Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I don't really know where to begin
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
i dont want this anymore its not fair it needs to stop dont let it go on
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Goodbye
godplessforgiveme
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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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
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
40
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sorry
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. :\
39
I'm confused.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
38
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
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
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
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
fuckfuckfuckfuck.