Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I don't really know where to begin

I guess I start with the beginning.

My name is Janae and I'm from Wilmington.

Last year around September a girl, only about 14 years old showed up in the city. At first no one payed attention to her. To us she was just another homeless chick.

After a while she would talk to people other than the other homeless. She told us her name was Melony but she said to me once that Melony wasn't her real name. Said she changed it because someone was following her.

Most of the time she would sit in a corner of the alley and stare in front of her, rock back and forth and mumble to herself. When she was done doing whatever that was, she'd come out of the alley, beg for some food and head over to Starbucks. She didn't fit in there, considering she was a homeless chick with rags for clothes and a shiny new laptop.

And when she wasn't at Starbucks she was talking to people, telling them crazy stories about ghosts and stalkers.

She liked hanging out with my group of people a lot. You know, the teenagers who were a bit older than her. We took her under our wings and made her into a little, psychotic sister. When we offered her a place to stay she'd quickly reject and say ominus shit like "if i stay with you bad things will happen."


Then a while ago she went missing..................... We couldn't find her until she turned up dead.

And that's where her story ends. Her body was taken by the state and god only knows what happened to it. The little bit of stuff she had was taken and I guess given to Good Will or soemthing like that.

I honestly thought we had nothing left of her, until my friends and I were walking around in this thicket of woods around where she died and we found a bag up in a tall tree.

I made my friend climb up and get it. It was "Melony's" bag. I just found out that her name was Alexa.

I took some pictures of what was in the bag. Click to make them bigger

This is the bag.












This stuff was in a pocket in the bag. Asma inhaler, an ugly bow and $32.











This is Alexa's diary.












The inside cover of the diary.












First entry.

























"Miss Martha lied. I'm done with listening..."


















"To her."

Sorry, my camera was acting weird.
















"Miss Marsha is a bitch shes sending me away"


















"Miss Marsha lied. She let a tall man in a suit take me. He said his name was Mr. Roberts. I don't like him. He took me to a place worse than the hospital. There were other kids there and I didn't like it so I ran away."















"Mr. Roberts is following me.'


















Cute.


















I have no clue...


















"He's the one they talk about. He's the one...."


















"I don't like the ghetto."

I lold.
















"He shot(?) the other man."

Probably shot. That happens here... A lot...



































So after these pages there was nothing. So I flipped through to see if any other were written in and here's what I found.







































There were 2 other things in the bag that were tucked away with the diary.

It's an old Victorian picture. I showed it to one of the goth kids from school who's into this stuff. She said he's dead.

She said there's a stand behind him that's pretty much a life sized doll stand.














The stand's base behind his feet.












Also this. An SD card.













The SD card had only 2 things on it. Two audio files.

Since the logins for all of Alexa's accounts are written in the back of the diary, I uploaded the audio to youtube Here and Here

Just thought I'd share this with you.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

funny things came out of her mouth im sorry i couldnt protect her but i wasnt allowed he would have killed us both if i had but she dead anyway

i dont want this anymore its not fair it needs to stop dont let it go on

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Goodbye

The world is dead. The trees are dead. Humans are missing. Animals are savage and try to kill anything that they see. It's always night and I can't see anything other than the light from my computer and the battery is about to die and there's no electric and once the luight gows out i'll die but he can't kill me firstghy iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim iwontlethimiwontlethimiwontlethim

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Saturday, May 14, 2011

A NOTE FROM THE BLOG AUTHOR'S FRIEND

The blog author has been really ill off and on for a while. The blog author wants to get back to writing but doesn't have the strength. The blog author sends her love and apologies to all her readers.

PS Portal 2 might have something to do with it also.... So... Yeah...

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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Ashley's friend Kaitlyn and I talked a while ago. Here's the log.

Hey this is Kaitlyn, sorry it took me so long to get to you, I had trouble getting on this account it said it was deleted but it suddenly got recovered. Odd

Alexa says:

Hey

So have you heard anything from Ash lately?

Ashley says:

No, and I'm really scared. I don't know what happened with Ashleys Youtube account and Twitter.

Alexa says:

have you contacted her family?

Ashley says:

Yeah, they said they havn't heard from her either.

Alexa says:

Have they alled the cops

she's just a kid

Ashley says:

Did this "Slenderman" take her>

Alexa says:

So you know about him, huh?

Ashley says:

No they didn't, they though she would turn up

Alexa says:

I don't know

She won't turn up on her own

Ashley says:

Yeah, only very little though. Noone would tell me about him except for he is tall, has no face, and he is very dangerous

I think they know something.

Alexa says:

Listen to me

I want you to forget about this

Unless you hear from ash, don

*don't contact me

if you get into it, he'll come for you

Ashley says:

I don't care, I need to find her.

Alexa says:

I'll take care of it

I'm the only one who can find her

Ashley says:

No, I'm helping.

Alexa says:

don't be stupid

please

Ashley says:

I'm not. I know what I'm getting in to

Alexa says:

You don't know the half of it

Ashley says:

Too bad.

Alexa says:

Well I guess I can't stop you

But if you get into any trouble you'll have to find your own way out

I'm already trying to save Ash

And I'm not sure if I can even do that

Ashley says:

We just have to try

Alexa says:

Yeah

but where do we start?

Ashley says:

I'm not sure

Contact people in the midwest area to look out for her?

Alexa says:

Yeah

Ashley says:

Like Atreefrombeginning

Alexa says:

Yeah

even though I don't know who that is

Ashley says:

I don't have a twitter because I tried to use my email but it wouldn't work. I made up about 10 different emails and each one wouldn't work.

Alexa says:

hm...

Hes already gotten to you...

Ashley says:

I don't know if this is erlated but I have heard alot of cases in this situation but I have been getting frequent nose bleeds and a really bad cough.

Alexa says:

Ash had that at one point I think

Ashley says:

I think only a cough.

But she always got sick.

Alexa says:

Well, looks like you're in on this for good

Ashley says:

As long as I get Ash back

Alexa says:

How did you hear about this?

Ashley says:

Well when Ash went missing I went on her Twitter, I remember her typing her password in once and she turned the computer away so I couldn't see what she was doing on there

Alexa says:

I didn't think she cared if her friends knew

Ashley says:

Then I looked at everything then I tried to look him up on the internet but my computer would shut down. I tired to access it on multiple computers but it wouldn't work

So this is where I'm at. Getting involved.

Alexa says:

You know,

you can back out

Ashley says:

No

Alexa says:

You can leave it to me and probably be safe

Ashley says:

I refuse.

Alexa says:

Please

I don't want another person drug into this

Ashley says:

No

Alexa says:

................

Ashley says:

.

Alexa says:

Have you seen anything weird?

Any odd looking humans or creatures?

Ashley says:

When I think about it I think I saw something move in the trees when I was walking in the woods the other day.

Alexa says:

What did it look like>

Ashley says:

I don't know but it had a fluent movement, like it was under water.

Alexa says:

Like an octopus' tenticles?

I know I spelled that wrong...

Ashley says:

Yeah

Alexa says:

Well you're screwed./

Ashley says:

Oh well.

Alexa says:

:\


After that she got disconnected and hasn't been on since. Go figure.

Friday, April 8, 2011

41

Ash's twitter and youtube account are gone. He's trying to erase every bit of info about her.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

40

Hello, Demon. I see you've found me again. Did you like those bullets Jason shot into your chest? I can imagine they hurt. You should be more careful. Everyone in West Virginia owns a loaded gun that hangs over their mantle or front door. Jason and Lilly and James are so scared. I can't get them to come out of the basement. I tried to explain to them that it's me you want. Just like Ash. You took her, didn't you? Well don't worry, you skinny bitch. I'll find her and I get you for taking her. Bullets might not work but something has to.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

ANOTHER NOTE FROM THE BLOG AUTHOR

I'm going to start working on this blog again, along with writing a comic with a friend about Slendy. Please pretend no time has passed since the last update. Thank you. :)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

A NOTE FROM THE BLOG AUTHOR

Up until now I've been anal about not breaking character, but now I believe I owe it to the few fans this blog has.

I know the story has taken a boring turn and I'm sorry. I tried to keep this going as long as I can to give me something to do but at the moment some things have come up and I can't work on the story or post as often as I'd like.

I'd like to thank everyone who has been reading, all my followers of the blog and twitter and all those who read but haven't followed. You've been great. I also like to thank whoever posted links to HIALR on 4chan's /x/. When I first saw a post about it shat a brick wall of joy. :D

Ok time to give this blog back to Alexa! Bye bye! <3

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Sorry

I named James without introducing him to you all.

James is Jason and Lilly's nephew. He's you're typical over emotional goth kid. He's staying with us for a while. And he's in a band. Yeah. :\

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Thing have been weird. Time skips and I don't know where it goes. One minuet I'm washing dishes, the next it's three days later and I'm out on the porch listening to James and his band play out in the garage.

I'm confused.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

38

I was out walking around the large yard with Budders when the big teddy bear ran away from me and a few minuets later came back with my purse. I thought it was left somewhere in Delaware. Usually I leave it in my suit case but the day after Jason and Lilly found me, I found my suit case near the spot where I was dumped and my purse was gone.

In it were my usual things and one very big thing I only saw once before. It's one of Dante's sketchbooks, a newer one. In it is the little doodles of girls he's killed. I took some photos since there's no scanner here, but they're low quality because I took them with Lilly's camera phone.

The Cover.

The inside cover. (He had some fruity handwriting.)

First page.

Second page.

Third page. "My" page.

Fourth page. Oh, look who it is...

Fifth page and the last. The rest are blank. It's me wrapped up in a sheet... A bloody sheet... And I'm dead.... :\

Monday, January 31, 2011

And Now a Word from an Angry Bitch

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck. You.

Yes I miss him. You know damn well I miss him and if I ever get my hands on you I'll kill you myself you bastard. Fuck. You.

The Man Who Killed Me

I just got done reading all the way through the saved MSN convo between Ash and the man who killed me.

His name was Dante. He was 21 and was fucking insane.

He told Ash that he was a schizo and lived with his grandmother ever since his father went insane and killed his mother then himself. He also told Ash that he killed me to protect me. He had her hanging on his every word.

The truth is, this Dante was a disgusting piece of shit.

He told his family that mom and dad left him alone in the middle of the night around the age of 13. Said they just up and left him alone. The truth is, Dante lived on his parent's farm in New Jersey. One day he just snapped. He killed them both then threw their bodies in a wood chipper Fargo style, put a bag at the end where the shit flew out and dumped it in the pig's feeding troth. (sp?) Whatever was left was burned over and over until it was just ash, found a way to crush whatever bones were left and spread the remains in a river.

He was sent to live with his grandmother, the only person who would take in his weird ass. All his other family thought he was a creep and they thought the same about the grandmother.

Some time later gradmama died and no one knew. Dante didn't really notice she was dead and the entire time lived with a corpse. Because the rest of the family didn't like them, they never checked in to make sure all was well and no one knew she died. Doesn't help that she lived in the middle of Bumfuck'd Egypt, meaning no close neighbors to report the smell of rotting flesh.

He told me all this before he killed me.

First he knocked me out and kept knocking me out until we arrived to his house. I awoke sitting at a dinner table with him and his grandma (Ugh). It sort of reminded me of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre because I was tied up so I couldn't move.

Then as we... Well mostly he ate, he told me all about his parents. Never said a word about his grandma being dead. He even talked to her. He told me she was old and couldn't move much and had no will to talk. No shit.

He just kept going on and on about himself. Then he stopped and said, "You don't need to tell me who you are. I know all about you."

Then he went on talking about how he took me to save me and how I was going to be his wife and I'd obey him. Ash believe him when he told her he just wanted to save me from the demon, but you know what? He was just jealous. He didn't want the demon to have me because he wanted me for himself.

When I said I didn't want to be with him he got angry and hit me. He screamed at me to take it back but I told him to go fuck himself. I wasn't going to go from being stalked by an unholy creature to being the "property" of a psycho killer. For a while he was pacing the floor thinking of something to do, then he said, "Ok, I'll give you one last chance. You become my wife and obey me and do as I say or I'll..."

And I interrupted him. "You'll what? Make my life a living hell? Good fucking luck, it already is one."

For a while he just stood there with no look on his face, just staring at me... Then he took a knife to me. Stabbed me over and over and finally cutting my throat.

Then I died and came back to life. According to the MSN convo, the "tall one" (demon) came after Dante with the newly risen me at his side. I don't remember it but I killed Dante and somehow got left behind in West Virginia. Weird.

Even weirder is that I don't have any scars where I was stabbed or where my throat was slashed. :\

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I'm Back

Death is weird. I died and went someplace I had never imagined.

It was dark. No walls, no floor. Just a bright light shining down on a few chairs forming a circle.. I was with a group of other people. We all looked at each other with confusion on our faces. Then a man came out of the darkness and stood in the center of the light. He looked like one of those laid back hippies you'd find in Amsterdam smoking pot and listening to Bob Marley. Dirty blond dreadlocks and all.. He asked us all to sit down and we did.

He welcomed us to what he called "The Support Group for the Newly Dead" and it made me think about the Handbook for the Recently Deceased from Beatlejuice. He knew all our names but asked us to introduce ourselves to the rest of the group.

The first person to do so was a young man about in his 20's. He was shaved bald and had tattoos all over himself, including a swastika on the side of his head and the words "white power" on his forearm. His name was Adolf Joseph Hart. Said it was obvious by looking at his tattoos why he was named that. Said he was raised to believe he was superior to all the "blackies" and jews. But he said the reason he died was because toward the end of his life he was starting to realize what an idiotic thing that was to think. His brother had killed him when he found out Adolf was going to remove his tattoos and back out of the neo-nazi lifestyle.

The next was a little black girl. Her head was also shaved but not as close as Adolf's. She didn't speak much English so the man with the dreadlocks acted as her interpreter. I can't remember her name. It was a bit hard to pronounce and I'm no good with odd names. Anyway, she was only 8 years old and she was sold into slavery in her home country some place in Africa. Her master killed her when she tried to fight him off as he raped her.

Then there was Lucy. She was a 20 year old suicide victim. Lived a life so horrible I don't even want to repeat her story. Sorry.

After her was Edgar. He was an old man who from the moment I saw him I knew something wasn't right about him. He refused to talk so the man with the dreadlocks did it for him. Edgar was once am elementary school turned serial killer. He was never caught but when the police find his body in the lazy chair where he died, they'll find that his house was a crime scene containing around 5 bodies, his yard hiding around a dozen more and the surrounding woods hiding only God knows how many more on top of that.

After him was me. Even dead no one believed the story.

Final the man with dreadlocks introduced himself as Michael and that was it. No reason for being there. He was Michael and he was there and that's all we needed to know.

He talked for what felt like hours, mostly about the afterlife and what it hold for each of us. He described Heaven and it sounds much more amazing than the Bible ever made it sound. And Hell, so much worse than anyone could imagine.

After the meeting was over, we all stood up and he addressed us one by one and assigned us a destination.

The little tribal girl and Lucy were were sent to Heaven, the nazi was given a second chance at life to show he really can change, Edgar went to hell and Michael said I needed to stay so we could talk a little bit more.

"It's not your time," he said once everyone was gone.
"I don't know what you mean," I replied.
"You shouldn't even be here. As a matter of fact, you never should have been put in this situation."
"What situation? Death or whatever the heck's been happening to me since September?"
"Both."

I sat back in my chair and looked down at my hands. I must have started crying because he sat next to me and hugged me. "I don't care if it's my time. Can't I just cross over or whatever the hell it is I'm supposed to do? I don't want to do this anymore."

He chuckled and looked up at the light shining down. "Nope. It's not your time. Can't cross over unless it's your time."
"So what are you going to do, send me back?"
"Yep."
"When?"
He looked over at me, smiled and said, "Right about..... Now."

Then I woke up in a bed in a dark room. I could hear something moving around. I was a big dog. At one point it came over to me, go up in my face and licked my nose. Thanks, doggie. I love you too.

I fell back asleep and woke up to a very tall man, with a face, staring down at me. He had to be at least 7 feet tall, if not taller. He had long brown hair and a face sort of like a vulture, big nose and beady eyes. Also, the dog, a mastiff, had crawled up into bed with me and was staring at me like this: O____O

"Good mornin' Sleepin' Beauty," the man said. "Feel like eatin' breakfast?"

At this point I didn't feel like doing anything other than going back to bed but I accepted his offer of breakfast without question and followed him into a kitchen.

Sausage gravy and biscuits. This could only mean one thing.... "What state are we in?" I asked.
"West Virginia," he replied.
Yep. Knew it.

"How did you find me?" I asked.
"My wife found ya up in the woods behind the house. You were knocked out cold and wrapped up in a bloody sheet."

I just looked down at my biscuit and silently nodded.

"You know how ya got here?"

I shook my head.

The mastiff put his head in my lap, nearly crushing my legs, and grunted as he looked up at me. I like mastiffs. They're big and sweet. "Whats his name?"
"Budders," the man replied.
"And yours?"
"Jason. You?"
I thought for a minuet. Should I really give him my name? Ah screw it. "Alexa."
"Well Alexa, where are you from?"
"Delaware." I lied.
"I wanna know how you ended up here. And so will the sheriff when he comes here."
"I don't know, I just... Sheriff?"
"Yep. He's coming to check you out, see if you're ok and then take a statement. People don't just show up in other people's yard wrapped in bloody sheets."

I thought quick. I wasn't going to tell Jason about what's all been happening.

"It was my pimp," I said.
Jason sort of choked on his coffee and looked at me like I had arms coming out my ears. "Pimp?"
"I didn't choose to become a prostitute, it just sort of happened. Ran away from an abusive home and fell in with the wrong crowd."
"Ok, but why did your pimp dump you here?"
"Because I ran. I didn't want to be a whore anymore and I ran away. He caught up and tried to kill me and I guess he just dumped me here."

The rest of breakfast was silent and that lie made me feel like I needed a cold shower.

Around noon the sheriff came along. Questioned me. Offered to take me to a hospital but I declined. Then he asked if I needed a place to stay. I said yes, but I didn't want to stay at a homeless shelter or woman's shelter. Too dangerous for a "girl like me."

So Jason's wife Lilly said I could stay here for as long as I want. I accepted. I also won't say where "here" is. I don't want that freak who killed me to come after me again.

Monday, January 24, 2011

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Friday, January 21, 2011

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Monday, January 17, 2011

it was a trap

that bitch. how could she do this to me? i followed him with her in his arms to the warehouse and i went in and theres no other rooms it's all one fucking room! no red door they just vanished.

fuckfuckfuckfuck.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

she's gone

she's gone he took her i saw him i'm going to kill him she'll decompose if she's not kept cold. damn him damn him damn him!

SHE'S MINE!

Friday, January 14, 2011

i'm sorry

when i found out she was here i searched for her.

i wanted to see her.
i found her.
i thought about talking to her but i decided not to.
i watched her from a distance.

she was so pretty. most men want a sick figure girl who wear more makeup than a drag queen but not me. i wanted her. he was on the thicker side and her skin was naturally beautiful.

so pretty.

and that bastard came along and she took to him. i wanted that to be me. me she cuddled up with.

then the bastard put her up in a ratty little motel and vanished and so did she.

when she came back i tried to tell her he was gone. i saw him and the tall on. the tall one killed him.

she was confused. she wanted to know who i was and i told her everything.

she got scared and tried to run and i told her it was dangerous that the tall man is looking for her but she tried to run and i had to stop her.

i didn't want him to have her.

i did it and i'm sorry and now i regret it.

she's with me now. i wrapped her up real nice. the snow kept her cold and now so does the freezer and when the spring comes i'll give her a nice resting spot somewhere in the park. it's pretty there in the spring. not far from the zoo so she can see the animals every day.

i'm sorry. i shouldn't have done it but now she's safe.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

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I don't really know whats going on.

I'll start by saying that the Plague Doctor is a friend. He was protecting me. When it started getting too cold he'd come and find me and wrap me up in that cape thing. I'd fall asleep in his arms. Then one day I woke up in a motel room. He rented a room for me to stay in.

We both stayed there for a while. I can't remember what happened after that. I woke up what felt like a year ago in thick woods. I walked around in it for what felt like days. Then I found myself walking along train tracks. They led to a concrete factory.

I looked across the woods from the factory and saw a trailer park. By now I had no clue where I was. I didn't know if I was in another state or just another town. I walked along the woods a bit more. Around the trailer park/concrete factory they're not nearly as thick as as when I was in the endless woods. Once I got to the end of them I saw that I was next to a road.

For some reason I looked to the side and found my suitcase sitting next to a tree with all my things in it. Then I looked up. There was a camera tied to a branch about 15 feet up. I couldn't reach it. I'm clumsy and uncoordinated and wasn't about to try to climb the tree to get it.

So now I'm in a library. I'm still in Delaware, thank God. I'm going to try to find that hotel we were in. I'm sad that I missed Christmas and New Years. Not that I would have done anything special.... Whatever....