Sunday, September 30, 2012

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.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

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.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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.

Monday, September 17, 2012

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.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

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 
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Friday, September 14, 2012

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.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

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.