Safe for now

I haven't slept all night. I'm too scared. I

They lied to us. They were working for the both of them the whole time...

Tony's father- he's a pharmacist. I should've been more careful, more suspicious. While I was at the park his father came home and they drugged him. I think they had put drugs in my food for dinner too, but I didn't eat- I had gone straight upstairs to talk to Tony about my Grandmother situation. He just looked like he was asleep, but when I tried to wake him he wouldn't open his eyes. I was scared that thing had gotten into his head and I panicked and ran downstairs to warn his parents, thinking they were in danger.

They attacked me, tried to stab me with the kitchen knives. I sprinted up the stairs to get back to Tony and the father managed to grab my ankle and trip me- my knees and shins now have lovely bruises covering them. I was able to kick him away and lock the door to the room before they caught me. And when I turned

He was there.
Watching us.
Peering in silently.
And then he broke the window and his...arms- if they could even be called that- were wrapping around Tony and pulling him towards the outside. I couldn't lose him. No matter how rude he is and how much he may be hiding, he's still Anthony. So I grabbed him and tried pulling him away- and it actually worked. I don't think he was expecting me to do that or maybe he had just been playing a game. Nevertheless I yanked Tony away and he got angry.

There was this high pitched squeal in my ears- the same one I heard when Thage read me Cynthia's posts- and everything started to black out. His...arms were whipping around, cutting through the air and smashing things in the room to pieces. I realized that he was pulling himself into the bedroom. The parents were on the other side of the door and he was right there so...there was a large wardrobe in the room. I dragged Tony over to it and somehow managed to get us both in before shutting the doors and wrapping wire hangers around some doorknobs on the inside.

At some point the door to the room must have been broken because I could hear them pounding on the doors, screaming at me and calling me a whore, and trying to open the wardrobe. But the doors held. He didn't do anything, it was them who scraped their knives along the wood and whispered to me that who I had with me wasn't Tony. They said everything he knows about himself had been taught to him by them. The real Tony is gone, they said, the one you have doesn't know anything.
Do you know what he did?
What he is?
Where he went during those eleven years?
Who he even was as a child?

After so long it finally stopped. I was able to post with Tony's iPhone sometime during all of this because...I thought we were going to die. But, after a few hours of waiting I unwrapped the wires and took a risk. There was no one in the room, but the entire area was ruined. Before I checked anything I ran over and locked the only door in. When I turned and saw the wardrobe...

They had carved "Mommy" into the wood dozens of times. And it clicked- they worked for Redlight, they worked for...my daughter. I don't know if she had been here the whole time, or if she had come in while I was hiding, or

I'm not strong or brave. When it all set in, I started crying and I couldn't stop. I don't know how long it took me to calm down, but eventually I checked the downstairs to see if the parents were home. I was so scared that they were going to suddenly leap out at me, or that Redlight would be there, or that I would see him again. They were gone. I had to drag Tony down the stairs and to the car outside. The only items I thought to bring in my panic was my purse, laptop and his iPhone. The car was working, which made me suspicious, but there was nothing else I could've done.

I've driven to a random location but I'm trying to stay moving. Tony woke up this morning. He

During the moment when he had been crawling in, destroying the furniture and clawing at the walls, somehow...he hit Tony.


Tony is

His right eye is damaged beyond repair. He can't see out of it at all, and I don't think he'll ever be able to again. I have no idea what to do- I bandaged it up as best as I could and tried to look up on the internet what to do, but there's only so much I can do and he refuses to go to the hospital.

Everything is just too much right now. I'm worried, stressed to the point of wanting to kill myself and end everything. But...I have a lead. I'm going to find my Grandmother and see if I can find out what the hell is going on. I might be able to find Cynthia, but there's a part of me that's starting to think something bigger may be going on.

There's too many questions and not enough answers.

Take care of yourselves.

-Cathy