Case number 2658: Journal 1 entry 2

10.29.16

5:00
Good morning everyone, we are now headed to Amsterdam and I gotta say I love driving, with my husband driving that is. I get to take in all the scenery around me and he gets to focus on the road. He also gets to choose the music, I think it's an okay sacrifice, most of his German or not are pretty good. And with all the speakers and subs we have makes it 10 times better.
9:00
We've been driving for four hours now. The canvas seems to be blending, the different landscapes now seemed to become one endless stream of trees, fields, small bodies of water, and the occasional town. We're almost to Berlin, I think I'm going to take a nap.
11:00
We finally made it back to Berlin. The few miles of no speed limit really helps you get to where you need to be in good timing. The first time I came to Germany and road on the autobahn we almost died. Some idiot with bikes on his car didn't secure them enough. And when you're driving at about 100 or so mph you don't have that much time to either slam your brakes or swerve out of the way.
14:00
The driver is getting tired. He's been driving for about 10 hours He's depending on the loud music to keep him alert, part 1 of his tired driving techniques. Part 2 is all the windows down. Part 3 usually ends up with him falling asleep but still safely getting us to our destination. We're about 7 hours away from Amsterdam, I'm sure he can drive for another 3 or 4 hours. In the meantime I'm going to hang in the back and smoke a bit. I do my best work when I'm high, especially writing. I feel like my brain constantly makes a story out of anything I see or hear or smell that day. I've been jotting a few of them, they're more like snippets of a much bigger story I event created yet. And some are pretty good, a few a bit sketchy, but mostly pretty decent. Maybe I'll add a few to this journal, my favorite ones. It's always good to have your best work backed up somehow.

Have you ever sat in the trunk or bed of a truck and watched the cars driving behind you? I find I oddly satisfying. Watching the strangers in their vehicles singing, arguing, dealing with a whiny kid, or getting a little bit too comfortable, if you know what I mean. I'm sure we've all done it but you won't find me doing that at 75mph to literally no limit. I can already hear the news report.

       "A couple was found dead at the scene of a tragic accident. A husband and Wife, identity unknown, were found dead in their vehicle at 1pm today in a, well, odd position. The wife  being only 22 years old  was lodged between the steering column and her husband's mid area with severe neck and throat damage. The husband, 25 years old, was impaled by a metal rod with his mouth hang in open. More on this story tonight at 6pm."

No thank you. I don't even want to think about what would be going on in the minds of friends and family at my funeral. I'm sure it would definitely be a closed casket. Nobody wants to see their loved ones forever displaying the image of oral sex on a highway. No. I won't give Fox the satisfaction.
19:21
My husband is too tired to go on and it's dark and I'm too high to drive. Thank you weed. We're going to camp for the night some forest close to Amsterdam. I think we only have about 2 more hours to drive but to be honest I want one more night with nature before we park the van and get lost between bars and motels. Forests are way scarier at night. Whenever I look out there I get this weird feeling that there is something out there. Something hidden in shadows watching me. And I hate not being able to see them. This why I don't swim in most bodies of water. If I can't see anything under me and I start feeling fish swim past me good luck trying to calm me down. Seaweed is the main culprit for my fear of water, I feel like it's going to get tangled around my foot and drag me down. A slow death is the worst death.
20:00
Finally , we found a camping spot, it's right by a lake too. I can hear the stream from inside the van. I wish it was day time so can get some good pictures of this place. But that'll have to wait until morning I guess. My husband is making dinner tonight. Meatballs with French fries covered in his amazing gravy sauce with a little jelly on the side. They sell this at the Ikea in Berlin. I first tried it with his grandma, such a sweet old lady. The sweetness of the jelly goes great with the gravy. The only other dinner I like with sweetness is spaghetti with sugar. You can thank me later.
00:33
 I can't sleep. My husband passed out immediately after dinner. I resent him for that. The ability to shut off his brain, power down, and fall asleep in less than 10 minutes. I'm up for at least 2 hours thinking of the most random possibilities and alternate universes.I can't help it. I try to stop thinking but then I just hear my voice talking back to me. The voice I hear thinking about these Different possibilities is almost ghostly. To me it doesn't sound like me, but it slightly does. I can't quit get a good sense of how it should sound out loud. Like if I heard someone who happened to sound just like the voice in my head I wouldn't know. It's so alien to me, but so comforting at the same time. They say that if you saw someone who looked exactly like you you wouldn't know. Because you've only ever saw yourself In a mirror. I call bullshit. I'm pretty certain I know my looks fairly well to identify my face on someone else. But that's just the know-it-all in me. I'm not 100% sure, but I do have my doubts about that theory. What if you could identify yourself on another body and you saw someone who looked just like you. But they had a better life. Everything that you wanted to accomplish or succeed in they did. What would you do?
2:00
It's 2 am now, still can't sleep. I keep hearing noises in the forest. Twigs snapping, distant yelling, and I'm pretty a rock or something flew against my van. It was loud enough to make me jump. I was going to go outside and check it Out but having a love for horror movies I know how that could play out. So instead I turned on my outside cameras. I have 10 cameras total in and on my van. 8 outside and two inside. I can see everything around my van without having to actually go outside. That's paranoia for you. I've been watching them for about an hour and a half now haven't really seen much. A deer walking by, some lights in the distance, and a few Smaller animals. To be honest I don't want to see anything. Some idiots trying to scare us sure, I'll just wake my husband and he can take care of them. But what if I saw something else, something not human or used to be human. I am definitely a believer when it comes to the other side. There's no doubt in my head and all though I enjoy the scary movies or stories I will never try to find evidence of it.

So, I made some tea and tried distracting myself or at the least tire me out. I played a few video games, smoked a more than a bowls, and made very unhealthy food. Now I'm laying on my bed, headphones in to block out the distant sounds,  hoping that I eventually pass out. I decided to leave the cameras on just in case there is in fact someone just trying to scare us, we passed a few houses on our way up, that's a possibility right? I'll watch the videos in the morning when I have the sun on my side.
3:45
we're not alone here. I woke up to go pee and when I got back to my bed and noticed my husband wasn't there. I check the whole van, even went outside to call for him. Finally I checked the cameras and I do not like what I saw.
2:30
about 15 minutes after I fell asleep, Just outside the full view of my camera I saw shadows moving between the trees. I couldn't make them out But some definitely looked human.
3:00
 is where things start to pick up. On the rear camera facing our back doors a figure appeared. He stood there looking at the Windows for a good 10 minutes. He was quit tall I would say at least 6'7 if not 7 feet tall. His arms hung lower than his knees and his legs seemed to have no end. Like they were apart of the earth itself. He wore a farmer's hat with the matching overalls and checkered Shirt. But his clothes were torn in various locations. Old and dirty.
 3:20
 our front doors opened.
3:25
my husband got up. He watched me for a few minutes and began stroking my hair. I would've believe it to be sweet and comforting if he didn't have this weird smile on his face. It was slightly distorted, one side pulling unnaturally further up, stopping just midway to his ear.
3:30
He gets out of bed and makes his way to the opened door. He walks outside, turning his slightly to left he began advancing to the forest.
3:44
A shadow appeared by the bed, covering my view of myself.
3:45
The shadow vanished. I saw my hand reach up and fall right on my face.
4:00
Now I know what you're thinking. Leave. Forget about your husband and get out of there. It never ends up good chasing someone in a dark forest with shadows lurking. But, like so many others in horror films, I can't just leave him. If that were me and my husband didn't come looking for me I would haunt him for the remainder of his days killing the women he tries to move on with. That being said, I grabbed my flashlight, put on my Cross and stood at the doors. I stared out into the forest for about 5 minutes trying to gain the courage to go after my best friend.  But soon I found myself sitting on my bed watching the cameras. I haven't seen anything, but I've heard a lot. The snapping twigs became loud bangs against my van. The once distant yelling became quiet whispers in my ears. I can't stay in here. I'm afraid if I do that thing will come back And he won't be so friendly this time.
5:00
I've been searching for an hour. I haven't seen a trace of my husband. But did see many other things I wish I could forget. There was an abandoned building not too far from here. It looked like a big shed. I searched it. When I first walked in I thought I saw my husband standing in the corner but when I blinked the figure was gone. The whispers stopped but there was a faint laughing. I walked further in and I found a door hatch in the floor.

Everything inside me told me not to go in but my husband could be down there. So I opened the hatch and climbed down the ladder. When I reached the bottom the smell that engulfed my nose and filled my lungs was putrid. It was like rotting fish with equally rotting eggs and death. I started my search moving to the closest wall. There were drawing hanging on the walls, they looked like they were drawn with coal or charred wood. Some depicted the sacrifice of  a child, others were crudely drawn scenes of some kind of orgy. Only instead of human they were demonic looking beings. Some having horns, some having elongated fingers, and others ripping into the bodies of those they were... fornicating with.

As I moved along the basement floor I found my way to another door in the far corner. Looking back I could barely see the hole I climbed through, faint moonlight showed the ladder. I tried my hardest to open the door but it wouldn't budge. Not giving up I searched the room for a tool to break the door down. An axe. Rusty and very old but still reliable. I made my way back to the door and lifted the axe above my head. Right when I was going to bring it down the door opened.

I walked inside, axe still in hand, ready to cut through anyone or anything. My light was starting to die so I had to make my search quick. I walked the distance of the dark little room finding nothing but more creepy paintings and a few old books. There was a doll sitting atop a book shelf and swear I saw it move. Not finding anything I headed back to door. Slam! The sound of the door slamming shut almost made me miss my pants. Maybe it was just the wind? Is it ever the wind?

Suddenly I felt this cold air on my neck, coming and going. Like someone was breathing right behind me. I kept as still as I could, going rigid all over. The axe in my hands felt useless, I almost dropped it feeling it would do me more harm than good. I stood there for a good minute or two before bolting towards the exit. The breathing on my neck had stopped and a voice in my left ear said this to me.
"He who is no longer yours."
I reached for the door, opened it, and ran as fast as I could. I started up the ladder, I almost made it out when this giant shadow appeared above the door and pushed me back down. I landed hard on the concrete banging my head a little too hard. A ringing came into my ears and a bright flash blinded my vision I couldn't move for a bit. So I sat there trying to regain my senses when I felt a hot stinging sensation crawl from my shoulders to the base of my spine. That was enough. Ignoring the screaming pain that was radiating from my head down I climbed the ladder. As I ran through the forest it seemed the closer I got to my van the louder the screams and the laughs got, soon it was all I could hear. My feet moving with no sound, my heart beat virtually non existent. The voices began to take over my thoughts. Images of death and shadowy figures flooded my brain.

I finally made it to van. I climbed in the front and started the engine. I began driving not knowing where I was going, it was still too dark and the roads were too windy. I stopped when I found myself in front of the old shed I just escaped. I stared at it for what I thought was eternity, looking for any danger that may be heading my way. Nothing happened. The van wouldn't start anymore and I tried everything. I couldn't help but think about where my husband is, what is happening to him, and what did that voice mean.
5:50
Still no sign of my husband. I lingered on the idea to go back out there but after inspecting my back I couldn't. On my back was three long what looked like claw marks. They didn't hurt anymore even after pouring alcohol on them. But there was a slight burning and tingling feel to it, every time I moved I felt them.
6:00
 The voices faded away.