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September 1st, 2011
I decided to start a little written journal about my usual daily activities, but this is definitely NOT a diary. I can't stress that more than enough, anyway let me get to introducing myself in the unlikely case that someone else will be reading this. My name is Paul Mcaffery, I'm 17 years old and tend to spend more time with people on 4chan or World of Warcraft then actually outside socialising.
I am 5'9 and am a little bit on the heavy side. I was never good at sports so that probably has something to do with it.
September 4th, 2011
Another day as usual, although it has been 3 days since my last entry nothing has really happened. I did my usual routine of waking up, getting out of bed. Greeting my parents before having breakfast and grabbing an energy drink to take back to my room ready for another day on the computer. I saw some pretty horrific images on 4chan while browsing and although that wasn't anything to worry about as I normally shrug it off with the "It has got to be fake" excuse. This specific images drew me in and made me want to investigate about it; it felt all too real like I was seeing it happening. It doesn't matter though, I won't see it again. Right?
September 6th, 2011
I met someone while playing World of Warcraft today, he seems like a good person. We went around raiding dungeons for a while and he ended up inviting me into his clan! I might just have a reason to come on more frequently now. He always tries to add some kind of cryptic puzzle or riddle for us to find. Some are quite shocking until he breaks the tension but others are a good laugh like the time he offered 10000 gold for a person to find an easter egg. Though that was one of the tamest of puzzles he gave us. He is my first friend on WoW for 6 years.
September 11th, 2011
It [h]as been 5 days since I last posted. My computer started jitt[e]ring and messing up the very next day so I got scared and turned it off. Two days later I plucked up the courage to turn it on and try and fix it. I updated my drivers for everything I could and the next day it was back to working order. I came on today to carry on my journa[l]. My new friend from WoW introduced me to a female friend of his. It was really awkward at first considering how my contact with girls didn't stretch further than the 2D world. We stood there in the cave above the red rocks in the region of Mulgore. Our frequent [p]lace for secret Guild meets. I ended up getting the talk going and we had many interests. It was fun.
September 13th, 2011
Okay, something weird is happening. I turned on my computer today and my desktop background was those pictures I found on 4chan. I went in my files and there was a folder saying [Paul]. I clicked it and [i]t was just copies of them photos everywhere. I tried to delete them all but they just keep coming back no matter what I do. One thing that confused me is that I didn't see THAT photo. I just need to forget about it. Ignore them photos and nothing else will come of it.
Now I got to get some sleep before I meet up with that girl I met 2 days ago. I would tell you more but I am a bit shaken up right now.
September 15th, 2011
I met up with the girl yesterday and something was wrong. She wasn't any way near as lively as she wa[s] on WoW. Her eyes looked hollow and ha[d] no life in them. She was [e]motionless and we just walked around while I was talking about stupid stuff and she was replying with straight words like "Yes" "Too bad" "No" "That is nice" and when we departed she just said "Sorry". What was the worst of all those was that she looked exactly like the girl from THAT photo. I don't think I can see her in WoW again. I am too scared.
September 20th, 2011
I am sick and tired of it all. For the past 5 nights my dreams have been filled with that photo, but instead it is like a film and it is acting out how this girl in the photo died every gruesome little detail. Every single d[a]y I come on to my computer to see a new photo on my [d]esktop. My parents heard me screaming last night so they want me to go to a psychologist. Screw that I am not going to a Psychologist for this. [I]t is just a few nightm[a]res. Every person has things like these every now and then. All that photo is used for is fuel for the night[m]are to run on. Even the reader can understand that. Right?
September 22nd, 2011
I am playing WoW to keep myself distracted. Apparently there is a secret area in WoW that I have never heard of that has rare loot. My friend from WoW told me and we are heading over there now. I might set this to type what I am saying at some point hopefully there will be no problems when I do it.
Okay, it is done. Is it writing what I am saying? Okay then. We are entering the realm of loot as we call it. It is pretty difficult to be honest but getting there will hopefully be worth it.
We are there now, I stopped the recording for the way to it. My friend went in first so I guess I will be going in as well.
What the hell? This whole place is filled with items that I have never seen before, like buzzsaw killer and the scalp. Not to mention how dark it is around here that I can't even see my friend. There is no portal back to the overworld either. I will tough it out and head around. It feels like the walls are closing in on me as well. As they pulsate every now and then. Wait, I think they actually are closing in on me. My whole body feels numb and I am not even the character inside the game.
The wall is now right in front of me and there is no space to move but there is one item in which its name keeps changing. Sorry? Goodbye? Final Riddle? What do these names mean? My body now feels hot and I can hardly feel my arms, I can hear someone shouting my name in the background but it doesn't matter. All I have to do is pick up this item.
I must have fainted as I am now on the floor with my headphones around my head. I think I spilt something as something red is surrounding my body. My printer is printing something. The photo that I thought I would never see again is right before my eyes straight from the printer and fell to the floor. My vision is going black so I might sleep but before that I got to read what is on the bottom of this photo.
Oh. All it reads in brackets is [death].