tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64388329682210602382024-03-07T22:35:50.931-05:00Stamping Out The PhoenixFirecontinuing Frank's quest for revengeFrank Daweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275121433988026402noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-43740682246637000622006-11-19T13:16:00.000-05:002006-11-19T13:17:13.019-05:00<p>Restless tonight</p><p>Cause I wasted the light</p><p>Between both these times</p><p>I drew a really thin line</p><p>It’s nothing I planned</p><p>And not that I can</p><p>But you should be mine</p><p>Across that line</p>Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-9988756439599900882006-11-17T21:40:00.001-05:002006-11-17T21:40:17.889-05:0000110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00110001 00110000 00110000Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-3748904081908507082006-11-17T21:04:00.000-05:002006-11-17T21:06:28.823-05:00the lake<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3214/785990352566047/1600/218219/lake.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3214/785990352566047/320/992962/lake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-46211202603577638222006-11-17T20:58:00.000-05:002006-11-17T21:00:06.275-05:00katreena<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3214/785990352566047/1600/318579/campus%20tree.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3214/785990352566047/320/7833/campus%2520tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-13028264662854973032006-11-17T17:25:00.000-05:002006-11-17T20:52:26.337-05:00slvrgrdn<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3214/785990352566047/1600/148006/163151154166145162147141162144145156.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3214/785990352566047/320/595684/163151154166145162147141162144145156.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-34859824443005792172006-11-17T17:13:00.000-05:002006-11-17T20:46:47.027-05:00the elevator<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3214/785990352566047/1600/223373/145154145166141164157162.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3214/785990352566047/320/801815/145154145166141164157162.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-27648186539971113852006-11-17T17:09:00.000-05:002006-11-17T17:12:49.734-05:00I'm In An Internet CafeI'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.<br /><br />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.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-88566264867115212902006-11-17T12:46:00.000-05:002006-11-17T12:52:28.841-05:00I'm Leaving NowWhen 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Well, I'm on my way. Wish me luck, everyone... I'm going to need it.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-8324461562317086562006-11-17T11:11:00.000-05:002006-11-17T11:18:43.164-05:00I'm Leaving For The PhoenixFire CorpToday is November 17th.<br /><br />Finally.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/mountain.htm">http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/mountain.htm</a>, which seems like it's going to be <em>the</em> 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. <br /><br />... I'm terrified.<br /><br />I don't know what <strong>secrets</strong> (wink wink, nudge nudge) I'm going to uncover, but I'm sure they're not going to be pretty.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />I have felt strange all day, to be honest... I've been dreading this day for so long, and it's finally here.<br /><br />I'll post again when I leave for Middletown. Until then, wish me luck.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-57589688991795010742006-11-16T12:34:00.000-05:002006-11-16T12:58:03.814-05:00Tomorrow Is The SeventeenthThe 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <strong>secrets</strong>. (*wink wink, nudge nudge*)<br /><br />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.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-90255581677198817832006-11-15T17:26:00.000-05:002006-11-15T17:32:36.667-05:00Interesting 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />But then again, Frank <em>did</em> 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 <em>have</em> to go back to Middletown on Friday. I <em>have</em> to. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />I'm in my new motel, by the way. I used an alias, so don't bother trying to figure out where I am.<br /><br />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.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-29624038988476033682006-11-15T12:07:00.000-05:002006-11-15T12:18:13.191-05:00Blorp and PoogeFirst 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 <em>think</em> 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.<br /><br />So...<br /><br />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 <em>really</em> good sandwiches... <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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...<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. XDLucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-3695118524834715322006-11-14T18:22:00.000-05:002006-11-14T18:54:24.955-05:00Sorry, Cell Battery DiedI'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.<br /><br />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 <em>good</em> person with strong opinions who would never willingly submit another human to <em>sacrifice by witches. </em>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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />I think that's what you guys were saying.<br /><br />If this all turns out to be true, and Frank is bad, then I'm simply going to be shocked.<br /><br />EDITED for grammar. Sorry.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-7631476808609799722006-11-14T14:03:00.000-05:002006-11-14T14:06:21.649-05:00Location Of VudofoWell, 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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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...Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-6036654468210550542006-11-14T11:15:00.000-05:002006-11-14T11:24:57.423-05:00Nightmare and DreamscapeLast 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.<br /><br />I <em>had</em> to help them. I <em>had</em> to find them and save them. I began to run toward the sound of the shrieking. Some<em>thing</em> 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 <em>feel </em>it. I turned <em>back</em> 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. <br /><br />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. <em>Then</em> I woke up and looked at the ceiling again, but they were gone.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Wow. I need to stop spending so much time at that place... I'm starting to think like they're a legitimate business.<br /><br />----------<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I'm gonna make a profile and see what she says about me. Talk to everyone soon.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-79713865250613328172006-11-13T11:10:00.000-05:002006-11-13T11:20:54.088-05:00HA! (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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />And have you guys heard about the shirt guitar? That's freakin awesome. <a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/technology/a-shirt-that-rocks-your-socks-off/2006/11/13/1163266483990.html">http://www.smh.com.au/news/technology/a-shirt-that-rocks-your-socks-off/2006/11/13/1163266483990.html</a><br /><br />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.)Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-2070256176039035672006-11-12T18:42:00.000-05:002006-11-12T19:13:36.352-05:00My Trip To MiddletownWell, 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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).<br /><br />"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?"<br /><br />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."<br /><br />"Did?"<br /><br />"Yes. We filled it."<br /><br />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."<br /><br />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."<br /><br />And she went back to reading her book.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I was shocked. "Who?"<br /><br />"Whoever died. Did you know him very well?"<br /><br />Now I was beyond shocked. I was creeped out. "How did you-"<br /><br />"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?"<br /><br />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."<br /><br />"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?"<br /><br />"Luisa," I said. "Luisa Ekmel. Why are you here?"<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />"What kind of dreams?"<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />My skin prickled. This kid had been dreaming about the Lake of Departed Sorrows, it sounded like. This was getting weirder by the second.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />"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."<br /><br />"Have you now?" he asked. "What in particular?"<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />"Yes, Miss Corinn is a personal friend of mine. Did you ask her for a reading?"<br /><br />"No," I said. "I'm not really a believer in those kinds of things. I just thought, you know, for people who <em>do</em> subscribe to those ideas... She's supposed to be good..."<br /><br />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 <em>have </em>to be nice to her." He stressed the word <em>have</em> only ever-so-slightly, but it was enough that I noticed it.<br /><br />"And why is that?" I asked before I could help myself.<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />"And, Miss Corinn's quite a talented poet."<br /><br />"Yes," Victor said. "That she is."<br /><br />"What other programs is the PhoenixFire Corporation involved with?" I asked.<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />"I understand there's something happening this Friday?"<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />"Like what?"<br /><br />"Well," he said. "Nothing I'm allowed to discuss."<br /><br />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."<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <em>the path</em> in their sleep?<br /><br />Talk to you all soon, and remember: Ceiling cat is watching you!<br /><br />((Sorry this post was so long.))Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-70943978714438391042006-11-11T19:48:00.000-05:002006-11-11T19:57:28.361-05:00We Spoke With Frank!Wow, pretty eventful night. Here's a quick rundown of what happened.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I'm still on AIM, by the way... probably will be for a while.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-50795231402332358232006-11-11T18:38:00.000-05:002006-11-11T18:53:59.104-05:00ExplanationsWell, I've finally figured out why Frank killed himself. He wanted to save Katrina...<br /><br />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:<br /><br />DATE: Nov. 2, 2006<br />From: “XXXXXXX” plessingphoenix@yahoo.com<br />To: “Frank Dawes” frankdawes@yahoo.com<br />Subj: Instructions<br />Frank, we have Katrina locked up. We will release her upon confirmation of<br />your death.<br /><br />I'm pretty pissed off right now. They didn't stick to their end of the bargain, and now Frank is dead anyway.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I'm on AIM, if anyone wants to talk. You know my s/n.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-40699336364929947692006-11-10T21:46:00.000-05:002006-11-10T21:55:30.288-05:00I Went To The PFC HQ TodayWell, 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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."<br /><br />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?"<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"Luisa Ekmel," I said.<br /><br />"Well, hello, Luisa!" Erik said. "What kind of job are you interested in?"<br /><br />"Well, what do you have available?" I asked.<br /><br />"We're looking for an event coordinator."<br /><br />"I can do that," I said. Not that I've ever coordinated events before. "When's the event?"<br /><br />"November 17," he said. I almost asked him what VUDOFO means, but I decided not to. "It's short notice, we know, but..."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />So, I chickened out. I'm going back, you can be sure, and I'm gonna do better next time.<br /><br />Talk to everyone tomorrow!<br /><br />----<br /><br />By the way, I'm feeling MUCH better. I'm starting to get over Frank's death.<br /><br />And, I've been looking for the cloud, whatever that means... haven't quite found it yet. Clear skies today.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-12726807832913153482006-11-09T14:17:00.000-05:002006-11-09T14:24:27.717-05:00Never Coming BackFrank shot himself! He shot himself in a motel room across Milford. He shot himself and he's dead.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <em>shot</em> himself and...<br /><br />My god. I'm not going to sleep tonight because I know I'm going to have nightmares.<br /><br />Maybe I'll be on later to talk to you guys, but maybe not. It depends on how I'm feeling.<br /><br />It's amazing. I didn't really know Frank that well, but he seemed so... <em>with it</em>. 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 <em>so</em> nice while I was here... He even offered to get us bagels.<br /><br />But that's the trouble, wasn't it?<br /><br />Oh, I just don't know what to think any more. I'm so depressed, I'm repeating myself, aren't I?<br /><br />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...Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-17017487445618999892006-11-09T11:12:00.000-05:002006-11-09T11:13:41.034-05:00I Think Frank's GoneI hear sirens. Sirens in the town. An ambulance just drove past the Hattree Inn and there goes a police car.<br /><br />I'm going to follow them.<br /><br />Pray for Frank, please.Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-44809943775098708042006-11-08T17:56:00.000-05:002006-11-08T18:00:53.133-05:00Frank Is Going To Kill HimselfWell, 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?!Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-20436765331942206902006-11-08T15:50:00.000-05:002006-11-08T15:54:28.540-05:00To 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 <em>need</em> 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 <em>you</em>, even if she doesn't know it.<br /><br />Frank, I miss you. And I do <em>not</em> hate you.<br /><br />-LucyLucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438832968221060238.post-60802732158390064972006-11-07T12:14:00.000-05:002006-11-07T12:24:48.004-05:00OK, so this is what I've been able to find so far. <br /><br />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<br /><br /><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/yes.htm">http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/yes.htm</a><br /><br />That tells us to find the path. So...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/path.htm">http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/path.htm</a><br /><br />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...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/tree.htm">http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/tree.htm</a><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/rock.htm">http://www.freewebs.com/silvergarden/rock.htm</a><br /><br />And that's where the path ends, for now... Miss Corinn wants us to rest. Whoop Dee Do.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/phoenixfirecorp/red24.htm">http://www.freewebs.com/phoenixfirecorp/red24.htm</a>? Something is happening on November 17th. Vudofo... whatever that is. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />Talk to everyone sometime soon!Lucy Middletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11964083836896230786noreply@blogger.com2