, have been taken a toll on my sanity. Seeing faces that aren't there. Hearing entire conversations that wasn't spoken.  Hell, I remembered one event that happened last week during work.

I was chit-chatting with one of my co-workers. Everything was normal until she started talking about Candle Cove. I was intrigued, I said to myself I finally found one of the children.  She mentioned an episode that had no plot, only screaming. I never heard of that episode before. Just about I was going to ask about it. She continued talking about how it felt that the actors and puppeteers where dying or going insane. I was thinking to myself if that was why the show mysteriously disappeared. I asked when did she saw it.

She looked at me as if I was talking Chinese. I asked the same question with different wording and still not a response. I got agitated and ask again. She freak out and said she doesn't know what I was asking about. I said, you just mentioned it. She denied it. I  snapped at her, which it was a mistake.

She slapped me in the face and left. I was called to my boss' office. He was a bit disappointed at my lashing out, I thought I was going to be lay off. He let me go with a warning. I went to her, to apologizes.  She said to me, watch yourself. I nodded to her. I walked back in my office. I heard something.  I heard laughter in the back of my head. It was D's laugh. It's that what they want, to jeopardize my work life. Fucking smooth

Slips from Reality

The intense days of research have demerit my normal life, each time I go to work, I can't stop thinking of Candle Cove , D and Legion.  I feel that they are watching and mocking me in that little corner of my eye. I haven't seen any activity, that I know of, from them. As if they are patiently waiting for God knows what. Sometimes I could hear them in my coworkers' voices, I'm maybe becoming paranoid. Who could blame me? Sometimes I could see those woods in my office space, they looked like a shadow or an imprint in my eyes and if I concentrate hard enough I could hear this beats.

Actually, all my life I could hear those beats. It never bother me until now. They couldn't be connected. There's no way. The only incident that has really happened was this weird email, it could be a cypher. But it's incomprehensible, as if it was translating to English from something else. I can't copy and paste it. I can't find the original source or translated to other languages. Nor is it binary. My entire life now is just frustrating.

Even the news doesn't help me cope. Another child missing by mysterious circumstances, the father's body found in a black bag mutilated in some woods near the area, which the mother disappearing a little later after finding her husband body or how about that grinning man, the serial killer, who returned to killed the survivors of his last attack. Or a warning by an organization about an unknown creature that is affecting the rural areas, who is completely unrelated to the black bag incident. The world is going to shit.

What kind of God created these beings or this bizarre circumstances that victims have to go through? We all live in a foxhole waiting for that small chance to survive.

What I know so far.

One of the things that have been bothering me, is the day my troops died. I know that Brandon knew about it. I must have told him in one of those sessions that they erased. Why don't I remember? They have the most terrible power of them all, they can erase memories. There's a saying. A man is the sum of his memories. The events, relationships, incidents and actions we used to do, define who we are now. It make us grow. We learned from past mistakes. How can I stop them?

I research a bit about the word "Legion". I know I have heard the name, when I used to go to  church as a kid. Most of the gospel details a possession in a  place called Gadara which is now called Umm Qais in Jordan. Jesus asked the possess man: "Why is thy name?" the possessed man answer "My name is Legion: for we are many" Then Jesus exorcised the man, then pukes the demons out.

Having meeting them, I haven't see them possessed anyone. I believe they enjoyed watching us and getting their hands dirty. They don't look like demons either. D, looks like a young male adult, he is a bit tan. I have a distinct feeling that he is not the leader. His feature are human. The other members have similar human characteristics, but some looks rotten. Like their bodies are dying.  They have an ability to teleport and I'm guessing shapeshift since the members that captured Brandon that day fused into my imaginary friend.

That's another anomaly, my imaginary friend which I believed he is real. He is the only one that I remember that isn't human, per se. He may have humanoid characteristics, but what happens recently I know that form couldn't be it's true form. He was able to shape itself into a liquid state. He spurred tentacles that the end forms into claws. He has the ability to change faces, as well. My question is, what sort of relationship does it have with Legion?

My main question is, how does Candle Cove have to do with them? The noise theory I read about in the comments section of my blog, could make sense. The reason I can't placed it as my main theory, is that the show was real. It had puppets and human actors. I haven't had any incidents with Legion, my imaginary friend and Doctor M recently. Who is Doctor M? It's he a figment of my subconscious trying to piece everything together.

That can't be. Even though, my encounters with him, his face was indistinguishable. I'm unable to describe him, he is like a ghost. He did say that Candle Cove is a beacon, but for what and why? Why tell me or even appear to me? So many questions, so little time.

The Day Brandon Died

I been trying to locate the children of the cove, a name Brandon christened the people that remember the show. I haven't found nothing yet. I believe I should record how Brandon died. If one of them happened to read the blog, they will at least have a warning.

First, it was surreal that Brandon was still alive and in one piece (physically). Actually, he didn't remember at first what happened or who I really was. Just as he said, somehow they can erase memories. I decided not to make him remember the events and I played my part as a patient. Everything went as clockwork as possible, nothing new. Just a patient and his doctor. Until I spotted a piece of paper in his desk. It reads "What is the cove?" He saw it and as like a motor resetting. He remembered everything. His expression changes from cool and collected to afraid and nervous.

He said they did it again. I can't take this anymore. He make me promise that he will find the others before it's too late for them. Before they become part of the circle as Brandon and me. I accepted the promise and told him, together we could stop them. He laughed and said, I already helped enough and that he is tired. He gave me, a file containing names and all the knowledge he knows about Legion and the cove. The latter is information I already knew except for one note. "They are the infinite and the one. They feed on ones ...." That last bit of text was scrabbled and I ask him if he remember how the sentence ended. He said no and ask to never look back because they will like that. Continue forward and forget about trying to find your wife and daughter.

I got surprised and angry. How dare him stop me for finding them? I know, they had erased my memories of their existence. I know they are in danger. What if I love them dearly? They stole my love and made me into a loner. When I was about to angrily replied back? He kick me out of his office. I tried to resist, but it was to no avail. I got all the information, he was willing to give me. The moment I was stepping out of that door, I felt that eerie presence again.  He closed the door behind me. I sign any paperwork and pay for the session. When I was about to leave I heard a big bang, the receptionist when inside the office. I heard her scream, my curiosity and my concern made go to that room. Brandon shot himself. A bullet through the head. I stood there frozen and went back into a memory of when I was still in the military. Flashes of my troops came running in my head.

The receptionist snap me out of ti and said to stay here for questioning. The police came and did a report. I omitted the Legion, Candle Cove and the memory lost. Even if I told them, they won't believe me. Hell, I would be putting them in danger. After questioning, they let me go. On the window, I saw a reflection of my imaginary friend. I turned around, he wasn't there. He exited the building.

I will continue doing research and find the others. I could save them from Brandon's fate. I will say this, D and the Legion your days are been counted. When the clocks hits zero, you will feel how the others have felt.

I see what you did there. You hacked into my blog. Great fucking damage there, you have me shaken in my boots. You guys even have a color scheme that looks like vomit. You guys even put a female symbol saying hi. Well, you can fuck yourself. You will get what's coming to you.

PS. I did have a nice weekend. Thank you for wishing it for me, ass.

ANSWER

We Will Accept Your Proposal.



we will love to see you smile again. be scared again. be thrilled again. when was the last time you were happy? which john? memory one, memory two, or were you always unhappy. divorce can be tricky. especially, a divorce of the body, mind and soul. or literal. you will feel young again, that's our promise.



As we made the others feel, especially those two who your heart forgotten.

Did We Do That? Oh, No. My Heavens, No.




PS. WE KNOW HACKING IS OVERUSED. YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND CHILD> WE DON"T WANT YOUR TAINTED DISGUSTING< NOR THE OTHERS. WE JUST WANT TO

 play catch or hide and seek. maybe even a board game. you were/ARE a soldier. you would love risk.

So You Can Lose Your <THE PAWNS< YOU ALL LOOKED LIKE PAWNS>SIMPLE AND LIKE CLAY> Team Again.

it wasn't us. we promise. they decided fate. brandon

Who Thought He Was A Major Player

UNTIL HE BROKE.

chooses to end or save or informed.

GATHER THEM<THAT WOULD BE ENTERTAINING>TO TOUCH THAT INNER Child. That Kindness. That Innoncence That Was Lost Inside By The World You Call Civilized.


do you remember when you were a child? You used to love those type of games.running around. you, brandon and the others.

PITY HE PROVED USELESS






ByE, BuTtErfly Net.

HOpE to SeE U rEaL SoOn

sIncERLY and from The DESERTs OR COVEs OR WOODs sOR CONCRETE JUNGLEs, anyWHERE YOUR WIT- ImaGInation LESS takes you with luv:  your greatest pals, Legion.



pss. have a pleasant weekend and good night, sweet Tin Man.


Ur liTtle 
says

A promise

I know that you son of bitches will read this.  I will find out what you are and how to stop you. I will make hell feel like a paradise to you. If it's a game, you monsters want to play. I'm game. I will avenge him. I will find out the reason you erased and replace my, no, our memories. I will find the other children of the cove and I will save them. D, it would be a pleasure to strangle you. To torture you, the same way you had done to others. You and your stupid Legion will pay. A word from the wise, don't piss off a retire soldier, if you aren't willing to suffer the consequences.

R.I.P. Brandon Morris.

I wish that we would have remember sooner. Let the angels sing you to your rest.

update #3

I just got a call from the psychiatrist's office. They wanted me to confirm my appointment this Friday. I said yes and before I could ask about Brandon, they hang up. Is Brandon still alive? So what was that other day incident? They did say he was a fail-safe. I will find out Friday, at least he is somehow alive.

Candle Cove Remembrance

How to start making sense of it all? You start from the beginning. For me, it has to be Candle Cove. This post will acted as a sort of notes or memories of that show. I know that the show and the other incidents are interconnected. Hell, I think it shaped my life.

Information:

Candle Cove used to be syndicated on local TV channels during the 70's. Used to run either 4:00 pm or 6:00 pm, but some reruns in the morning or early afternoon wasn't rare. The show consisted of puppets and two humans, a girl and a man (One good and the other evil). The show ended abruptly around three years of its first episode.  The weird thing about it is, once it got cancelled, no one seems to really remembered the show. As if it disappeared into dead air.

Synopsis:

The show is about the quest for the mysterious treasure of Candle Cove. Later on, it's explained that the treasure or one of the treasures is the Muse of the Cove. So the merry Laughtingstock crew has to obtained it before the Skin Taker and his minions. The muse/treasure acts as a MacGuffin.

Locations:

In the entire show except from few exceptions (First Episode begins getting out of a sea-port called Oceania.)  the location was Candle Cove. A weird, majestic, beautiful place. An impossible island. The deeper they go in the island, the darker and more enigmatic it got. As some sort of protection against intruders. The only ones that could have stop some of the cove's traps was the humans connection to the center of the cove.

Characters:

Janice = the  (human) girl on the side of the good pirates (Laughtingstock). She gets transported into the Candle Cove world to be used as an avatar. She is the voice of reason of the crew. She could be naive, but she is intelligent. Sometimes solving the worse of puzzles.

Pirate Percy = The pirate captain of the Laughingstock. He has a sense of adventure and will do anything to have a funner trip. He is one of the few honorable pirates in the Candle Cove universe. Even though, he is extremely greedy and loves to gamble. Hi jinx always follow him because of those two flaws.

Poppy = The second in the command or first mate of the Laughingstock. He is careful and analytical. He is the most cowardly of the entire crew, but he holds a big contempt to his crew and Janice. He will always be the first to sacrifice himself to save any of his crew and their dreams.

Laughingstock (ship) = it may looked like a normal pirate ship, but this ship has a spirit inside it. According to the legend or rules of the Candle Cove universe, every single ship has a guardian spirit. A heart and soul of the ship. It had a catchphrase " you have to go inside" Which out of context sounds creepy, but in reality it mean to look inside yourself to find the strength to overcome any obstacle. It acts as a sort of paternal/maternal figure for the crew and especially Janice, who sometimes feels homesick.

Sir Noah the Chef = the angry chef of the Laughtingstock. He isn't the adventure type, only been in the ship because of a debt that Percy owes him. Most of the time staying at the ship. Him and the ship relationship sometimes acts as a morality duo.

Edward "Pine" Silver = the ship's navigator. A wanderer and always looking at the stars to find answer and sometimes his glasses . Always absentminded, but having a genius intellect. He always follows Percy's ridiculous plans just to find different angle of the sky.

Horace Horrible = One of the three main antagonist of the show. He is the captain of the Woe Serra Pirates. He has a big mustache and have a monocle. He has a gentlemen attitude and wants the treasure of the cove, just to destroy his rival Pirate Percy. Even though he is a captain, he is one of the commanders of the Abysmal Infinitum Organization, whose leader is the Skin Taker.

Skin Taker = The evil leader of Abysmal Infinitum Organization. He is a walking skeleton with a skin cape and a skin top hat. He lost his skin because of some failed experiment to capture Absolution Omega, one of the five balances of the world. Now obsess to take the essences of other to grow stronger and now wanting the muse, to become a God. He is very efficient on science and magic, but his body with is dead, limits his strength. Since he needs major concentration to maintain himself in existences.

David= A (human) man who acts as the dark avatar, the polar opposite of Janice. Both (he and Janice) comes from their same world. He is always dresses in dark clothing. He isn't necessarily evil, but he could be selfish. He acts as a protection from the Island's trap for the organizations. He wants the muse for himself, so he would be the sort of inspiration itself. He is constant liar and wants to take over Skin Taker's organization. Thinking that old relics should rust off in a museum.

Abysmal Infinitum Organization/Woe Serra crew = They were once normal (puppets) folks with soul and individuality. Until the Skin Taker took their essences making them into a sort of zombie hive mind. Even though, they had personality.

That's about the most I remembered about the show. The story of Candle Cove and my story are different, doesn't make sense. I have tried to get a hold of Brandon, I still can't find him. He said we are the children of the cove. Did we became like David and Janice?  That's a show. Plus, D and the Legion don't acted as the Organization from the show. How does my imaginary friend fits into it all?

He calls himself D.

We knew. Brandon and myself knew where we were. We remember it. The same place we gather as kids. Candle Cove. Well, we used to call that place that because of the show. Which now, i don't know it even exist. No, I just don't want to know. 

Everything was shrouded in darkness except for my kitchen's light. The only light source combating the ever hungry darkness. Even the rooms that are visible from the kitchen weren't safe from the dark. We looked at each other. Brandon said to me "Why do they like playing games?"  That's was an unexpected thing to say, especially when we are surrounded. I replied, "I don't know." The wind hitting the windows, as saying let us in. The waves trying to ease us. The sound of children's laughter trying to consult us of the non-danger. I tried hard to combat the soothing sounds. They wanted us. Why go to this trouble?

Then I saw it. In the middle of the living room connected by an arch to my kitchen. No doors, only a space separating it from us. The only thing able to produce light in the darkness. Our imaginary friend. I could feel it calling to us. To soothe. To embrace us. To silence us. I was scared. I felt like a kid again. I was looking straight at it. No, we were. Both of us looking at it and holding our chairs and the table tight. Trying not to get pulled towards it.

It stood there. I was never afraid of it when I was a kid. Why do I feel my heart racing? I want to scream, but I believed it would gave them power. So I was holding everything in, even though I knew it wouldn't helped us. Brandon was petrified on his chair. It continued standing there. I was thinking, why doesn't he come to us? You know, do something. They caught us, already.

The sounds were increasing; I could hear them in my temple. Tentacles. Black tentacles were coming out of my imaginary friend's back. They were slowly creeping like a snake towards us. Stopping near the arch way and then slowly touching it. Like a disease. The end of the tentacles became claws. These white claws grasping on the wall, I saw my imaginary friend's face change. First, it changed into the little girl from my dream. She was smiling. Then, it changed into my mother. Afterwards into some other people that I didn't know. He then transforms its face into a younger version of mine. I couldn't fight it. His face then turned into an eye. Looking straight at me. Digging my very soul.

I fell down from the chair, the kitchen's lights started to blink and dim. I looked up. The young man stood there, where my imaginary friend was. He started to smile. The room got completely dark. I felt someone dragging me back to my chair. It felt cold. The lights came back on. I look at Brandon. Behind him stood three things, they looked human. I couldn't describe them except the one in the middle wore a golden happy theater mask.

I heard a "tsk, tsk, tsk." I turned around I saw the young man walking around the kitchen; opening cupboards and the fridge. He said "Nothing."  He then point at the whiskey bottle. "That would do. Thank you, Mr. Morris." The three things started to grab and tried to drag the psychiatrist away. He yelled "No more. I will deal with you guys, no more." I saw the three things fusing into this black ooze combining into my imaginary friend. Its tentacles appeared on the top of his head, actually his tentacles came out of his chest and back, surrounding his head. The stood very high, touching my ceiling until like a waterfall it hit and consumed Brandon. 

I could hear his muffled screams. Its entire body flowed like water, passing through the chair. It became a black puddle flowing towards the back door. No sign of Brandon Morris. He disappeared. It was only him and me. He sit where Brandon was. He pour himself a glass of whiskey. He tasted it. "I remembered liking this. Not bad." He looked at me. I yelled to him "What have you done to him?"

He was very cocky. "Hmm, you shouldn't concern yourself about him. He is just sleeping like a baby." I knew he was lying. Even though, I couldn't muster the strength to get out of my chair and punch him. All I could do was yelled at him. Scream for answers. "Where is he?"  "As I said, don't worry about him. Think of him as a fail-safe." "Who or what are you?" He answered mockingly, but with a feel of nonchalant in his voice.

"Good question, after two pointless ones. First, I know you have a stupid little blog talking about Candle Cove and  such. So, do me a favor. Whenever you remembered with your little old brain this little incident. Try writing the event  verbatim, you know when you can stop having that rush of memories. I will help you that you won't stop writing it until done. I know you failed at English class. But you are a soldier, the same as us. Wait, no. We are better. We are one." He stopped and looked at my glass. "Want more?" He pours me more without my answer. "You better drink up. It's good for you to forget. The past always hurts. I'm getting off track. I'm getting offended and flattered that you referred me as the young man. Even though, we may acted as an individual. In events such like this. We are not, but since you are talking about me. My first name used to start with this letter. Call me D. I know, about that cartoon thing. Not related. Used to like too."   

He loved talking nonsense. He continued talking. "I know I talk a lot. That was a trait that I still possessed. I was human and all. Now, I'm a collective of minds, emotions and body. We are Legion."

I said, "Like the bible?" He continued. "Somewhat. Who inspired who? No matter. I came here for two reasons." I drank my glass of whiskey. "I think, you would need more than that." He pours me more. "Number one, you should know. We came for Brandon, not you. We need him for our little parasitic problem. Not of your concern. Even though, he may read this. Second reason, that's when we decided to kill two birds with one stone." He signal me to drink more. I didn't. 

"Sure? You will need it, to drink your sorrows. I can't believe that you didn't remember our message. Let me remind you about it." His voice changed, no. As if they were multiple voices. One of a child, a woman and then his voice. Together in symphony. "How is your wife and kid?" I was frozen. Why did he mean by that? "It hits you doesn't it, right in the heart. Answer it. Come on." I tried to say I didn't, but it feels like I was lying. I couldn't say anything. He stood up. "Pity, I was expecting a breakthrough." I started to cried. Did I have a wife and kid? I always was alone. I started to cry like a baby. D. pat my head and saying "There. There. Is time for you bedtime. See you, soon." I fall asleep.

I need to find  answers. I need to find more about Candle Cove. I tried finding Brandon's private number, I lost it. It vanished. I called his office; they said he was out of town. Who were my wife and my little girl? Everything doesn't add up.

update #2

I need time. Memories rushing in my head. I need to piece it all coherently. I just need time to relax. I will publish the rest soon. Sorry.

Invisible Strings

I remember what happened that day. It came to me like a jolt in my brain. Every detail of that day. I know, why I woke up with dried eyes. I know, why my psychiatrist was here. He called me, very early in the day. He sounded worried and in a hurry. It felt weird, my psychiatrist calling me for a session in my house.

He arrived at my house an hour after the phone call. He brought this fine whiskey. We sat at my kitchen table. I asked him "What is going on?". He pour two glasses. One for me, of course. He looked frantic. He said, "I needed to come. I remember." I keep quiet, he continued talking. It felt more like a confession. "Everything feels connected. Like an invisible string. Every time, I.. No. We have our sessions. It feels on repeat. Sometimes, we are meeting for the first time. Other times, we knew each other and I recommended you to another doctor. I even have it wrote down, but the next day. Everything resets, we forget  the session. Our session"

He drank his entire glass, then pour himself another one. I was taking small sips. It was very early. He looked around and continue on. " This time, it bleed into me. Memories. Years of resetting. It bleed from my subconscious. Yesterday, I felted like two different persons. The outsider looking in and the guy present not knowing and playing his part.  Candle Cove. You know, how many times we had that discussion?" He looked at me , waiting for an answer. I didn't know how to answer. He smiled and looking down at his glass. He drank the entire thing again. I'm almost finish with mine. He pours mine  and then himself again.

"I knew it. They have gotten to you again. I will tell you then. About 100 times. Sometimes, we change what we say. But the outcome is still the same. We been having similar sessions, without any progress." The light that was coming from my windows darken a bit, I stood up and turn on the lights. I sat back down.  "You know what's funny. I played along in some versions. Like a puppet." He finished his drink, yet again. He pours another one for himself. He looked scared. Not wanting to say the other bit. I believe, he was drinking to get the courage to talk.

"I have met the young man. I know, what they are. I know, why they have followed us. We. You know, you and me, we are the children of the cove. The children of that thing. It's weird, I find it pleasant. The same as you have mentioned before. We were more than us. I know, we were. We have to be."

I drank my whiskey.  I was shocked. I quickly ask, who is the young man? He answered, "He is one of many. The ones that aren't chosen to spread the seed. The ones who represent it. Think of them as mixture of prophet and soldier. They represent the many and the one." I didn't understand. I went blank. I looked around the kitchen. Everything got dark. I could hear it. The soothing sounds. I saw the doctor's face turned pale. I felted that cold fear in my body. We both knew, what was to come.

update #1

Someone wrote on my notes. I believe it's the young man, bastard. He doodles around my notes and wrote a message behind the paper. " Stop fooling around and try harder remembering. You could do it, our little tin ex-soldier." He is mocking me. Why does he want me to remember? What is the importance of his message? Why didn't he just write it down? I know why, it would be practical for him. 

News

I feel like I'm wasting my time watching the news. Is all tragedy these days, what happened to the cool old inspiring news. Don't get me wrong, they are some like the Olympics. But the bad outweighs the good. I know, it sounds pessimistic. That's what happens when you watch the news or any politician campaign. Greedy bastards. I know sometimes good can come up from the dirt.

For example, the other day there was a report about a kid who survive an encounter with an ominous serial killer. He describes the event on how the killer was standing there, analyzing, savoring its prey on front of the little boy's bedside. How the killer viciously jump on top of him, how the kid punched and kick the killer to prevent the almost inevitable until his dad arrived. The killer jump away from the kid and lunges into his dad. Only slightly cutting the man's shoulder, until the siren arrives. The killer made a run for it, disappearing after that, without a trace.

I know, it sounds like a bad example. But thanks to this incident, we now know the killer's description. Connecting him with various unsolved mysteries. Now, the authorities have a name for him. They are calling him, the grinning man, based on his (supposedly) Glasgow smile. Hopefully, they will captured that monster. It would be horrible, if he comes into my house. That would just be God's way of saying a very macabre joke. I have other things to deal with, but it comes to show how this world is slowly decaying. I know, inspiring words and kind of missed my own point.

If only I could stop distracting myself and tried to remember. I feel my subconscious is just stalling. At least, I been writing on a piece of paper my remembrance of that day. The only thing that was new about it, was that all of a sudden, it got dark.  It got pitch black in the morning. Memories can be a bitch, it doesn't add up. The more I think about it, the more my life doesn't make sense.

Clock

I was staring at my kitchen clock. Thinking about the other day and the message the young man said to me. Trying to remember, why I woke up with dried eyes on this table. Funny, how I find it soothing  to listen to the ticking sound of a clock. Watching how time slowly moves, but feeling that everything moves fast. We always perceive time moving forwards, always eating up the past and transitioning into the future. The present only existing in moments, quickly becoming the past. Then, it hit me. I remember who it was that visited me the other day. It was Brandon Morris, my psychiatrist. It's very peculiar that he visited me so early in the morning and especially the day after our session. Actually, the more I think about our last session. I found it weird that he knew about Candle Cove, also how he was treating me that day. The more I think about it, the more it feels like déjà vu. How can that be? It still doesn't explained, why was I crying? I need to remember our conversation. Why did he visited me?

Static

No more drinking all day. Last night, was something. Hell, yesterday was just absurd. If I recall correctly, I talked to the scientist from my dream, Doctor M, in my TV's screen. He was talking about some waves that produces a beacon. In my drunken state, I started laughing. I thought, he said bacon. He lashed at me. "Stop wasting time and listen.", he yelled at me. I notice multiple shadow of  black tentacle slowly surrounding the side of the TV screen and slowly moving toward the center. Consuming it, like a weird octopus. The doctor seem a bit angry at me. Screaming, "time is up. Listen carefully. Candle Cove is man-made. I should know. You and some others who can watch the show, acts as a beacon that was supposed ...." The doctor disappeared, as if he drowned in the static.

..uh

What the hell happened?  I need to go to sleep. Stupid TV, making my head hurt. I really need to analyze what the hell happened. Doesn't matter. Don't watch reality TV. Is the worst invention mankind have ever created. That's the shit we need to use as WMD. It causes more death than a bomb. What the hell. I need to recollect. That moment in static was mind blowing.

.....title something

  Watching TV, half-awake. Laying on this lovely sofa, flipping the channels. Watching the crap that we call TV. Having my laptop on my side writing random stuff on it. You know folks, the only cure for a early hangover. Is dot drink some more. Yee-haw. Flipping channels. Now and days, you can put anything of TV. You are a wife, who is from Jerseay. You get a show, you win the prize. I lose, they win.

How about this,  TV../? How about a show; about a man, who served his Country. Who quit to find life. outside the realms pf that hole, that we call existence. When the man got out, a decade later. He tries to find his childhood show. Then remembers crap of his last day at corps or confusing memories/dream into a big blender.  Dyslexia of the mind and stuff. Up and down.

Yeah, that show would be great. Crazy bastard Johnny Variety Hour. Featuring John Motherfucking Peters. Also starring Black trenchy young fucker pants. Look at how they will fight. Yeaah.   Fuck TV. Oh, great. It's all static now. Oh, no. Ominous. Everyone have a shot on me. I going to fight the dead air of static.

I woke up in my dining table. My eyes feel dried, as if I was crying. I remember drinking whiskey with someone in my house. My head hurts. Sleeping in the middle of the day, to wake up in the early evening. This is going to be a fantastic night. Having insomnia for the entire night. Watching crappy TV shows until my eyes are finally heavy. Fucking hate drinking early in the day. It makes me feel like shit later in the day.

Psychiatrist Visit

I just got back from the psychiatrist. It went well. I explained to him about the young man. How he was in my dreams and my memories. He told me, I maybe suffering of PTSD or Posttraumatic stress disorder. He asks if I have been feeling anxious recently. I told him, not really. I went on describing my last dream, the one were I was married. How it felt so real.

Of course, he said the mind can play tricks on people, but he found it interesting. I ask why. He said if I remember the incident. Ask which one? He went on telling me, of my last day at the military. How I lost every single member of my squad. I didn't remember that event. He found it amusing and went to say that, maybe that young man is an apparition of guilt. The guilt of that event.

Did my mind block that event? I remember a lot of childhood, my adolescences and my military career. How can I have forgotten such a tragic event? I had remember it before, since the shrink knew about it. But I'm in a blank. He prescribed anti-anxiety pills and to check with him in two weeks. Out of my curiosity, I ask if he knew about Candle Cove. He was a bit shocked. He said, he does. We started talking about how Pirate Percy always ended up in trouble because of his childish greed. How Poppy, the second in command always needed to rescue him.

We talk how terrifying the Skin Taker was. We talked how he wanted to be the most powerful being in the cove. By eating others, he would take the essence becoming stronger. We laugh, how that show was so scary now, than we were children. He then said about how some of his neighborhood friend went and play hide and seek with their imaginary friend.

I was in shock. I quickly ask if they played on the cove. The forest near the waves. He told me, yes.
He went on to describe the same imaginary friend, as I did. Did we play with him together? Now, that I think about it. He looked familiar to me. We needed to stop, since it was taking his work time. He of course, didn't charge for extra time. I finally found another who knew about the show.

He gave me his number, to have a drink and talked about the show. He said, he was going a bit crazy, not knowing if the show was real or not. I said, will do. So far, the young man hasn't appeared since my last dream. Regardless, I need to remember what he told me. If he is a figment of my subconscious, I may find peace in mind.

A Lucid Dream

I had a dream, last night. I was in those woods, listening to the sound of waves and children laughter. I saw a man, not the same as the young man, nor the other people that accompany him. This one was dress as a scientist. I couldn't pick up how he looked like, but I could tell he wasn't with them. I was trying to understand what he was trying to tell me. Not that he was speaking with a different language, but as if he was far away. He was a bit erratic. All I could hear from him was that his name is Doctor M-something and he was sorry.

He looked concerned and looking around. Maybe, those soothing sounds was muting his voice. Now, that i remember, the trees didn't looked like normal trees. I believe it's normal for a dream. I could make out the doctor trying to scream, only making out the word "Legion". Then, as if I was push away. I fell into another dream. This one was about a woman and a little girl, I felt familiar. As if I see them before, the girl spoke. She said "Dad." I looked upon her face, she was my daughter.

It couldn't be. I wasn't married, nor did I had a child. Did I? No. I'm certain. My dream wife gave me a plate of my favorite food. Skirt steak with mashed potatoes. I tasted, I could feel that delicious meat in my mouth. It felt like was reliving a memory. Then I heard a "No", it was the voice of that man. The young man. I looked around. I saw him behind me, he smiled. Then, I woke up in a cold sweat.

What was the meaning of this? I need to go to a psychiatrist soon. I keep seeing that young man. Is he in my head? Who was that doctor guy?  What is Legion? I hope I'm not possess by the Devil.

My Imaginary Friend and My Boogeyman

When I was seven or eight , after I watched the show. I used to hang out with my friends. We used to play hide and seek. We all had this imaginary friend, he always finds us. If I were to described him, I would say he was tall and thin. His face is indistinguishable. Is not that he was faceless? Well, sometimes he did. I know, he sounds scary. He was nice. It talked to us. He was just pleasant.
Sometimes, we go to those woods. To Candle Cove. Where we could have played forever. I found it funny now. How weird those that sounds?

That man I saw on that bar again, I saw him again today. He smiled at me. Then it hit me, I have seen him before. When I was a kid, he haven't aged for thirty years. He always was there. He always smiled, he always wore that black jacket. He wasn't alone. He was always surrounded by the other people. Some wore hoods, others masks, but they were most of the time on the Cove. My imaginary friend protects us from them. Did he? Now that I remember, they always followed or preceded whenever I met my imaginary friend.  Was it real?

Each encounter with my friend, always ended with that man coming closer to me and laughing. Then, I would wake up. He did say something to me. I need to remember. That man is back.

A Drink

During our off time, if you can call that. We could go to the town and just enjoy our freedom. We had this "local" bar, that must of us hang out. It was fun, if you can ignored the stares. We had the victory drinks, the best in my opinion. This time it was for saving them from an event I don't remember. They said my eyes were different, as they picture a perfect soldier. Soulless, but dedicated. The perfect follower. I laugh and said in the heed of the moment anything can happened. We drank, we laugh, we talked about our past sexual relationships, we talked about what was waiting for us. That feeling of thinking to see you loved ones again.

Not knowing what we are doing, only wishing the same as us. To hold each other, to joke, to play our family games. Those little moments are precious, when we don't have to worried about our CO. Everything was normal. Someone bought me a drink. This man. This young man who maybe from the village. I walk toward him. He was wearing black boots and this black long trench looking jacket. It was 100 something degrees. He wasn't sweating. He smiled. I thanks him for the drink.

He didn't respond. He was staring at the radio. I was weird it out, as young people would say. I tried to listen to it. It was a familiar jingle. The young man was winkling his finger in the beat of the jingle. I remember it, oh so well. It couldn't be. It was the opening song of Candle Cove. The man saw my remembrance of it. He started laughing and he grab my arm. He told me "Is it lovely? Your call has been answer. Stupid doctor, your kids still respond to us."

 I tried to talk back, I tried to move away. I'm a soldier, why I'm scared. He doesn't look that strong, but I felt weak. I couldn't move, I was his slave. He looked straight into me, he start laughing.  He then said "Too soon." I was thinking why hasn't my comrade hasn't help me. The guy let me go. He then walked away, I looked at him when he was nearing the exit. I saw a forest, he disappeared. I blinked, in the darkness of my blink I saw my imaginary friend again. I open my eyes. I looked back at the radio, it was broken. It looked broken for ages. I came back to my comrades, I ask if they saw the young man. They said, they haven't seen no one. They thought I needed some space to recollect. That man I met today, this wasn't the last time I would see him. Hell, I believed this wasn't our first meeting.