This is your Captain Speaking

Hello, everyone! Captain Wonderful addressing you here! I figured after all the comments Sadie's made about me that it's high time I introduced myself. She's a little mad that I've hijacked her computer but when she mentioned she had a blog, I just couldn't help but get in on the action!

It was probably an accident that she mentioned it. She really is a bit cross. But it's been a while since I've seen head or tail of the Fear groups, and being alone is really such a stupid thing to do in the Empty City if you want to survive.

I'm not dangerous, you know. Just trying to help. You see, the Empty City is the place where all the Fears gather, so anyone who can survive it has an edge up on all those things you're trying to battle. Like that Trenderman, he comes around here a lot, and I know you all really would love to hear ab



God damn it, it's Slenderman, not Trenderman. This is Sadie. The Captain is insisting in very loud tones and threatening me with a frozen fish not to delete what he wrote. Quite honestly I don't want to deal with the fish so I guess you guys will have to deal with this update. I honestly don't



Hello, this is the Captain again! .w. I'm trying out these emoticon things teenagers are so fond of. That one's really quite adorable, isn't it? Anyway, I'm hoping someone out there can actually give us a small hand with getting out of here. I know Sadie's been doing nothing but asking questions about leaving.

But you see, the Empty City's constantly rearranging itself. We need someone on the other side to find a Door and send a signal. My outside contact currently isn't answering, so if one of you folk could just find a Door and blow a foghorn really loudly at the entrance until we get there? Thanks loads, mates.

Shadows

I read a little about them on some of the sites the Captain told me to look up, but I don't know, seeing them is much more terrifying than reading about them. They haven't done anything to us yet, though the Captain assures me as soon as I try to leave they will. They're supposedly people who were corrupted by the City, taken to serve it forever by doing its will in our dimension. They're people of order than can order your spine into a perfectly straight line...which is bad from what I remember of health class. Your spine's supposed to be curved.

Consider me strange, but...the Captain's similar to them, in a way. He likes things organized too. I haven't talked to him about it because I don't know what he'll do, and so far he hasn't shown any sign of reading this blog so I figured for the moment it's safe to ask my readers. He will organize anything. Like, he'll straighten my shirt if he thinks it's off center, he always organizes his food into a perfect little platter. (I mean, I didn't know you could organize soup and Rice Krispies but I guess you can.)

He's been nice. He's helped me find food. But at the same time, I don't think it's weird to be suspicious. He was the one who came to me in our world before I came here. And he just showed up out of the blue in this city, as though he knew exactly where to find me.

He still won't tell me how to leave. I think I'm going to chance asking him again.

Still Alive

I'm okay. I just want to start off by announcing that. I think that I'm going to be okay.

It's been weeks since I've written a post, I know, but I guess from what the Captain told me time sort of...goes by really quickly here? I'm not sure, I guess I'll need him to repeat a few things.

So yeah. I'm with the Captain now, and it's a long story, but he's insisting I write down all of my thoughts so I'll just go ahead and tell you all about it. When I last wrote a post, I was stuck in the Empty City. I got all of your responses, whomever you may be. (Apparently I'm not the first one in this place, though the Captain being here is a pretty obvious answer to that.) I'm not exactly sure what these Fears are other than hellspawn or why something like them would be allowed to even exist, but there's no point in debating over that. I'm in the Empty City. I was in the Empty City for quite some time. I took Proxiehunter's advice and scavenged around for what I could. I took a rusty pipe for a weapon and managed to dig up some food from a creepy grocery store. That's the thing about the City, you always feel like you're being watched. I think it's probably because the City is alive.

I haven't had to use the pipe yet other than whacking the Captain a good one when he starts rambling. (Man is hella crazy.) He's the only other person I've met here and technically I wasn't supposed to meet him. He says most people don't survive the City or ever leave, but he says he's going to help me because I'm important. He found me yesterday, chipper as can be, and he took me to a place with food and a power source for my computer. He says he'll be able to get me out of here eventually. I don't know if I should trust him or not, but he hasn't exactly tried to harm me yet. He's told me a lot about the City and a lot more about stuff I don't really understand quite yet, but I guess I should really try to in a place like this.

He says that once the City finds out we're together, shit's going to go down. Apparently the Captain can shield us from the City's eyes for a time with a salt ring. It seems really silly, actually, but he claims that salt has been a holy protection for mankind since mankind began. He seems to know quite a lot about weird stuff like that. Nothing bad's happened yet, though. But the City gets mad when its prey is taken, so we don't have much time.

I'm going to stay with him for now. He's told me to write a lot in this blog because contacts are important for people in the City. The more you contact people, the less alone you are and that is exactly what the City doesn't want. It does make sense.

He's weird, this Captain, but...I guess he grows on you. I still miss my family though. And my friends. Even you, Mrs. Rigby. You all are probably worried sick, but I can't leave this City until the Captain decides to get me out. But I am safe and well-fed and haven't been attacked by any of those 'Fears' yet, so I guess things could be a lot worse.

Thanks again for everything, people who've been reading and responding. It means a lot that someone out there at least knows where I am and what I should expect.

Help

Okay, I know more than just Mrs. Rigby has been reading this, so whoever is reading this, I need your help. Bad.

Situation: I have absolutely no idea where I am. When I was heading home from an after school study session with a few friends, I saw this door down an alleyway. Big door. Really big and really unique looking. It just caught my attention right away, and as soon as I looked at it I started walking towards it. I couldn’t stop myself, no matter how hard I tried. My legs just wouldn’t stop moving.

When I went through the door, I came out in this weird city. It’s weird because there is nobody else here, at all. I am the only person I have seen in two hours. And the scary thing is that the door disappeared behind me and I haven’t seen one like it since. I don’t know how to get out of here.

My phone doesn’t work, but after an hour I realized that my laptop, for some reason, has access to this unknown wifi. I tried contacting the police through the internet and I got ahold of them, but they seemed to think I was playing a prank. I sent emails to my parents and they haven’t responded yet.

I’m trying this post so that someone out there knows that I’m lost and I need help. The door showed up in an alley just southeast of W 20^th Street and 7^th Avenue.. City of New York. State of New York. United States of America. Maybe for some reason I let the door close behind me and that made me unable to reach it for some reason. If someone could just open the door, or send out a search party, or something, I’d really appreciate it. Mrs. Rigby, I’m sorry this blog post isn’t up to your expectations but I think rescuing me from this creepy ass place is a little more important.

I don’t feel like I’m in any danger. I mean, there’s nobody else here that I can see. But I’m terrified. I’ve been walking down streets as far as I can and the city just keeps going and going. I’ve probably lost where I originally entered from. And I don’t know, I just feel like I’m being watched, even if I can’t see anyone around.

I’m really scared.

Somebody please send help.

Window

For today’s update, I would just like to state aloud to the entire world that I hate little brothers. The little shithead has started leaving these prank notes on my window, and then when I call him out on it he plays all innocent and goes crying to Mom that I’m bullying him. Like I have the time and patience to put effort into bullying my younger sibling. I swear, middle children have it the worst. Have to live up to the expectations of the first, always the one to blame whenever the younger one does something.

I don’t even get what these stupid little notes mean anyway. “When you see the Door, do not be afraid.”? “The best things always happen in Threes.”? I mean, what the crap? Do video games really damage your brain that much? He probably got the idea from a video game though. Maybe I’ll look up this Door shit later so I can get him back somehow. Or maybe I’ll just flush the toilet while he’s taking a shower. It’s simple, yes, but the little squeals he makes when the water goes cold are just inherently satisfying.

In other news, I saw that creepy weirdo again, but at least this time I didn’t have to talk to him. I don’t even think he saw me. He was skipping down one of the main sidewalks on the way home. Skipping. I think he probably escaped from a mental asylum or something. If he approaches me again I’ll try calling a few places. At the very least I’ll have something interesting to blog about.

Mrs. Rigby, my life is pretty normal. I know a lot of people go around saying that, and people will argue against it, saying ‘oh, your life is probably more interesting than you think’. I didn’t say my life was boring. I just said it was normal. Aside from the few odd things happening every now and then, I go to school like everyone else, I come home on days I don’t have softball practice, I do homework, and I chill. Weekends, I do stuff with friends. I’m not exactly sure what you want to get out of a blog like mine or one of my classmate’s. Yeah, we’re writing every day, but if we’re going to bore you to tears doing it, it’s kind of pointless.

I should stop complaining. At least I get out of tests.

I just looked up and there’s another stupid note on the outside of my window. My little brother’s going to get it this time.

“You will never be truly Lost.”

What the actual crap, he’s pulling this shit out of his ass now. I’ve probably hit five hundred words on today’s post, so I’m going to end here and look for someone to give a pounding to. Goes by the name of Steven and likes putting stupid little notes on my window when I’m not looking.

Primadonna

Though I doubt anyone but Mrs. Rigby is ever going to read this, I figure I might as well introduce myself and this blog.

Hello. My name is Sadie and I’m a seventeen year old with a fondness for all things bright and beautiful. This blog is a school project given to me by my English teacher. The project is this: write a personal blog daily for a month and I’ll get to skip tests.

I love writing. I hate tests. It was a pretty easy decision to make.

Mrs. Rigby suggested writing about every detail of the day, but I think that’s rather boring, so instead I figured I’ll just note the interesting details. If there aren’t any interesting details, I’ll cleverly exaggerate boring situations like girls my age tend to do on a regular basis anyway.

Mrs. Rigby does like cleverness.

Anyway, I’ll start off my first blog post by writing about the interesting event of the day, which so happened to be at the nearby Starbucks. I go there for coffee every afternoon. It’s a nice place to get a drink and do my homework. I didn’t have a lot of homework today, so I won’t write about that, but I will write about the weird guy I saw there today.

He was probably flirting with me or something. I don’t know any other explanation for his weirdo behavior. But I do know that he looked as though he specifically came over to my table for whatever reason. He was dressed weird too. He looked like something out of one of those English novels they force you to read. Maybe a Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights, only not depressing. This guy was definitely not depressing. If anything he was sort of maniacally happy to see me.

He asked me if I was excited. When I asked him what for, he seemed confused for a moment. After a moment, though, he perked up and told me that he must have gotten the times mixed up, and I’d know what was going on soon enough.

I asked him who the heck he was. He told me to call him Captain Wonderful. ‘Just Cap for short if that’s too much’. I told him to fuck off. (Sorry, Mrs. Rigby, you know I have a potty mouth.)

Yeah. Complete and total weirdo. He tried to swipe at my coffee mug too, telling me that it ‘wasn’t in the right spot’. Creep. As if I haven’t got enough creepy men in my life already.

Each blog post has to be five hundred words. I’m still short. Maybe I’ll end it by describing the wonderful coffee I had today. ‘Oh beautiful espresso taste o’er amber waves of caramel, with whipped cream mountain majesty, all in a pure white cup…’

Yeah I don’t have a lot to write about, do I? This is probably going to be a lot harder than I thought. I may actually have to write some personal stuff on here. Hopefully my brothers aren’t reading this.