i see a red door

So I'm on my way to Chicago.


I don't know why I'm doing this.


I should be hiding in the bushes outside an all-girls school in New England, like my teenage aspirations, only a lot more  morbid.  Instead, I'm going to one of the largest cities in the country on the hunch that there'll be something waiting for me in or around the Ferris Wheel on Navy Pier.


I'm not sure what's there.  Or who wants me to go there.


Maybe it's that...thing that was in King's head, before...


I really need to explain that one day.  It's just hard to remember, honestly.  A lot of what happened, what brought us to this point, is absent from my mind.


Maybe there are some answers there.

the fuck?

What the hell is this?  Sis?  Is that you?


Is it some sort of code?  I don't get it.  What're you trying to say?


I probably could research this or something, but I'm busy stalking Smiley.


If someone can tell me what the hell that post means, great.


...I hope it's Alison, anyway.  Or Jeanette.  Or even Tara.  I miss them.


Why not just come out and say something, though?  Why obscure it in some dumb word puzzle thing?  There's something off about this.  Something I'm not seeing.


It's probably not too hard to crack but I really don't have time for now.  Only weapons I have are Jeanette's--the knife and the revolver, and I'm terrible with both.  She was showing me how to use the knife when well you know.  Gone.


Have to go.  I can still get some searching done before it gets too late.

I Think She'll Know

I still can't find her, and neither can I.  I'm still looking, though.


I love her.  I hope, through the weird teasing and stuff I did on these blogs, you people know that.  I love Jeanette.


I love Alison and Tara to, but, like, family, you know?  I wanted to be with Jeanette.  Wanted to be hers.


It...it's come for me, again.  It's sending more people...more things after me.  I don't know what I should do.  I don't know what I can do.  There used to be no blood on my hands.  I was the innocent one.  I talked a  big game of not being innocent, but I was.  The way it mattered.


Some would say it doesn't matter if a proxy dies, but I don't know.  I don't know how this thing is using them.  Maybe it's forcing them.  Maybe they don't get a say.


I don't know what it is.  What it looks like, how it acts.  Why it doesn't just come and take me like it did the others.  Maybe it's better I don't know.  Maybe that's what keeps me safe.


Anyway, I'm on the road.


There's a place on the East Coast that girls and boys have started getting flowers at.  And then...do I really need to explain the rest, at this point?  I'm headed there.


Jeanette and Alison aren't here.  Not even Tara.


If no one else is gonna hunt Ol' Smiley, guess it's gotta be me.

Less BS

My name is Alice Mason.  You might also know me as Chelsea Balisong.


I am all that's left.  I don't know what happened to anyone else.


All I know is that that stupid fucking boy shot himself in the head.  Or something.  I'm pretty sure he's dead.


Regardless, something came out of him.


And then everything went black, and when I came to, I was alone, in our hideout, with a tape that had that initial transcript on it.


People have come after me since.  I've been killing them.  I think they're proxies but, in my state, they could be police or girl scouts for all I know.


I haven't been able to find anyone.  There's been no fucking sign.  I'm alone, and there's something else out there now.  I think it's hunting me.  I think it has them.  Or maybe Smiley does.  Or one of the other couple dozen collect-em-all monsters of the week that are out there, somewhere.  I've honestly lost track on how boned we all are.  With so many monsters, you'd think someone would notice all the bodies, or people disappearing, or some fucking thing.


It's amazing Cracked.com doesn't have a list, top five people mysteriously killed by mysterious evil.

chimera

I am completely, 100% sane.

hydra

I still have trouble figuring out how it came to all of this.


Everything was going so well.


And now, we're all fucked.


Everything's gone wrong.


We lost.


Game over, man.  Game over.


I don't know where anyone is.  I'm all alone now, and I'm lost.


I miss them.  I wish they'd come back.  I wish I could find them.


But I can't.  They're gone.


They're not here, and I am alone.

janus

Unknown Male 1: Okay, open and clear!

Unknown Male 1: No contacts, sir.

Unknown Male 1: Sir!

Unknown Female 1: Sir? I think I found someone. Female.

Unknown Female 1: Ma’am?

Unknown Female 1: Would you like me to check, ma’am?

Unknown Female 1: No, ma’am. Just unconscious. I’ve tried to wake her, but...

Unknown Male 1: We have contact again, sir.

Unknown Male 1: There are two of them, ma’am.

Unknown Male 2: What are we supposed to do, open their fucking eyelids?

Unknown Male 1: One of them has an eyepatch, sir.

Unknown Male 1: Dark hair--

Unknown Male 1: Let me get a light on--

Unknown Male 2: What...what is that...

Unknown Female 1: Oh...oh god...I...I thought....

Unknown Male 3: Sir? Ma’am? We’ve lost contact. With...with everyone. Can you advise?

Unknown Male 3: Sir, please advise.

Unknown Male 3: Fuck this. We’re initiating evac. I want everyone out of this shithole ten seconds ago.

Unknown Female 2: Sir!

Unknown Male 3: Wait, hold on. Isn’t that...

Unknown Female 2: What...what happened to him?

Unknown Male 3: I’m not sticking--

And the rest is silence.

And in case you didn't realize it, I am not Jeanette.