Shitshitshit

Went to the restaurant have to type slow breathing too fast right now.

Bribed workers to let me look in back Elijah was waiting said I had to kill him if I wanted to the next clue. He sewed the thing into his stomach. Stupid nurse under control can't think for himself. Had put a brick in purse and knocked him out with it instead. Had to cut

fuck

had to cut open his stitches and reach in and pull the piece out without harming his organs. Dragged him outside and left him with pressure on wound. Ran back to car covered in blood now I look like a murderer hands won't stop shaking might be going into shock

the final clue is the number to the old man's house that friends and I snuck into in high school. It's his plate from the mailbox and the house is in the middle of the woods where he lurks shit.

Okay, I'm calming down now. Breath in, breath out. I have to go to this house, you guys. It's so obviously a trap but this is probably the chance I've been trying to get. I'm going now- the drive isn't far.

I know it's risky, and I know it feels like everything has been happening so fast. I feel like they have too. In fact, I think the events were purposely quickened to happen to me sooner so that Cynthia and I could find each other faster. That's not a good sign, but it's a sign nonetheless. The house is in the middle of the woods. I know something will probably happen while I'm there and it's a stupid idea, but I'm going. I'm telling you all in case something happens and I don't come back. If I die, or get taken or turned into a proxy, promise me you all will find Cynthia. She matters more.

Haha, this kinda feels like I'm walking to the gallows or something. I shouldn't be smiling but I am. If I go down I'll do it fighting. So much really has changed in only a couple weeks, hasn't it?

Take care of yourselves.

-Cathy