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Walked for a while, tried to clear my head. I'm in a motel right now. Bought the room with my saved emergency money. I have about $56.23 left to my name. No other source of income. Food is going to be a problem. And these pills... Just picked up some more of them. I need them. I don't know what is going on, but I need them. When I don't, I feel.... weird. I don't want to get into it. I really don't want to run out of them.

So, answers. If anyone is still reading this blog, I'm sure answers are something you're looking for. I'm looking for them too.

Stacy got onto this blog about a year ago. She posted some things that..kind of come as a shock to me. The biggest shocker being that it was a year ago. The part where I died? Not so much.

A little more than a year ago, I started updating slower and slower. The truth is, I was looking more and more into that book. It had...things.. in it. Sometimes when I read it, I would eventually pass out. Sometimes, I would just put it down and walk around my house aimlessly. I had this all on camera. A lot of my older footage is gone. I also got some information from.. thoughts, I guess I could call them. They're not my thoughts though. It's the shadow.

I'm just as confused as you are, but I'm going to come right out and say what I know.
I know for a fact that I was in a state of mind that I wasn't merging my footage and Adam's. His footage was, however, appearing on mine, but through no editing of my own. Most of the videos I post here are unedited, save for cuts during long periods where nothing happens.
I know that I may have become delusional. But I know what I saw. There are things out there, and they're still there. The man in the suit, and the shadow. I don't understand either of them are, or what their goal is, but I understand what they're doing now. I've included some photos from the journal to back me up on this. All are from Adam, I think.


They have a choice. One they have presented to so many before. They spend weeks and months selecting their victim before they push them into insanity. As a reprieve, you are offered an out. They will allow you to end your life. Once you do this, you will be free of them, but they will move onto someone else. Your freedom for some other poor victim. The other option is to continue living with it. In horrible insanity, until you die of natural causes or finally put a bullet in your fucking head. You prevent someone else from dealing with it until you die. It basically determines whether or not you want to escape immediately or are kind hearted enough to put up with it to save someone else. Adam made this choice, but he wasn't strong enough to keep it away from me. I understand though. I'm not mad at him. ..I just miss him.

"I wish I could ask Austin. He could help.
But they don't let me talk to anyone.
The tall man says I'll have a choice to
make. I wonder what."

Choice -> Death/Eternal Agony.
"They say if I don't die I'll save (Austin)?
But I want to die."

Now, here's the thing. I don't remember making this choice, but I know I made it. And I'm alive right now, and posting this to the internet, so I'm alive. Without the pills... I can definitely see where the insanity part comes from. I need to stay on these pills, but I'm not going to be able to afford them for much longer... things are going to get bad.

The other thing - Stacy. I legitimately don't know what happened to her. By all that I know, you're supposed to know who the next person is, unless they decided to stop telling you. They never said anything about Stacy, I'm sure of that. I've tried calling her cell phone, but she must have a new one or it's dead or something. I need to know what happened to her. Once I get my bearings, I'm going to make my way to her house.

Now, that seems like a lot, but I really don't know anything else besides that. I got that information out of what little I could from the black book, and just what is in my memory. Something had to have happened to me after I made the choice. I died. I was buried. I don't know where, I'll have to ask Stacy, if I can. Or maybe I'll try visiting my mom. I'm honestly not sure which is going to be worse to endure. I'm back from the dead, after all. But yeah, dead. Legitimate death, I was buried in the ground under a gravestone.

"Bleed before death"

"PLEASE NO"
"I won't do it. You can't make me."

"I don't want to die."
"HE WaNTS Me TO"

"Tomorrow."

"Mom? Dad? Is that you? Please help me. I'm so scared."
"Today. Last call. I have the rope. I'm sorry Austin. You're next."

What appears to be a drawing of
a hanged man. The last drawing by Adam.

These entities, whatever they are.. surely I can find out more about them. Maybe I can stop them. Maybe they can't be stopped. I really don't know anymore. Need to talk to Stacy.

can't stay here. something has happened to me. there is a flash drive in my pocket and other files on this camera. will update when it is safe. need to pick up some more pills.

new

just got back from the store. picked up some supplies. new phone. new everything.

wake up

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Post By Stacy Seburn

Uh, hi. I'm Stacy Seburn. If you've watched Austin's videos, you probably know who I am.

I found out about this blog a couple weeks ago, and I noticed that there were a few people following him on here.

Austin died on December 5th. He called me that night, begging for me to help him. With what, I had no idea. I went over to his house, and... he was on the floor, dead.

I hesistate to post this, but I am also confused about it.





His camera had been set up on his desk, and this was the last file on it. The file is labeled just ten minutes before I got there. There was no blood on his face when I saw him.

He died of a heart attack, and that's about it. There was nothing special in his death, it just kind of happened.


I wanted to tell anyone reading this about what happened to Austin, but I also wanted to explain away a lot of the things that have happened here.


Last July, my brother Adam killed himself. He and Austin had a closer relationship than anyone I'd ever seen.

They had always wanted to do a short film. Adam had come up with the idea of a tall man in a suit, a face with no features and expression. This fictional concept was to be the basis of the film.

After Adam died, Austin lost it. He took Adam's things, his camera and computer and said that he wanted to go over things that they had done. He kept calling me, and hanging up. I tried to answer every time, but he wouldn't speak over the phone. Eventually, he came to my house, camera in hand, speaking pretty vaguely about Adam and was acting fairly strangely all around. Looking back on it, I was pretty rude to him. I left to wash my hands. When I came back out, we talked for a few minutes about the man in the suit, and he wanted anything Adam might have had about it. I looked, and all I could find was an SD card, which is the same one he had been using in his camera when I found it.

He became obsessed with the man in the suit. From what I can tell, he edited Adam's videos into his own, pretending that it was all real. Even the journal of drawings was his. Every page was in his own handwriting. The video of Adam finding it - that wasn't Adam. It was Austin. He became a very dangerous and delusional person.

It must have been too much for him. He had a heart attack and died. That is the end.

I apologize to everyone who followed this, thinking something important was happening. There was no man in a suit. The diamond symbol, well, I'm still not sure about it. It probably means nothing as well.

None of it was real. Austin became delusional, making these videos. It was not his fault. Adam's death was just something he could not handle.

He was a good person, before any of this happened, and he will be missed. His funeral was on December 8th.

Thank you for reading.

Austin Wolfe 1991 - 2011
Adam Seburn 1990 - 2011

Patience

It can't be done. It's...fucking impossible. Something prevented me from dying.

Something.