The never ending dreams. Never ending sorrow. The past laughter, past angers, we were a group. We were a unit. A lost unit in the desert. Wandering around the desert to asserted peace. Robert, Brandon Morris, Kyle, Patrick, Matt, David, Enoch. All these men that once served their fellow country, foolishly perish by a shadow hand. I still not put together, I'm trying experimental methods to access my memories. I will be full and I will spill my past. I will find the answer. I will know what were the fate of my deceased unit.

Who are you disguise as? A Normal, PTD Ex-veteran. Are you still with the cultist? They're not letting you US COMMUNICATION. No Internet, No Phone, NO CONTACT. You isolationists. Happy Halloween

All those eyes, I can see them all over my dreams. Visions of kids pointing at me. Mocking me. I cant be normal. I miss Abigail and Clara. Stolen from me. I'm trying to recover my pieces. I'm a jigsaw man now. I need to be put back together to face the storm.

Hey, I'm still alive. Just relaxing. Taking a breath. Haunted. Those eyes of relief.

Soon. You need talked to your diary about other experiences. It was entertaining. SOFUNNY.

What other clean-up do you need? I'm willing just to see more of my daughter.

Hello. you did wonderful. You Were Great. You Know It was One of YOU. DISGUSTING FILTH OF A MEN. TAINTED BY YOUR LOGICS. WE ARE DISGUSTED BY YOU, butyoudidgood. more to come. Stay active. Continue talking about your past. We like that. makesyouhuman,youfilth.

Sincerly,

US

P.S. Nice clean-up. We expected a mess.

I saw her. She was sweet. I don't really remember how sweet she was. My Clara. My sweetheart. I remembered, one of her favorite fruits. It's pineapple.  They arent so bad, if you have a worth for them. They will reward you. That guy, the guy i used for my pay, to see her. He was one of the children. One of those butterfly nets, but he was happy. He had a family. Unlike me, another child of the cove. HE HAD WHAT THEY TOOK FROM ME. Well, soon. I will find a way. To solve, my crisis.

So much running, so much hiding. I'm back. I haven't seen her yet, but i know they will keep their promise. So much blood, so much. I'm a killer. No. I'm a soldier. I'm back. Oh, yes. I will continue my visage of normalcy. Talk to you all soon.

It's done.

busyandwetoldyoutodoit. DONT MAKE YOUR BORROWED EXISTENCE OBSOLETE. you impotent fool. You got until the end of thedAy, to finish the deed. Stopbeingacrybaby, bUtTerfLy Net. THINK OF THAT SOLDIER, LONG tiMe AgO. wE HeLp Yu then. DONTDISSAPOINTUS. Kill one of the children, not too hard. Remember when you kill that inNoCent Family, you disgusting monster.

Then why don't you do it. I know, you freaking can.

Innocent is a meaningless word. Doyouevenknowtheguy? He is a SECRETPEDOPHILE, he murders and rapes kids. youaredoingyourworldabigfavorbygettingridofhim.

He is an innocent man. Please.

DONTyoUwnT2seeyourdaughter.

I found him. I can't go through with this. He has a family. A kid. A dog. Please, don't make me do this.

wewillSEEE

I understand. If I do that, would give me back Clara?

Why can't you leave me alone? Hunting my dreams, just for what? For fun, to eliminate us from your game. I'm not a piece. I'm not your puppet. Leave me the fuck alone. You won. Tell me.  What to you want?

heLL0

John, john, JOHN whathaven'tyourespond? FEELING Depress, boo hoo. people die EVERYDAY. Clara Is Happy With Us. Why Haven't You Even Touch Technology? doyouneedtoseeus, to make you FEEL BETTER. how About This I will give you a day to answer. If Not, well. Clara won't be happy anymore.

For You

Tick-TOCK. WE ARE INTERESTED IN A NEW ADVENTURE FOR YOU. a niceoneofakindreward in it for you. What Is Your Answer?

update #14

After Abby death, I realized there's no way to fight these monsters. They are the puppet master and humanity is their puppets. They are ancient, but new. When they have manipulated our history for their whims. Why do they need us? Why did we watched that show? If I never watched the show, would I be a happy man with my wife and daughter? The more I research, the more different monster are. Legion and the faceless thing are one of those, but they are so many different cases.

The grinning man, while human is described as a monster. Always laughing, never blinking. Has never been caught. It sad. He has reported kills of 12 people, no discrimination of race, age or even wealth. There's also the fable Seed Eater from a small town, a thing that has been there for centuries that returns every so season, to kill, to breed.  The word Zalgo is related to a cult, to summon the one behind the veil. Crazy lunatics that wants the world to burn, so it could flourish again. Secret organization, that becomes fables like SCP. A word that sometimes pops up during bizarre cases and conspiracy theories. One conspiracy theory that I found was, the Russian experiment to capture some energy source or the continuation of those same experiment with the American during the Cold War.This world is full of crap, I'm just an ex-soldier.

I feel privileged to be involve in that world, to realized that us human are nothing but playthings to them. Sending me messages in binary or in different languages just to fuel my insanity. My depression, but this is my resolve. I will save whatever it's left of my daughter, I know now, that she isn't completely mine. She must have been tortured, mutilated and raped by super duper slender thing.  I prefer her to rest in peace than to be a ploy in their schemes.

What? Leave me alone, you fucking inbred monsters

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.......1o1..... no se donde estoy. I just woke up, I 'm free. I kill Jeff, if anyone can hear me. Salvame. 私を保存pomoćiLegionem Faciam mihi rursumIch bin nicht stark und ich kann mich nicht erinnernПомощь, пока не стало слишком поздно. Zalgo будет потреблять все, Легион поработят все.  Heed my warning, people of .............................Shit, alguien esta مساعدةمساعدĉi tieة

Really. That's what I need, fucking numbers. Fuck this cryptic nonsense.

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Damn them, fuck them all. I know, I sound like a broken record. In a way, they did warned me. Be careful, those fucking assholes.  Abby is dead, she off herself . I reed what she said, I thank her for making me happy for all this months. It made me feel normal again. No Legion, no D, nothing paranormal. I was happy. Damn them, making her do that. What is their purpose? Is to make us suffer, but that goes against on what I learned from them. Sadly, they are like angels. I don't use that term lightly. My experience which them is this, religion is wrong. Worshiping beings that in reality only care for the final goal. That was Legion is, they only care for the end. Never the means. I will stop them, I will hurt them. For once, they will bleed. That is my promise to them.

We Gave You What You Wanted, FORTHATMINISCULEINFORMATION. but we couldn't know who had it. OUR PAYMENT WAS MERIT. YOUSAIDITSO. dontblameusforit. toddles luv.

Abby, why? Damn it. Fucking damn it. Fuck you, D. Fuck you, Legion. Fuck, everything in this fucking crooked world. You took the one of the thing, I felt was beautiful in this world, fuck you.

Eulogy

Dear, people that will read this. John, thank you. There was a saying. Be careful on what you wish for. I wanted to remember why they were following me. What memories I have lost? My dreams have been so livid, so alive. I couldn't sleep. The dreams themselves weren't nightmare. They were pleasant memories about a life I used to have. I cried, I laughed, I loved. They took her from me. My love.  I remember how. They used me as a puppet.

I remembered when I held the knife. A good kitchen knife that was a gift from her. I remembered the sharpness of it. It could cut anything. What a perfect knife to cut the only string that held my life. It was a perfect day.  That day was one of the few day I got a nice night sleep. No legion, at least that I expected them. Not that slender, faceless man. Nothing. It was a perfect day.

She cooked for me, one of her great cooks. A perfect grilled salmon with rice. She was amazing. We eat, we drank that delicious Merlot. It was pleasant. I felted happy with the love of my life. Then I saw D, that bastard face of Legion. My wife invited him in. She didn't know. That he was Legion, she knew about my dreams. Of course, she didn't know about him. She thought he was my high school buddy.

It a weird way, it was normal. D didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I was the weird one in the trio. I tried. I really tried, until I snapped. I kicked him out. My wife didn't know why. I remember seeing him smile. He knew, what was about to happened. We fought, my wife and myself. I held that knife.
 Why?
WHy?
Why

I stabbed her. Out of anger. She was only trying to find out, why. It was like I was possess, but really I choose the easy way out. They made me killed her, just to meet John. Just to be miserable. To feel like shit. To contemplate suicide. It's funny, they manipulated me. Not to consider suicide until I met him. 

I don't want him to feel alone. But I want to take the easy way out, I really do. I decide to finish it. I will kill D. I know I can't finish Legion, but I could harm the scum face they use. That fucking Indian or Hispanic looking motherfucker. I will kill you.

Sorry, John. You gave me hope, but I must to this. Just for you to survive. I never loved a man before, but I love you. I truly love you. I will miss you, but my sacrifice won't be in vain. I know it, for a fact.

Love, Abigail Klein

Abby having a bad fever, she can't barely move or speak. I hope she is fine. Was it her remembering, everything she lost?

Touchy, huh?

Don't You Think Of Joining Them. They Will Hate You. You Are So Disgusting To Us, Imagine Them.

You don't know. That's amusing.

theyaredifficulttosee  FOR HOW LONG , DO YOU KNOW?

All I know is they contained the picture very closely to their hearts. I found that info by just finding weird stuff in the internet. Something that you omnipresent fucks should had perceived.

Interesting, those runts Got A Hold Of It. Anything eLse?

Something called Zalgo.

When We Know That You Are Not LYING. Which cult?

The picture, the original is with a cult. So, when would I know that you will hold your part of the bargain?

wE kNoW.

Give it to Abby. If you do that, I will tell you everything. I can't sacrifice or push someone aside, regardless of my wants.

NO. We Could Give One Or The Other. If You Have What We Want, That's The Deal. Ifyoudon'tdecidewhichsoon,wemaywanttosayhellotobothofyou. FOR YOUR INSOLENCES, YOU DAMN FILTH. sorry about that, we could have conflicting personalities.

Give me Clara back and give whatever you are holding Abby hostage with. Then we can talk.

You guys are serious. I was expecting an April's fools joke. I want Abby and myself to remember and to have everything you have stolen from us.

wE cOulD cleanuplater. What Else You Want?

First thing first, cancel that reunion. For you, you know how everything is going to end. But this little thing that I know, you are hazy about. Weirdly, enough you know about it. You want to erase it. Deal?

pLayInG Us. Hilarious. Unprecedented. It's sadly not a change of pace, but we are game.

Got your interest. Let's make a deal, for that little piece of intel.

how DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THEM? hmm, dealing with cults. especially that one, we have BEEN MONITORING YOU ALL THIS TIME. HoW dId yOu go under OUR NOSE? That picture you speak of, in the future we will deal with it. THAT PICTURE WAS A MISTAKE. so to speak. don't worry, we assure you. We Have Dealt With It, not today. But a Dick Will Help Us, In the Time You Won't See. Aquestionisallwewillasked       that cult who are they align to?

What does that cult and a specific picture have in common?

Message for you.

You guys are real cute. I was hoping you weren't going to pop-up anytime soon. Zodiac killer, name drops anyone. I just realized something. The clarity after the storm. You guys are afraid of us. I will admit life wasn't really normal this past weeks. I know you have been contacting Abby via dreams. The same as you did to me. Real original. I'll give you a D for effort. But I have something you want and it has nothing to do with my purpose or anything. Nothing related to Candle Cove or the children. Now, I believe when you read this. Whenever in that stupid time stream of yours. You will contact me. I hold the joker card, my friend.

dON"T THink we Have FORGtotten abOut tHuS.

we are preparing a reunion tour, you and her are invited. Is All About Candle Cove. You Should Enjoyed It. we may actually have a special guest star. this man was going to become part of us, but we decided not. TOO LATE FOR HIM. now he has a face only a mother would love. he may not come. Busy being self centric. But He Would Ravish The Oppurtunity To Become Part Of Us.
Like that puny Zodiac Killer.

P.S. We may bring all of the remaining children there since we have something they want. John, pest, you already know what we have from you or at least half of it or is a quarter. Tell Abby Keep On DREAMING. We Will Tell Her What We Have From Her. Fully, not like you.

P.S.S. We Need You To Tell Us, How the DoctoR COMMUNICATES WHICH YOU. He created this for you.

New Life

Sorry, I haven't been updating this blog in a while. I just been busy at work and working out with my new living partner in the moment. The circus freaks have semi-dissappear from my life. I still see them in my dreams, I still don't know what does "Tell him" means. Regardless, of all those problems. Life has been the most normal for me since I don't know when.

Abby has been adjusting and she is a bit skeptic that Legion just disappear like that. Not even a whimper. She and I has been getting lose, if I put it frank. She says that she had lost something, but living in this moment of normalcy was enough to stop the fear and the nervousness that surrounded her ever since that show.

I feel good and I hope it last. I hope they just forgot about me. Regardless, of that. I have been researching supernaturals stuff, to find a way to get my daughter back. I haven't forgotten about her. Like always, too many exaggerate legends and such. Did you know how many myths contains a faceless one or how many legends there's about an impending chaos? Countless.

There's one about a being with many heads or mouths that lived or waited behind the walls. Once summon it would cause chaos and despair. It specifically says about bringing the true ugliness of this world. Myth and legends, most of them are just ridiculous. Like the faceless one being a fairy or it being a keeper of sort. So many descriptions for the same thing. I hope I found one that says how to kill it.

Right now, the only fear I have is about that serial killer that been lurking around my neighborhood. That grinning man. I hope he is stop soon.  Humans are the true horrors, at least monster are systematic. Mankind are unpredictable. For now, I will try to keep this phase of  normalcy and peace.

She's awake. Thank God, she is awake. Abby is still fuzzy, so I won't ask her anything that happened. It's weird that no one has asked about her whereabouts and she doesn't seem worried that she was in well, a stranger's house for a couple of weeks.  Legion hasn't done anything to me as of late and I still don't understand what "Tell  him" deal is. What good would telling someone about all of this? What redirect the dangers toward them? I'm not capable of doing that. I know, it won't work in the end.

Journey

As I mentioned before I was missing a week. No, it wasn't that I didn't remember what happened. I was teleported. It felt that my entire being was rip apart. I felt my mind going haywire, revisiting past experiences, future endeavors and my present circumstance. Seeing the what-if, the have-nots and each of their consequences. All in a span of a second. It was awful, but enlightening. Is that what they see everyday? I feel sorry for them.

Let me backtrack, how I landed into that predicament.I went to meet with her, my contact. I didn't know what to expect, since I didn't expect her to contact me because of last time. Regardless, which the new knowledge of my daughter's existence, I would do whatever I can to rescue her. So I meet with her in a cafe, near her home. The cafe was empty, we were the only customers.

I told her, in person this time, how sorry I was, for last time. She didn't respond. Actually, she looked under the weather. I told her about my daughter and about my blog. She didn't respond to any of it. No even a reaction. This is when I realize something was wrong. She looked too loopy, as if she was sleep-walking. I tried to snap her out of it. Then, I remember my sessions with Brandon Morris.

How it felt like a haze. A walking, living dream. I got the goosebumps, I realizes what was going on. She screamed, she hold my hand tight and said crying "I'm sorry. I can't controlled myself. This.." Then I heard that familiar smug voice, that voice that had hunted me all my life.

"Don't spoil the fun, Abby. We tried to muster your stretgh for today. Oh, well."

I was looking around to find the source of the voice. I couldn't find it, I tried to get up, but Abby (my contact) was holding me down. I could see from her face, she was trying to fight her actions.

"Leaving so soon. I wanted for you to make-up. Sheesh, louis. Fine."

He appeared in a blink of an eye. He sat beside us. I said, "Dante." He looked at me confused, as if I was wrong. He then started laughing and he said, "You have meet him. Hmmm, interesting. You are advancing quite well in the pregame."

I asked, "Are you him?" He responded, "No. We are Legion." He was avoiding the question. I asked again. As if something snap from him, "Dante and myself are not one and the same. At least, not this far back." I was confused, but I decided to ask him about my daughter. I saw a glimpse of humanity.
I asked, "Where's my daughter?"  He gave me a condescending smile.

He said, "She is fine. She having a hell of time. Playing, happy. You know, all that kid stuff."

I asked again, deep down I was scared shitless, but I needed to know. "Where's my daughter?"

"You shouldn't be worried about her, as much that you should be worried about yourself. Father of the decade."

He was making fun of me. I angrily asked, "Where's she?"

"Aw, great. Thick-headed. Fine. We set up this meeting, to talked about your purpose. But you do need a little leeway. "

I didn't know what he meant by that. I screamed, "I don't give a rat's ass about your stupid interpretation of my purpose. Just give me back my daughter."

"Selfish. You don't care, what happens to Abby here. You should stop being a child or a rat, screaming went they are corner. Today, you will see your daughter and see your infinite choices."

He stood up and slowly smile. I remember it was daylight, but it got dark, all of a sudden.

"Tik-tok" Multiple voice said. I was able to stand up, but I didn't wanted to leave Abby in that comatose state. So I carried her, thru the path in the woods. Hearing the trees whistle, the waves breaking and that children's laughter, I was there. I walked for about, I figured an hour in those dark, endless woods. Until I saw the only source of light. A tree, a normal tree. Nothing special about it. It was just a tree. A tree with a swing. A figure playing with it.

I couldn't believe it. It was my daughter, Clara. She was happy. I was shocked, but I knew where I was. I knew there was a catch. I walked slowly towards her, carrying Abby with me. I never felt so close to her, my Clara, I don't know since when. Finally, reach her. I started to cry. She looked at me.

She said "Daddy." Those words pierce thru me, I wanted to hug her. But I couldn't, why can't I touch my daughter. She is inches away from me. I could smell her, how close I was.

Then a voice spoke, "You need to tell him." It wasn't a voice I recognize instantly, it took me a while. I remember that drunken night, it was the same voice from the TV. Doctor M. Tell who.

"Daddy, our playtime is over."

No, I thought to myself. So soon.

"Nana said I need to go. They want to talk to you."

I was forcing myself to hug her, I couldn't. She walked thru the darkness. Disappearing again from me. I heard footsteps. I knew that I wouldn't like what was walking towards me.

"It didn't occur to you, to let her behind to be able to touch your daughter." A female voice spoke

"He does have some heroic bouts, here and there. Military man." A male voice spoke.

"Too bad, he seems like fun." A girl said.

"He is weak, pathetic loser in the end." A boy said.

"HE IS TAINTED, HE COULD NEVER BE BETTER THAN AN ANT." A old man voice shouted.

"Don't be like that to him. He isn't well." An old lady sweetly said.

"Shut up. We are one. We know what he and Abby are." A British man said.

"They are guinea pigs, without realizing it."  Clara said.

It was my daughter's voice, in that jabble. Was I going insane? This couldn't be real, why would they exist? I don't daughter, do I. Why? Who are we? My mind was racing.

"It's time to show the filth, what we see in him." D said.

Then a flash of light, I barely saw a figure resembling my imaginary friend, for a split second. I felt broken into pieces. My soul crumbling apart. All the evil in me, all the good in me. My hope and my hopelessness fighting to consume the whole. I felt everything single organ in my body. It was pleasant and hurtful, constantly changing from one and the other. Everything happening was like a second, but it felt like an eternity.

I opened my eyes, I was in my bed. I looked around and I saw Abby right next to me. I was sweating, I turn the light on. I saw a note. It said "Tell him".  It was everywhere in that piece of paper. After that, I realized the date. That "journey" was a week, but it felt like hours. Abby hasn't woke up yet. Hopefully, her mind is coming back.

I don't know what to do except play into their hands. What does "Tell him" mean? To who and what should I tell to this mysterious person. I'm getting sick and tired of cryptic nonsense. I feel broken, but life goes on.

I'm back. Oh, my god. I'm alive. She's alive as well. What was she thinking? Why did I followed thru her ludicrous plan? I been missing for a week. It feels everything is in pieces. We still breathing that is all that matters. I need time to recollect, but she is fine. I need to talk to her when she recovers. Well, we are in one piece.

update #13

She finally call me. I meeting with her on Friday after work. Let's see if she have something new to give me.

update #12

I went to the school. I find out, she should be around 12 years old now. She stop going to class around a year ago, they didn't know why. They said she was a bright student, my baby girl, why did they do this to me.  To her. Doesn't matter. They said that they kind of forgot they had her as a student in their school. Actually, is when I asked about her that they remember her. They didn't say that, but their reaction to her name, told me everything I needed to know.

My contact hasn't contacted me back yet. I'm crosssing my fingers that she eventually helped me, again.

Some Information about her Existence

I have found some of Clara's school information, in a box in my basement. Why I never care to look in that box, I would never know. Is like I remember its existence. What Legion gain for me forgetting my own daughter? The information says that I was married, which I don't remember at all. Why would they, no point in asking again. If they would answer me anyway. Maybe is some grand master plan to fuck with me. Hell, even this "new" information about my daughters and being married could just be a fabrication of some macabre plan, they have for me. Why I'm important to them? All the knowledge I know of them is that they are timeless. In other words, they are old as time itself. They may have different names, other than Legion. If I take their words to heart, they not only exist in this dimension.

A man fighting, I don't known what else to call them, other than  elder gods, where did I hear that before. Oh, yes. Fucking H.P. Lovecraft. Fucking dick, he should had become the next L. Ron Hubbard and make his works as a bible. A faceless abomination that make people go insane by targeting memories. That's original. Well, at least I'm not in a foreign town or in a boat in the middle of the ocean fighting a cult and then seeing the big green octopus looking thing. Where does Candle Cove fit into all of this? Is like a fishing bait, they called me butterfly net. I don't what it means. Plus, fuck the assholes who made that decision. Let's transformed innocent kids into a magnet for the devil. Wait, the devil have more class that this fuckers. So I will called them scum of the multiverse.

She haven't contact me back since the last time. Maybe, she is hesitant since for what happened last time. I will go to Clara's school to find more about my daughter and myself. Work has been shitload, so hopefully I would do it around Friday.

PS. I reminder to the assholes who created Candle Cove, when I find who created it. I will move heaven and earth just to break each of your jaws.

update #11

She finally answered me She accepted my apologies. She said she would contact me again soon. I feel a bit happy for that. I just been in a depressed mood ever since I realized my daughter's existence. Legion hasn't done anything else since. They already stab me with a hot dagger in the heart. Twisting it, so I could bleed everything out. They won that battle.

update #10

I  need to contact her. I hope, she have forgiven me for what I did.

Ever since the day I remember my daughter's existence, I been thinking about all those moments of my life they have stolen from me. What other important, loving memories they have erased from me. My wedding? Did I had a wedding? Did I baptized Clara? Was I a single parent? I don't even know. They did what they wanted. They made me, cry. I haven't stop crying ever since. I need to rescue her. How? My knowledge of them is still very limited at best. I will stop at nothing to get her back. I'm tired of this.

Her name

I'm having this recurring dream ever since that day. I keep dreaming about that little girl on the rooftops.  I watch her grow up in my dream. In the hospital, been hold by I presumed is her mother. Her first crawl. Her first word, it's funny. It wasn't "Mom" or "Dad", it was "Buba". It's was so cute. I could touch her, I could feel her. Hmm, her first walk. Her mother was so excited, that she scream for me to record her. Which I did, horribly. I'm not a camera guy.  I was flabbergasted to see that, no, my little girl walking for the first time.

Bastards, fucking bastards. I remembered her first day in school, her first homework, she Ace'd it i was so proud. She wanted to be a ballerina. Her name, yeah. Now I remembered. Her name, it is a beautiful name.

Her name was. No, is Clara. Clara Violet Peters. Oh, my god. She was real.

My baby girl was on the rooftops. She was with that abomination. My imaginary friend, I think I can't no longer call it that. Motherfucking ringleader piece of shit. That's my new name for it. Ringleader, for what though. I will save you. Clara. I won't let you fall any deeper.