Resorting to the internet for help. That's never a good sign is it. It shows that I can't find a damn soul to help me in the real world. The irony of my choice of words in that previous sentence would of been funny to me at one point.
I had a friend once who was as normal as anyone, as lively, caring and fun as a friend could be and now she's gone.
She had a blog of her own, depicting some weird stuff that had been happening to her. A friend of hers emailed this to me. I'd only met him a few times, alright guy, little bit of a nerd. Called himself Red online, I called him Damon.
Damon had read her blog and found some videos and a box of stuff belonging to her. He said he watched only some of the videos and couldn't watch the rest. His comuter would freeze and he thought they had a virus, but then other stuff would happen in his room.He said he'd tell me some other time. That's the last I heard from him after he dumped a box of her stuff on my porch.
She didn't move away, she didn't leave me, she just vanished. She's not dead though, I never for one moment though she was dead. Everything that's been happening, that still is would just lead up to the death of someone. Not for the fun of it, no way. I know she's out there somewhere, maybe she was kidnapped, maybe she's become part of something that my hands can't touch. But I don't want to touch anything else. I can't barely holding hands with my girlfriend anymore, she knows something is up and that's about all she knows.
You are out there. I know this.
If anyone knows anything please get in touch here. And for those that are interested...this was her blog.
http://burnthandle.blogspot.com/
Her name was Sarah. Her name still is Sarah.
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