My back hurts like hell but I'm on a mission to write about all the tapes from Daniel and goddamn I'm gonna finish it. I only have 2 of these left.
I've been thinking about all this. Y'know, the shapeshifters and the missing people and everything. I've seen your Archive thing and it's just hard to accept. But in my heart, deep down, I know it's all true. It hurts to realize that. I know y'all reading this blog don't care - you didn't live there, you're not phased by it like I am. Or Daniel too. We're in the same boat, just 60 or so years apart. I want to help y'all, and that's why I'm doing this. I don't know if it actually helps or anything. Feedback would be nice. But anyway, I know I should quit whining. It's just that 4th tape. I was part of the Walker Creek Hunting Association myself. They ran the Hunting & Bait store, seemed like nice people to be honest. I forget the name of the guy who led it....doesn't matter though. Guess he was an alien too. Even the most innocent, nice things about Walker Creek are twisted now. Hunting, friendly people, the Harvest Festival even. The tape says they hunt people down during it. I started this blog with nostalgia and rose tinted glasses but now that's shattered. The only reason I'm even still here is to help Daniel and solve this mystery. It'd be nice to see the end of this before I die. Once it's over though, I don't see the point in this blog. Remembering Walker Creek isn't really a nice thing to me anymore. I'm rambling way too much and for that I'm sorry. Next time I'll write about the whole election between Ederson and Brown. This blog probably wasn't helpful to anyone but I guarantee the next one will be. - Trevor
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