Louisiana

I haven't been here in years. When my parents split way back when, dad kept me with him in Indy, while mom went down to Louisiana to be with her side of the family. Sometimes I would fly down and visit mom, up until I hit my teenage years. It's been an awkward childhood, I'd say.

Erin's taking a nap downstairs, I'm up in a loft. My old bedroom from being a kid.

Mom was surprised to see us. I take it dad never talked to her about us coming by. What can you do, I suppose. Nonetheless, she took us in happily, and it felt as if I was just down for another visit.

Despite being followed by a killer.
Despite said killer dispatching its minions after us.

We realized we were being trailed around in Florida by hollowed, when one apparently approached Erin's Aunt, asking if they knew our whereabouts. Her Aunt luckily realized telling them would be a bad decision, and kept her mouth shut. I guess the hollowed took this civilly and left.
We managed to get out of there without much trouble though, which is a godsend.

When we got here, we went to mom's and left our stuff, and went out to meet Bay.
For those of you wondering, Bay is a childhood friend of mine, and... well, she's just a friend.
She's also, unfortunately, infected. I suppose she got caught up in this like many others, out of curiosity.

We asked to see the Masked girl, but I guess she's been laying low for awhile now. Bay assumes she'll be back out sometime soon, and when she is, I've got so many questions to ask.
She's been running for two years now, according to Bay.

I hope she's out tonight.
-Jamie

This is getting repetitive

Heading off from Florida tonight. Erin thinks it's a good idea, considering how we saw the goddamned Slenderman yesterday. He was in broad daylight, she said. He was looking at her family. Her little cousin.

Needless to say, we overstayed our welcome.

She's out at the grocery currently, getting supplies. We've been running low on cash (gas is ungodly), but I was surprised to find about $400 in my bank account, along with a text from my dad.

'Check your bank account. Sheila [Erin's mom] said you could use a little boost. Spend it wisely, come home safe and as soon as you can'.

If I hadn't said it before, I'll say it again. My dad is the most supportive, caring person in my life. I miss him so much. ;___;


Erin just came in, she's got groceries and other helpful things. I take it we'll be leaving in about an hour.

In case you're wondering, Erin and I talked it over. We're going to Louisiana. To see my mom.
I haven't seen my mom in years. I... I'm scared. I'm resentful.
But I think I should see her.

I've also heard a low rumor of there being a runner around my mom's town.
Bay told me last night over a Skype chat. Apparently it's a girl, she's got a white mask and runs around in a fur collared jacket. She claimed one cheek of the mask has an operator's symbol on it.

Either it's a crazy teenager, or a Runner.

I hope she's a runner.

Princess was in the Right Castle

I've got her.


We're getting the fuck out of this town.


I'll explain later, but a quick word of caution.

EVERYONE, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF CENTRALIA. IT IS NOT SAFE.