Monthly Trips
In July, I saw the A̸b̶a̶n̸d̷o̴n̶e̶d̶ ̵r̵a̴i̶l̴r̵o̵a̸d̷ ̴t̷r̸a̴c̴k̸s̵,̶ ̸a̴n̷d̶ ̸t̶h̷e̷y̸ ̷w̴e̷r̷e̵ ̸h̵i̸d̶i̴n̴g̷ ̷s̶o̶m̷e̷t̴h̸i̴n̴g̴ ̸t̸h̷e̸r̸e̵.̸ ̷I̷t̷ ̴w̷a̵s̸ ̷n̸o̴t̴ ̴c̵l̷e̸a̴r̴ ̷w̸h̴a̸t̴ ̵u̵n̶t̸i̷l̶ ̵I̶ ̸w̶a̵l̵k̴e̸d̵ ̵p̷a̷s̵t̵ ̸t̵̜́h̴̢̋ȅ̶̳ ̵̤́s̵͚͛t̵̻̏ȃ̶̝t̷̝̋ȕ̵͚ḛ̷̎ ̶͕͗o̸̧̊f̵͕̈́ ̶̬̓K̸͙͝á̶͖ṫ̴̯ŭ̵̺ļ̶͋u̴̪͂ ̴̯̾s̴̨͒t̷̤̃ô̸̳o̵̢͐d̴͓̀ ̸͓̇t̵͔̆h̷̛̩e̷̿͜r̶̳̃ȩ̷̛,̴̮͋ ̴̡͘ọ̶͝r̴̥̊ ̸̺̾p̸̢̓e̴̯͌r̷̮̍h̸͍̎a̴̞͐p̵̘͛s̵̮̽ ̴͈̽ḧ̷̰́ė̴̤ ̵͗ͅw̷̝̾á̸̤s̵͕̓ ̸̬̀s̶͈̃i̷̱̅t̶̫͆t̵̖́ì̴̮n̴͙̿g̴̰̈́.̵̡͐ ̸͉̆Ḫ̷͗i̴͖͆s̸̼̽ ̸̦̚f̵͌ͅë̸̥́e̵̪͛l̵̫͒ẹ̶͗r̷͕͂ș̴͑ ̷͔̇s̴̛͙e̵̡̒e̸͙͛m̵̠̚e̸͓͊d̷͕̅ ̵̲̈́t̷̗͘ő̵̱ ̵̭̎h̷̪̆a̷͓̔v̷̪̉e̶̮͛ ̸͖͒m̵͉̆o̸̻͝v̵̯̂e̸͓̕,̸̜͝ ̶̲̔a̷̛͇l̸͍̔t̵̖͝h̸͉̽ȍ̶̙ṵ̷̏g̶͓̑h̴̰͘ ̴̢̑t̵̽͜ḣ̸̫e̶̻̊y̴̱̍ ̸̫̄m̵̝͛ă̵̲d̷̄͜e̷͙͘ ̵̜͋o̶̭̽f̷̥̂ ̶͕̐s̴̛̯t̷̥̂o̵̺̔n̸̲̾e̷͍̋.̵͙̽
August Logs
I saw a quaint little shack. It look pretty nice, but it was nothing like last month’s find. The feeling of it is still lingering. I have this odd sensation that there is something else in this town. Maybe it is the odd sensation of that there is something behind me? Perhaps somehow my future is no longer mine like it belongs to something else, maybe someone else? When ever I think of tomorrow, the only thing that comes to mind is the ѕ̵̢̢̞̠̖̣̦̥̈́̑̈́̇̚͝͝т̸̱͉͊̄̀̔̉́͂͛̋̔̂̑͒̚͘ⓐ̶̻̻̤̗͋̒͆͑͂͐̿͋͛̏̑̎̕т̴̛̬̬̫̰͖̹͍̰͑͑͑̓̈́͒͑̽̔͘͝͝𝐮̵̹̪͙̯̮͚̲̓͆̾̽̃́̇̈́̍̕͝ͅ𝐄̵̧̧͓͙͉̺̣͙̖͍͇̦̼͐͌̅̓̕̕͝ whenever I think of next year, or even ten years down the line my mind keeps wondering to the same place. Those train tracks, past the doorway.. There was no door there. I didn’t think about it then, but it is odd. Like they didn’t care about keeping anyone out.
September was an interesting month. It was a bit unsettling. There was usable information in one of these urban sight (for once). More details if you click the hyper-link.
IMPORTANT: UPDATE TO THE INVESTIGATION
Hey guys! Here is the update that I promised!
I got in touch with one of my fans who does this sort of thing for a living. Although I am a bit disappointed. I’ll detail more in the page.
