Restless tonight

Cause I wasted the light

Between both these times

I drew a really thin line

It’s nothing I planned

And not that I can

But you should be mine

Across that line


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the elevator

I'm In An Internet Cafe

I'm in an Internet Cafe in Middletown. I got here all right, but I can't hold down any food... I took a bite of a hamburger at McDonald's and had to spit it back out again. My stomach hurts. Bad.

I saw Miss Corinn's change to the time of "vudofo," so there's no need to worry. I'll be OK... I figure I'll start into the building at 8:30ish, which gives me some time to find a way into the Silver Garden. I can only hope I'll be there in time to help Katrina.

I'm Leaving Now

When I sign on to AIM later tonight, please don't all IM me at once. It's going to take up memory space on my phone and it might crash... Please, just move to BRINGINGDOWNMISSCORINN as quickly as possible, and we can start chatting. I don't want to waste time.

AND, I discovered mobile blogging. If I see anything I think you guys should see too, then I can take a picture with my new phone and text it to my blog, so you can see it.

Well, I'm on my way. Wish me luck, everyone... I'm going to need it.

I'm Leaving For The PhoenixFire Corp

Today is November 17th.


As I'm sure you know, today is VUDOFO. Which we never did figure out, did we? Anyway, as I've promised, I'm going to do a bit of investigating tonight. I've been looking through all of the important sites to try and find some information, and I discovered a few things.

First, Miss Corinn changed the EVENT for vudofo, giving a time-- 8:30. So, that's when I've gotta be there. Second, her latest poem leads to http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/mountain.htm, which seems like it's going to be the place to be tonight. Which presents a bit of a problem... if they're going to kill Katrina tonight in the Silver Mountain, then that means I'm going to have to get to the Silver Garden if I want to save her.

... I'm terrified.

I don't know what secrets (wink wink, nudge nudge) I'm going to uncover, but I'm sure they're not going to be pretty.

Last night I dreamt of flames again. I dreamt the flames were all around me, and I woke up with what looked to me like a burn on my right hand. It faded in about ten minutes, but I know I saw it. I was all sweaty, like I had actually been in a fire.

I have felt strange all day, to be honest... I've been dreading this day for so long, and it's finally here.

I'll post again when I leave for Middletown. Until then, wish me luck.


Tomorrow Is The Seventeenth

The 17th of November has been approaching (one day at a time, in fact) for a while now. I've been dreading it ever since I realized something bad was going to happen, and now it's almost here.

With each hour that passes, the knot in the pit of my stomach grows ever tighter. Each tick of the clock brings me closer to the PhoenixFire Corporation's headquarters, closer to the truth, closer to vudofo.

I'm not sure how well I'm doing right now... I just keep thinking about Katrina and the ropes and the needles, and pills and four-leaf clovers and lies and secrets. (*wink wink, nudge nudge*)

I've been practicing typing on my cell all day, typing random things in text messages that I don't send. I've gotten pretty good, and I'm trusting myself that I'm gonna be able to get info to you guys tomorrow night when... well, you know.


Interesting Night...

OK, well, I signed on to AIM to talk with everyone, and we went into the bringingdownmisscorinn chatroom. Katrina signed in and gave us a little more information about her situation.

Guess what? This "Tabitha" that Katrina's been talking about? It's Miss Corinn! She's really Tabitha Plessing, who also happens to be Katrina's sister. Apparently Miss Corinn convinced Katrina to fake her own death to "save Frank..." I'm not exactly too clear on that. Katrina said Miss Corinn slipped her some pills that forced her to go along with it.

I had the idea that, just maybe, this is all a trap. It's a little far-fetched to be true, if you ask me. They lock this chick in a little room, give her a computer that can *only* get onto Blogger, and yet she mysteriously comes online, goes into our private AIM chat, and begs me to save her?

But then again, Frank did chat on her screen name the other night. And it was definitely him... no one else could have known what I said to him when I first saw him for real. UGH! I'm so confused. The only thing I know is that I have to go back to Middletown on Friday. I have to.

And then Luke confessed his love to me. I'm still not too sure what to do about that, either. I mean, he's 16, and I'm 25. I don't know about England, but that's illegal here in the US. I have some things to think over, so I'm gonna go lie down for a bit.

I'm in my new motel, by the way. I used an alias, so don't bother trying to figure out where I am.

AND, thanks Robert for reminding me in the chat. I bought this really cool thing today, at Milford's Eckerd. An Energizer cell phone charger... if my phone's batteries die during whatever winds up happening Friday, I can plug it into this charger, press a button, and I'll have full battery again. That's going to be great.

Blorp and Pooge

First of all, I wanted to say I am sorry for flipping out on you all yesterday. What you were saying really annoyed me, with Frank being alive and working with the PhoenixFire Corporation to get them their subjects for sacrifice. It was very frustrating, but I think I've calmed down at this point. (Ahem... Teri... Frank Is Alive? Miss Corinn Rocks? I don't think so!) So, yeah. Sorry I was angry, but I just really don't think you guys are right about that little aspect of this whole thing.


I took some time today to walk around Milford and see the sights, as the saying goes. I saw a bunch of nice little shops, the Pike County Public Library, an Italian deli with really good sandwiches...

And I also went to the local Grand Union and bought myself a Fruit Rollup. It's strange how we need things from our childhood to stay sane... they sell single rollups these days, did you know that? Anway, this one was a "tongue tattoo" special edition. I opened it up, peeled away that plastic cellophane wrapper, and held it up to the light of the sun so I could see what the "tongue tattoos" were. To my surprise, it was basically a splat with nonsense words written in it... Blorp, Pooge, Zounds, etc. I don't know why you want to go around with your tongue tattoo'd at all, much less with the word Pooge written on it.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot... you're not going to believe who I saw walking the streets of Milford. That kid Jason from inside the PhoenixFire Corporation building! It looked exactly like him. He saw me and he turned around and walked away REALLY fast. I don't know why he wasn't in school, but he was definitely in Milford. It's kinda creepy, if you ask me...

I'm changing motels. I don't think it's a good idea to stick in one place so long, and I can't believe I haven't realized this in the two weeks I've been at the Hattree Inn. Milford's a big tourist town, so I have quite a few motels to pick from... I think it's better if I didn't post on here which hotel I was staying at. Luckily for me, Frank's money hasn't run out yet. Every night, when I go up to my room, I tell the clerk to bill me for one more day, and the credit card hasn't bounced back yet. This guy had a lot of money, I guess.

I didn't have that horrible dream any more last night, which is a good thing. I think listening to Finger Eleven as I fell asleep had something to do with that. XD


Sorry, Cell Battery Died

I'm sorry to everyone I was chatting with a few minutes ago. The cell phone died and I lost the connection. So here's what I was going to say.

Frank was really broken up about Cal's death. I talked to him on the phone that morning, and he was crying. To suggest that he has a connection to the PhoenixFire Corp. and is supplying them with subjects is... is... an insult to him, to me, and to anyone who is trying to figure out exactly what it is this corporation is doing to people. I don't understand how you can think that Frank was bad. He could not have been working with Miss Corinn... it just doesn't make any sense whatsoever. The Frank that I knew, and that a few of you out there remember, was a good person with strong opinions who would never willingly submit another human to sacrifice by witches. Without Frank, none of the things that are happening right now could be happening. We wouldn't know ANYTHING about Katrina or red24 or vudofo if it wasn't for Frank.

Think about what it is you're suggesting. It's simply preposterous, if you ask me. I saw Frank's dead body with my own eyes. You can believe me or not, but I did. He is dead, and the Frank that started the VOAP movement is dead.

I think that's what you guys were saying.

If this all turns out to be true, and Frank is bad, then I'm simply going to be shocked.

EDITED for grammar. Sorry.

Location Of Vudofo

Well, I joined Miss Corinn's latest web creation. And guess what? On the calendar, she has Vudofo scheduled for November 17th. I thought she claimed she didn't know what that was?

Anyway, it gives a location: Middletown, NY (which I've only just realized is extraordinarily close to my last name. This just keeps getting weirder.) I'm willing to betcha cash money that this big event is gonna take place in the PhoenixFire Corp's headquarters. And you can take this to the bank: I'll be there.

I wanted to come up with some way to keep you guys updated constantly while I attempt to watch the event, and here's my solution. See what you think.

I went to the local RadioShack today and I bought a cell phone with AIM capability. I'll use it for the next month or so and then take it back, so it doesn't cost me a whole lot. That way, while I'm in the building, I can keep you all updated on what's going on. Hopefully I'm going to be able to get farther than that freakin lobby...

Nightmare and Dreamscape

Last night I had perhaps the worst nightmare of my life. I was standing in what I can only call a silver garden. There were trees around me, but they looked rather fake. Of course, they were silver. There were silver flowers around me, and silver grass, and a silver sky. Somewhere up ahead of me, someone was shrieking. It was an inhuman scream... the sound of someone being horribly tortured to death.

I had to help them. I had to find them and save them. I began to run toward the sound of the shrieking. Something came out from behind a tree and stepped in my path. It had long, scraggly hair and dull, red eyes like smoldering embers. I turned and ran the other way and was met with a wall of flames. I could feel the searing heat on my skin. I could feel it. I turned back around, hoping, praying, that the monstrous human-thing would be gone. It wasn't. It was consumed by the fire, and it stood in the middle of the crackling flames, a dark silhouette against the background of red.

And then I woke up. I was sweating profusely, as though I was still surrounded by fire. I wasn't fully awake, and everything seemed like it was happening in slow motion. I looked up and I had the crazy sensation that I could still see the dead thing's glowing red eyes above me, but I figured they had to be ceiling cat's eyes and I rolled over to go back asleep. Then I woke up and looked at the ceiling again, but they were gone.

I'm considering going back to the PhoenixFire building to see what their specialist has to say about that dream. It really freaked me out.

Wow. I need to stop spending so much time at that place... I'm starting to think like they're a legitimate business.


So, I saw Miss Corinn has created a social networking site for F!PR. I can't believe she still thinks there are people out there who actually believe in her... we have to give her credit for trying. I mean, after what happened the other night, with Luke telling her about Frank and then Katrina going silent... It's pretty obvious she's the one keeping Katrina captive.

I'm gonna make a profile and see what she says about me. Talk to everyone soon.


HA! (Randomness)

I felt like I should blog... just to show y'all I'm still alive. But I don't really having anything important to say, so I'm gonna talk about entertainment news. I caught Access Hollywood last night, and I realized that I've been out of touch with news for a while now.

For example... Britney and K-Fed are getting a divorce. And she broke up with him through a text message. Wow, I'd be furious. And guess what? They're now calling him Fed-Ex. Whoever came up with that is a genius.

And... Borat. Who is this guy? He's everywhere!!! He's got a movie, he's in the papers, he's being interviewed on news shows... apparently it's, like, some kind of character-turned-actual person. That's kinda weird... he's fake, but he's showing up in real life. Wacky idea, isn't it?

And also, what happened with Faith Hill? I heard she was angry at the CMAs, and then it was supposedly a joke... That didn't look like she was just kidding to me. She seemed furious that Carrie Underwood won. :? Whatever. Celebrities.

And have you guys heard about the shirt guitar? That's freakin awesome. http://www.smh.com.au/news/technology/a-shirt-that-rocks-your-socks-off/2006/11/13/1163266483990.html

Yeah, so that's all probably really old news to everyone. I just thought it was interesting... considering I've been out of the loop for a while. I'll probably be online later, but for now I'm gonna go off in a corner and read my book. "Christine" is getting good... Stephen King's a genius. (wow... I almost spelled that with a J. Long month.)


My Trip To Middletown

Well, I've had an interesting day. I went to the PFC HQ, like I said I would. I took a taxi... Milford's got this cool little taxi service called... um... Milford Taxi. I used Frank's credit card. I figured it probably wouldn't have gotten back to the credit card company that he was dead yet. If it comes back to me later, then whatever. I'll deal with it then.

So, I got to the PFC HQ at about 12:00. I thanked the cab driver and asked him to pick me up outside the building in an hour, and he said he would. So I went inside.

Almost everything was the same as when I was there the other day. The same plants, the same color walls, the same couches. I noticed two things different right away, though. First, there was someone sitting on one of the couches. I'll get to him in a minute. Next, Erik was gone, and there was a girl in his place.

I walked up to the desk and I read the girl's nametag. Other than the nametag, and the fact that her hair was longer than Erik's, I probably wouldn't have known they were two different people. They were wearing the same clothes, had the same facial features, and were reading the same book. Anyway, the girl's nametag said SHIRL AWEROOKE. (Immediately, I thought of Rook/Raven/Crow).

"Hi, Shirl, I was here the other day and I talked to someone named Erik." She nodded, without looking up from Miss Corinn's book. "He said you guys have a job opening for an event coordinator?"

Now she looked up, and I could see her trying to figure out if she recognized me. For a minute I was scared, and then I thought, insanely, "Ceiling cat will save me!" :) And then I could see her let go of the possibility. "Yes, we did have an opening."


"Yes. We filled it."

Uh oh. There goes my "in" at the company. "Well, that's a shame," I said. "I was looking forward to working here. I've heard so much about the PhoenixFire Corporation."

Shirl brightened up. "Have you now? Would you like to talk to a customer service representative?" I nodded, and she picked up a phone I hadn't noticed. She spoke so quietly into it that I couldn't hear, and then she hung up. "We will have someone with you shortly. Please wait on one of the couches."

And she went back to reading her book.

So, I walked back to the couch. The person sitting there was a kid, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. I sat down next to him, but didn't say anything. Before much time had passed, he turned and looked at me. "Was he close to you?" he asked.

I was shocked. "Who?"

"Whoever died. Did you know him very well?"

Now I was beyond shocked. I was creeped out. "How did you-"

"You have bags under your eyes, I can tell you've been crying, and you aren't wearing any makeup. And... I just know. Someone died. Did you know him very well?"

I nodded, trying to keep myself from crying. This kid could see right through me. I'd thought I'd gotten myself together, but I guess not. "He was a good friend of mine."

"Well, I'm sorry he's gone," the kid said. "You look like you could use a friend or seven right now." I thought of ceiling kitty again, but said nothing. "My name is Jason," the kid said. "What's yours?"

"Luisa," I said. "Luisa Ekmel. Why are you here?"

"I've been having strange dreams lately, and I heard this place offers dream interpretations. I've been waiting for a while, though, and I don't think anyone is coming."

"What kind of dreams?"

"Oh, I don't know... like, standing on the edge of a lake... everything's foggy... and I see something moving inside the lake, and then I wake up."

My skin prickled. This kid had been dreaming about the Lake of Departed Sorrows, it sounded like. This was getting weirder by the second.

Just then, someone called out, "Hello, Miss?" I looked up and saw an older man standing there. He beckoned to me, so I stood up and walked over to him. I probably should have said goodbye to Jason, or given him my email or something, but it didn't occur to me until I heard the door shut behind him.

"Hi," I said, holding out my hand. This old guy was dressed just like Shirl and Erik, but he seemed to have more personality; his cheeks were ruddy and he had crow's feet by his eyes. His nametag read "VICTOR M. STUCERESE: Customer Service Representative. I wasn't even going to try and pronounce that, so I said, "Victor, my name is Luisa. I've heard a lot of good things about the PhoenixFire Corporation, so I wanted to come see for myself."

"Have you now?" he asked. "What in particular?"

"Well, I've heard positive things about Miss Corinn's Psychic Readings website." I kicked myself. I hadn't wanted to give any clue as to why I was there.

"Yes, Miss Corinn is a personal friend of mine. Did you ask her for a reading?"

"No," I said. "I'm not really a believer in those kinds of things. I just thought, you know, for people who do subscribe to those ideas... She's supposed to be good..."

Mr. Stucerese nodded and leaned in conspiratorially. "To tell the truth, I'm not really a believer myself. But she's a really nice lady. And, well, I have to be nice to her." He stressed the word have only ever-so-slightly, but it was enough that I noticed it.

"And why is that?" I asked before I could help myself.

"Because that's my job!" He smiled, and I couldn't help but smile with him. It crossed my mind that he might have some psychic powers of persuasion himself, but I tried not to think what would happen if he was able to read my mind.

"And, Miss Corinn's quite a talented poet."

"Yes," Victor said. "That she is."

"What other programs is the PhoenixFire Corporation involved with?" I asked.

"We give free dream interpretations to locals, and we sponsor certain projects that promote awareness of the metaphysical realm. For example, the Dial-A-Psychic Talk Show. And we give tours to local schoolchildren."

"I understand there's something happening this Friday?"

"Yes," the customer service guy said. "We at the PFC are celebrating the birthday of our founder, Jakob Plessing. We're having a variety of company activities as well as a few special events online."

"Like what?"

"Well," he said. "Nothing I'm allowed to discuss."

We stood, looking at each other for a little while. Then I said, "Well, I think I'd better be going. My taxi's waiting. It's too bad I'm not able to help coordinate your events."

"Yes," he said with a faraway look in his eyes. He seemed to have been turned off suddenly, as though someone had decided that he was done talking.

So, without saying goodbye, I turned and left. I think Shirl said something to him, but I couldn't hear, so I didn't bother.

I went outside and saw the taxi was waiting for me already. Surprised, I looked at my watch and saw that it was 1:00 already. Time inside that building had gone much quicker than I had thought; at most, it felt like 15 minutes had passed.

So, that's that. I couldn't get the job, and I didn't really find out much more about Miss Corinn, Katrina, or the Silver Garden. The mysteries just keep getting deeper, though, don't they? This kid has been dreaming about the Silver Garden, even though he doesn't know it. And that's just the one I encountered. Who knows how many more people in the area have been walking the path in their sleep?

Talk to you all soon, and remember: Ceiling cat is watching you!

((Sorry this post was so long.))


We Spoke With Frank!

Wow, pretty eventful night. Here's a quick rundown of what happened.

Ok, I was on AIM, and I was talking to Luke and Sylvia in the chat room. Katrina Plessing's screen name (shesheisi) signed on, and it was Frank.

He told us that, when he killed himself, he found himself in a big room with hundreds of other people. He said he stood there for what felt like years, and then he heard Katrina's voice. He looked up and the ceiling of this room turned to water, and he saw Katrina looking down at him. That's really creeping me out, to be honest. The lake is a room? Things are getting really weird. So anyway, he said he convinced Katrina to drink out of the lake, which put him in her body.

We asked Frank if he knew what VUDOFO is, and he said no. He then said that he has the same birthday as Jakob Plessing, which surprised us (obviously.) I went looking, and I realized that in his Oct. 17th blog post he said his birthday was November 17th. I guess I just never made the connection.

Frank was just about to tell us something about Miss Corinn when the connection cut out. Katrina posted on her blog saying Frank was gone.

I'm going back to the PFC HQ tomorrow, to try and find something interesting. I'm gonna tell Mr. Erik (whose name anagrams to I WORK HERE. pretty weird.) that I want the job, and see what happens.

I'm still on AIM, by the way... probably will be for a while.


Well, I've finally figured out why Frank killed himself. He wanted to save Katrina...

I went looking on Frank's hard drive, and I found a file called Nimbus. Obviously, that made me think of Katrina's message from Frank about the cloud. In the file was an email, and here's what it said:

DATE: Nov. 2, 2006
From: “XXXXXXX” plessingphoenix@yahoo.com
To: “Frank Dawes” frankdawes@yahoo.com
Subj: Instructions
Frank, we have Katrina locked up. We will release her upon confirmation of
your death.

I'm pretty pissed off right now. They didn't stick to their end of the bargain, and now Frank is dead anyway.

I'm going back to the PhoenixFire Headquarters tomorrow to see if I can find Katrina, or maybe just get some more information on whatever's happening on the 17th.

I'm on AIM, if anyone wants to talk. You know my s/n.


I Went To The PFC HQ Today

Well, I went to visit the PhoenixFire Corporation today. I didn't tell them who I really was, obviously... I said my name was Luisa Ekmel to see if it would get a reaction, and it didn't.

The building itself is pretty big. I guess they have some kind of factory in there... I don't know. It's ugly, too. Like, really gross. The front door is made out of glass, and it's pretty much the only glass on the entire front of the building that's not broken. I opened it and went inside, and I was pretty surprised at how modern it was.

The floors were silver, like metallic, and the walls were whitewashed. They had flourescent lighting and some pretty big-ass potted plants along the walls. The room you go into at first has some couches, and a table full of magazines... kinda like a hospital waiting room. There's a desk at the far end of the room, and a hallway leading off to the left and the right of the desk. I went up to the desk, because the receptionist was the only person I saw.

It was a guy. He had short black hair and glasses, and he was wearing a white lab-coat looking thing. His nametag said ERIK HEWOR. So I guess that's his name. I said, "Hi, I'm interested in applying for a job here."

He looked up from the book he was reading (which had the name CORINN where the author's name should be... I guess she wrote a book! I couldn't see the title, though.) "Hello there. What's your name?"

His voice was, like, really automatic-sounding. Like he'd rehearsed the lines over and over and over so much that he didn't even know what he was saying any more.

"Luisa Ekmel," I said.

"Well, hello, Luisa!" Erik said. "What kind of job are you interested in?"

"Well, what do you have available?" I asked.

"We're looking for an event coordinator."

"I can do that," I said. Not that I've ever coordinated events before. "When's the event?"

"November 17," he said. I almost asked him what VUDOFO means, but I decided not to. "It's short notice, we know, but..."

Then, for some reason, I really felt like I needed to get the hell out of that building. "Too short," I said, and turned around and walked away. I don't know why. Something in that place is very, very wrong, I'm sure.

So, I chickened out. I'm going back, you can be sure, and I'm gonna do better next time.

Talk to everyone tomorrow!


By the way, I'm feeling MUCH better. I'm starting to get over Frank's death.

And, I've been looking for the cloud, whatever that means... haven't quite found it yet. Clear skies today.


Never Coming Back

Frank shot himself! He shot himself in a motel room across Milford. He shot himself and he's dead.

I followed the police car to the motel, and they were bringing his body out covered in a sheet. I got out, and the police guy was going to turn me away but he saw how upset I was. He asked me if I knew who this might be, so I said yes, yes I knew him.

He led me over to Frank's body on the stretcher and asked me if I wouldn't mind identifying the body. I said I would like to, just to have some closure for myself, and he said OK. He warned me that they had found Frank's driver's license in his back pocket, so they already knew it was him, but some police procedural thing said someone involved had to ID the corpse.

So anyway he lifted up the sheet and oh my god there was so much blood... he shot himself in the head and now he's dead and I don't know what to do. I'm so depressed... I've been sobbing for the past three hours. They wanted to take me down to the police station but I wouldn't let them. The policeman was nice enough but he shot himself and...

My god. I'm not going to sleep tonight because I know I'm going to have nightmares.

Maybe I'll be on later to talk to you guys, but maybe not. It depends on how I'm feeling.

It's amazing. I didn't really know Frank that well, but he seemed so... with it. He seemed to know exactly what needed to be done to undermine this company. And he offered me a place to stay when the Coven was after me. And he was so nice while I was here... He even offered to get us bagels.

But that's the trouble, wasn't it?

Oh, I just don't know what to think any more. I'm so depressed, I'm repeating myself, aren't I?

Too much death lately. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm cursed or something. Jakob ; _ ; / Cal / and now Frank. Maybe it's all my fault. Frank is gone and I'm alone...

I Think Frank's Gone

I hear sirens. Sirens in the town. An ambulance just drove past the Hattree Inn and there goes a police car.

I'm going to follow them.

Pray for Frank, please.


Frank Is Going To Kill Himself

Well, thanks to Alia and some of the other folks on my buddy list, I found out that Frank stugged the image that was on his Flickr. Apparently stugging is hiding a text file inside of an image file... anyway, what Frank said was he was going to end it all.

Considering he posted that image yesterday, I'm afraid it's too late to do anything to stop him. I'm sending him frantic emails, but I don't know if I have enough time. If only I had known about stugging before, I could have done things differently.

Well, I guess all there is to do now is sit back and wait for confirmation that Frank is gone. I'm having a hard time with this... I'm sobbing like a baby. A month ago, my life was fine. I don't know how things can change this quickly. Why does this happen?!

To Frank:

I don't hate you. I understand completely that you're having a hard time adjusting to the difficulties we've been encountering, and I understand that you need some time to yourself. However, Frank, we need you. Why do you want to just give up the fight like this? You seem to be semi-interested in helping the Victims of Miss Corinn, because you sent me the link to the Silver Garden website, so... What's wrong? I really wish you would contact me and let me know how you are. I'm worried about you. Your realtor said you never moved into the house. I don't know how you're staying clean, because you left all of your clothes in your car at the hotel. I guess you're out there somewhere, and you obviously have access to a computer, even though your laptop is in the hotel room. So I'm hoping you see this message. Please, come back and help us out. We're getting closer to finding Katrina every day... She is definitely alive and she seems to want you, even if she doesn't know it.

Frank, I miss you. And I do not hate you.



OK, so this is what I've been able to find so far.

On the first page of the Silver Garden website, Miss Corinn asks if we're ready to begin looking for answers. So, the answer is yes. Add yes.htm to the end of the URL, and you get


That tells us to find the path. So...


That's very interesting. It asks us where the path leads to next, and if you look at Katrina Plessing's latest post you can see the stop on the path after the bench is the tree. Thus...


Go us. Read over there, and it asks us to "play out the string" to the next location. According to Katrina, the path goes from the tree to the rock.


And that's where the path ends, for now... Miss Corinn wants us to rest. Whoop Dee Do.

That website gave us a lot of information. It seems to me that Katrina is NOT dead... I think it's the PATH.HTM one that talks about someone giving Miss Corinn no choice, and she had to do what she did, and now "she" screams until she has no voice. That sounds to me like Miss Corinn has Katrina locked up somewhere.

Another thing... probably just a coincidence, but if you ask me the layout of the Silver Garden seems a lot like Stephen King's made-up world "Boo'ya Moon" in his latest book, Lisey's Story. I think I wrote about that book before... but whatever. I don't wanna ruin the book for anyone.

I'm feeling much better today than I did yesterday. This hunt through the Silver Garden has really gotten my spirits up... it seems we're getting closer to the answers. Did you all see the update on http://www.freewebs.com/phoenixfirecorp/red24.htm? Something is happening on November 17th. Vudofo... whatever that is.

Ok, well, I'm going to go to the library, see if I can't find me a good book to read right now. I need something to pass the time.

Talk to everyone sometime soon!



Well, I opened up the paper just now and you're not going to believe what fell out.

In case you can't read that (damn cell phone camera) here's what it says:

Lucy- this is probably the last time you're going to hear from me. I'm
going away. Please, though, don't hate me. Unravel the mysteries at
this site... came across it by accident. http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden.

Haven't had a chance to go there yet. I've been so busy trying to get the damn picture online, it's taken all of my energy. I'm gonna post this, and then go check it out...

Nothing Yet

No word from Frank yet. I'll let you know when something happens.


What's Going On?

OK, I'm freaked out a bit.

I just got an email from Frank.

To: "Lucy Middleton"
From: "Frank Dawes"
Subject: (no subj.)

Be ready. I will contact you again tomorrow.


Frank doesn't sound like himself... if I had to guess, I'd say that Frank was captured and someone is posing like him. It starts tomorrow, I guess! I suppose I'll have to be ready for whatever "Frank" throws at me.


Dimmick Inn A Dead Trail

Sorry, I forgot to post last night when I got back from checking out the Dimmick Inn and Steakhouse. I was dead tired, so I just fell right asleep and woke up about a half-hour ago. The Dimmick Inn is a really nice place, but I didn't see any signs of the Coven. Sylvia, I guess we were reaching a bit with the whole PA's Steakhouse/ Pennsylvania Steakhouse thing. There are no hidden trails leading off into the woods, because the Dimmick is in the middle of town. No woods near here. Also, there's nothing that looks like it could be the Silver Garden. I thought I might have finally been onto something, but I guess not.

So, did everyone hear Saddam Hussein is sentenced to death for what he did to those poor people in Iraq? I wish the same thing would happen to the Coven.

I'll be on AIM later if anyone wants to talk. I'm hoping Frank will try to contact me again so I can make sure it's really him who sent me that note.


I Woke Up This Morning...

And this is what I found under the door of the hotel room.


He's deserted me. I can't believe it, but it's true... Frank's gone for good. He wasn't kidnapped or killed, he ran away.

I'm in shock.


It's Friday

Well, today is Friday, and Frank still hasn't come back. I don't know what to do.

I'm not going to post unless something happens, because I'm feeling really disjointed right now and the only things I can think to write are "I'm scared" and "I don't know what to do."

I'm going around town today with Frank's picture asking people if they've seen him. They're probably going to think I'm crazy but whatever. I don't really care. I need to find him before the Coven does.

EDIT: I'm back for now. No one seems to have seen him at all. It's like he's just vanished...
I don't know if I mentioned it, but his car is gone from the parking lot. I haven't seen it in town at all, so I'm considering going to the police and filing a report as though it were my car, and it was stolen. We'll see if they find it then.


I Don't Know Where He Is...

Frank is gone. He went out at about 12:00 to get us bagels from a deli that is practically across the street. And he just never came back. I am terrified right now... I'm all alone in this hotel room and there is someone next door who keeps laughing. It's creeping me out.

I don't know what to do. He would never just leave... he's too good of a person for that. I trusted him and now it seems like someone took him. Tomorrow is Friday... are they planning on using him in the Coven's newest ritual? I just don't know...

What if he doesn't come back? I mean, what if I never see him again? Can I move into his new house, or should I let it just stay empty and keep living out of this motel?

I don't know.

What should I do? I can't go to the police because there's a slight chance they're connected to the Coven, and I can't take that chance.

I need help...

Hey, All, It's Lucy

Hello, I just wanted to post to let everyone know I'm in PA and I'm fine. Frank ran out to get us some bagels from this deli down the road, and then I remembered that neither one of us blogged when I got in. I'm so sorry to make everyone worry but I'm fine.

I like Frank, really. He's a bit older than me, but he's a really funny guy, which doesn't necessarily come out in his blog posts or AIM or whatever. He's really understanding, and it seems like there's some hidden sadness under his sparkling eyes.

My parents are staying with some relatives in- ok, I probably shouldn't write that in case the Coven found this blog and want to get to them. Sorry, gotta keep you in the dark.

OK, well, I should probably go before Frank gets back. He's going to see this anyway, isn't he?
:P Anyway, we'll be sure to let you know if something happens.


The New Blog!

As everyone knows, Lucy is on her way to Pennsylvania. I had a hard time wrapping my mind around it for a while, but I'm getting used to the idea. It's better if we work from Milford; we're far away from the Coven and we're closer to the PhoenixFire headquarters.

So, I started this joint blog for the two of us to post on, since we're going to be using the same computer for the next... well, who knows how long it's going to take.

I don't know about Lucy, but I'm not going to be using my old blog any more. Having one for the two of us is so much easier, I think.

Happy Halloween, by the way... I know it's a day late but hey, better late than never!