Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Fuck this. Here's the truth.

This shit's all been one fucking lie. A little attempt at a fucking story, a game of follow the fucking leader. The first post is legit. Everything after was all just a terrible attempt on a fucking horror story. I'm not a great writer so excuse me. It was all fun but I think I'll just sit on the sidelines and watch the grown ups do what they do best.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

What happened.

Alright so I was making my way to Kentucky, simply because I'm still on the run, but I just can't help but try to stay close to Illinois, just in case "he" reaches my family. So I hitched a couple rides to get there, but the last ride I took, I fell asleep. Turns out, the guy I hitch hiked off of was a fucking proxy. Instead of waking up in the truck he drove me in, I woke up in some kind of run down suburban home, tied up in a single chair, in the middle of a dark room, with a single light bulb hanging above me. Yeah, I thought I was in some kind of cliche' interrogation room you'd see in some cop film. There was about two guys in front of me, not saying anything, and one guy guarding the door behind them. One of the two in front was the fucker who brought me here. The other one? Guess what, it was the same fucker who's face I messed up. He was wearing some kind of tribal mask or something. Not the Hawaiian kind, but more towards the Native American kind. How did I escape? The guy guarding the door actually snuck up behind the two and wacked them both in the head with my bat. I asked the dude why he did that, so the conversation went somewhere along the lines of this:

C: There's no time for this, he is approaching, just run out the door as fast as you can. You'll see me again soon, I know you will.
A: Thanks. Do you have a name?
C: Caroline.
(At this point, that just added more shock, as I thought "she" was a "he")
A: Where should I go?
C: You're already in Kentucky, close to the border of Indiana actually, just head to left once your outside, take a right and you should be somewhere safe, a place with friends. Now just go!

I followed her instructions and eventually, I was out. I reached the point she told me to go to, but when I was there, there was a white van with what seemed to be runners waving their hands back saying "C'mon! Let's go! Hurry!".

But he was right behind them. They didn't notice. I stepped back, shaking. I tried to warn them but my throat couldn't cough up any words. That's when I blacked out, waking up about 10 feet from a burning white van.




There were no bodies.

Monday, May 2, 2011

...I saw the bastard. I shook uncontrollably. I thought I wasn't scared. I thought I could handle it. I was wrong.


My whole body is shaking so bad right now. I'll report on what happened later, when I've calmed down.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Am I Violent?

Got the fuck right out of Indiana. Too paranoid I might have been in the same town that Zeke was. I think i'm in Springfield now. Back in Illinois, but not home. I'm also running out of money, as some of the Starbucks force me to buy over-priced coffee, just to use their god damn internet. Oh! And exciting news, I met my first proxy! Bashed the fuckers face in. Oh yeah, I bashed it good. Lucky for him, I was too chicken shit to kill him, so he's alive. Couple broken bones, a broken face, and broken everything, but he's just a little unconscious. If he happens to read this post, tell pencil dick to fuck off. Same goes for his little girl scouts too.



-Aeron

Friday, April 29, 2011

I found this saved as a draft.

Hey guys, Aeron here (No shit idiot). Anyways, I was browsing blogspot yesterday and found this saved as a draft. Yeah, alternating capital letters. Cliche' as shit, and it's been done so many times before, but hey, I digress.

Anyways, I copy/pasted the draft here in quotes, and to be honest, I'm just creeped out that I found this as a draft. I mean, it was saved as a draft, on my profile. My guess? A cocksucker that likes pencil dicks, which is most likely the case. Speaking of which, I haven't met one yet, and I'm anxious to trash some shit. Fuck, sorry where was I? Oh yeah, the draft.

"ihAvEbeenwatchingyouRproOgressaNdiamquiteentertainedofyouractionsbutunfortunatelythefunendshere"


Yep. Oh hey look, it just fucking happens to spell out "AERON". Seriously, unless I developed a split personality, pretty sure it was one it's fucking slaves. Welp, I'm breaking out the 'ol bat. Peace guys.



-Aeron

Sunday, April 24, 2011

...I think i'm in Indiana now. Let me guess, memory loss? I lost my stuff too. I used to call bullshit on how the other bloggers magically always had a laptop and wifi near them. Not anymore. I'm lucky to even have my laptop. Lucky to be alive. I'm getting some weird stares from people in this Starbucks. I'll update when I can.




-Aeron

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Bad Idea.

What's happened? I realized that if I stay there, he'd ask questions, call my parents, thus leading to endangering them. I'm going to go to an old childhood friend's house and I'm just going to tell her to let me say there for a night or two, without letting her parents know. Since it's a week day, No one will be home the majority of the day. Upside? Got a place to stay. Downside? I'm left alone. Vulnerable. Easy to attack. And again, alone.
Hopefully, she won't question my appearance. Or weapons. Or why the fuck I'm in Chicago.

Take care guys.


-Aeron