Tony and I decided to drive back to the city Cynthia and I had lived in before everything happened. We're going to look around and see if we can find any leads on my grandmother.
Tony is also trying to remember anything, as am I, but so far we're not having any luck. He has no idea what happened to him as a kid through his teenage years up to meeting me in college, and I can't recall any memories of actually having a grandmother, let alone Tony's parents knowing her.
We have to find Cynthia. Tony can read her posts now, but I still can't- not even the one that Redlight apparently wrote. He told me what that man is planning on doing. Cynthia, baby, if you're somehow able to read this, we're working as fast as we can. Stay strong and don't let the bad man get you, please. Mommy will find a way to get you back, I promise.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
Monday, April 25, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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
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
Monday, April 11, 2011
It's odd
Mrs. Delmont and I were preparing dinner together a little while ago and chatting about trivial things. I was mostly talking about suspicious activity, but she kept mentioning stories from "back in her day". They consisted of Tony when he was a little boy usually, but sometimes she brought of tales from when she was a child, or a teenager, or adult and marrying Mr. Delmont. It was relaxing to say in the least, to be able to talk to another woman and cook. I was enjoying the beautiful day and cutting some meat for the roast we were preparing.
But...she mentioned my grandmother. And it was strange because I know I had a grandmother, but I don't know- if that makes any sense. It's as though the idea of having one was always there, but it never occurred to me until now to think about visiting her or trying to contact her. I don't even remember ever speaking to her as far as my mind can recall, and I thought I had gotten all my memories back. Mrs. Delmont said it was a slip of the tongue and she meant to say her own grandmother, but she looked so out of place when she tried to recover the sentence that the alarm bells went off in my head.
I know I had mentioned that it looks strange for Tony to be at the park alone, but not me. So I told him to stay and keep an eye on his parents while I headed over to sit and think, which is what I'm doing now. I can't...recall someone who I apparently knew. I'm not getting any headaches, so I don't think she's "off limits" or anything. But she might be blocked from my mind. I don't know why.
This is the first solid lead I've gotten in weeks, and I'm going to try and follow it. I'll talk to Tony about it when I get back, but for now I'm going to keep trying to remember anything about her before dinner time.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
P.S.- As a side note, Ava and Reach, if I see you two fighting and because of your fighting your baby is hurt, I am going to be furious. This is your child and you two need to grow up and stop calling each other petty names. You now have a baby and you damn well better take care of that baby. Because if you lose it...it's like losing your whole world.
I don't care about circumstances, feelings, and any arguments that happened in the past. That was the past- you can't change it. It's time to look forward and take on the future. Try and give your baby the best life it can possibly have. I still see you, Ava, as the younger sister I never had and you, Reach, as a friend; and I do not want to see you two at each others throats doing his job for him.
But...she mentioned my grandmother. And it was strange because I know I had a grandmother, but I don't know- if that makes any sense. It's as though the idea of having one was always there, but it never occurred to me until now to think about visiting her or trying to contact her. I don't even remember ever speaking to her as far as my mind can recall, and I thought I had gotten all my memories back. Mrs. Delmont said it was a slip of the tongue and she meant to say her own grandmother, but she looked so out of place when she tried to recover the sentence that the alarm bells went off in my head.
I know I had mentioned that it looks strange for Tony to be at the park alone, but not me. So I told him to stay and keep an eye on his parents while I headed over to sit and think, which is what I'm doing now. I can't...recall someone who I apparently knew. I'm not getting any headaches, so I don't think she's "off limits" or anything. But she might be blocked from my mind. I don't know why.
This is the first solid lead I've gotten in weeks, and I'm going to try and follow it. I'll talk to Tony about it when I get back, but for now I'm going to keep trying to remember anything about her before dinner time.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
P.S.- As a side note, Ava and Reach, if I see you two fighting and because of your fighting your baby is hurt, I am going to be furious. This is your child and you two need to grow up and stop calling each other petty names. You now have a baby and you damn well better take care of that baby. Because if you lose it...it's like losing your whole world.
I don't care about circumstances, feelings, and any arguments that happened in the past. That was the past- you can't change it. It's time to look forward and take on the future. Try and give your baby the best life it can possibly have. I still see you, Ava, as the younger sister I never had and you, Reach, as a friend; and I do not want to see you two at each others throats doing his job for him.
Friday, April 8, 2011
The Park
Tony and I visited the park yesterday. We tried a few times, going at different points in the day and on into the evening to see if there would be any differences. The strange thing was...I think there was a difference, which doesn't bode well for the people in this area.
When we first arrived in the morning, there obviously weren't many people there. Maybe a few families who were simply walking around or taking a hike as the park has a playground, fields to play sports in, a cement path for people to jog on, and then several different trails to take hikes. It seems to be the perfect hunting ground for this monster. The families we saw did not seem troubled by anything, and did not stick around for long. So we left and went back to the house to eat some brunch before we headed out again. This time there were many more people, but still not as much due to school for older kids and work for most parents still in session during the time we arrived. But younger children were screaming, laughing, and running around while mothers looked on and chatted with each other.
I do have to point out that Tony stood out painfully. I don't think I saw another father in the area at all, which while it was amusing is nothing new to most children's playgrounds. (He also told me not to mention this but it was far too funny not to- he was hit on by a few of the "cougars" sitting on one of the park benches when he walked by to come back over where I had been staying.) I know now that him going to the park alone during that time would not be a good idea if we want to be discrete.
But the most important thing during this time of day is that the children seemed to keep glancing at the woods that resided just beyond the monkey bars and slides. It wouldn't have been noticeable if so many of them hadn't kept looking over briefly or even just blatantly staring at times. The mothers didn't notice it, but Tony and I did. We tried looking into the woods without actually entering them, but as far as we could tell, there was nothing in them. Tony did seem to be very uncomfortable at this point though, so we decided to head back and stay at the house for a few hours before going back again.
During the time that we were inside simply reading or watching television- which, by the way, seems so odd to do now. I realize that I haven't been really relaxed in a while and it was uncomfortable to just sit there and let life go on without really doing anything- Tony's mother kept talking to us or making dinner. His father still has a job at a pharmaceutical company, and so came back later that evening. Tony is unfortunately rather tense around his parents even after the reunion they had the other day. He says it's because he never really liked his parents, but I haven't gotten to talk to his mother or father alone to see what they're like, so I wouldn't know.
We went back to the park in the afternoon and this was the time the area reached it's full capacity. There were people of all ages, from hyper children, to old folk simply enjoying the sunny day. Unfortunately, because it was the busiest time, there was no way for us to really tell if something out of the ordinary was occurring. So we decided to quit and go back to the house due to the both of us disliking crowded places (which we can thank him and his proxies for that).
Dinner was served at the Delmont residence as Tony's father had come home during the time we were gone, and I must say it was the most delicious thing I have eaten in months. I ate two servings before I remembered my love of cooking, something that I had more or less forgotten in all of the excitement, and asked Tony's mother if I could cook with her from now on. She agreed so I'll be able to talk to her more often and hopefully be able to see if anything out of the ordinary has been occurring in the area recently. Tony obviously won't be doing this if his behavior at dinner was any indication. He loves his parents but he can't seem to engage in normal conversation with them or he doesn't know how to interact with them.
Despite all of this we went back a fourth and final time at night. The park was basically empty save for a few young couples we saw. While I didn't see any tall, faceless horrors hanging around in the shadows, I did feel like someone was watching me, which made me nervous enough to finally ask Tony if we could leave. He seemed fine which is a little odd as he's usually the one to be jumpy and ready to sprint at a moments notice.
In conclusion, I think there might be activity in this large town. We're going to keep looking around to see if we can find anything that could give us a lead, but at this point I'm not getting my hopes up. Cynthia, if you're reading this, we're going to find you, baby. It may take us a while, but mommy and daddy are going to figure out a way to get you back and out of that things control.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
When we first arrived in the morning, there obviously weren't many people there. Maybe a few families who were simply walking around or taking a hike as the park has a playground, fields to play sports in, a cement path for people to jog on, and then several different trails to take hikes. It seems to be the perfect hunting ground for this monster. The families we saw did not seem troubled by anything, and did not stick around for long. So we left and went back to the house to eat some brunch before we headed out again. This time there were many more people, but still not as much due to school for older kids and work for most parents still in session during the time we arrived. But younger children were screaming, laughing, and running around while mothers looked on and chatted with each other.
I do have to point out that Tony stood out painfully. I don't think I saw another father in the area at all, which while it was amusing is nothing new to most children's playgrounds. (He also told me not to mention this but it was far too funny not to- he was hit on by a few of the "cougars" sitting on one of the park benches when he walked by to come back over where I had been staying.) I know now that him going to the park alone during that time would not be a good idea if we want to be discrete.
But the most important thing during this time of day is that the children seemed to keep glancing at the woods that resided just beyond the monkey bars and slides. It wouldn't have been noticeable if so many of them hadn't kept looking over briefly or even just blatantly staring at times. The mothers didn't notice it, but Tony and I did. We tried looking into the woods without actually entering them, but as far as we could tell, there was nothing in them. Tony did seem to be very uncomfortable at this point though, so we decided to head back and stay at the house for a few hours before going back again.
During the time that we were inside simply reading or watching television- which, by the way, seems so odd to do now. I realize that I haven't been really relaxed in a while and it was uncomfortable to just sit there and let life go on without really doing anything- Tony's mother kept talking to us or making dinner. His father still has a job at a pharmaceutical company, and so came back later that evening. Tony is unfortunately rather tense around his parents even after the reunion they had the other day. He says it's because he never really liked his parents, but I haven't gotten to talk to his mother or father alone to see what they're like, so I wouldn't know.
We went back to the park in the afternoon and this was the time the area reached it's full capacity. There were people of all ages, from hyper children, to old folk simply enjoying the sunny day. Unfortunately, because it was the busiest time, there was no way for us to really tell if something out of the ordinary was occurring. So we decided to quit and go back to the house due to the both of us disliking crowded places (which we can thank him and his proxies for that).
Dinner was served at the Delmont residence as Tony's father had come home during the time we were gone, and I must say it was the most delicious thing I have eaten in months. I ate two servings before I remembered my love of cooking, something that I had more or less forgotten in all of the excitement, and asked Tony's mother if I could cook with her from now on. She agreed so I'll be able to talk to her more often and hopefully be able to see if anything out of the ordinary has been occurring in the area recently. Tony obviously won't be doing this if his behavior at dinner was any indication. He loves his parents but he can't seem to engage in normal conversation with them or he doesn't know how to interact with them.
Despite all of this we went back a fourth and final time at night. The park was basically empty save for a few young couples we saw. While I didn't see any tall, faceless horrors hanging around in the shadows, I did feel like someone was watching me, which made me nervous enough to finally ask Tony if we could leave. He seemed fine which is a little odd as he's usually the one to be jumpy and ready to sprint at a moments notice.
In conclusion, I think there might be activity in this large town. We're going to keep looking around to see if we can find anything that could give us a lead, but at this point I'm not getting my hopes up. Cynthia, if you're reading this, we're going to find you, baby. It may take us a while, but mommy and daddy are going to figure out a way to get you back and out of that things control.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
Monday, April 4, 2011
The Delmont Family
It was an...interesting reunion. The drive took a while mainly because we had to take quite a few stops due to Tony developing horrible headaches- one case even becoming a migraine. But we finally made it, and let me tell you, the few seconds waiting on the doorstep after knocking the door were the most nerve wracking I've experienced in a while. When Tony's parents finally opened the door, the four of us honestly just stood there for a few seconds taking each other in. I know Tony and I look worse for wear, what with the huge circles under our eyes, unhealthy skin color, dirty clothes, and injuries.
Tony just said, "Mom, Dad, I'm home." And his voice cracked and that was about when everyone burst into tears. Mommy Delmont was more or less sobbing as she had not heard from him in years and I swear I even saw his Father tearing up as well.
Tony and I could only tell them so much. If they knew the whole truth, he would be able to come and find them, something we both agree we don't want to happen. They asked me how I was doing, how I found Tony, if I had managed to hear anything on Cynthia...
We both managed to make a lie during the questioning. We more or less said that it had been pure coincidence meeting up- we found each other at my old school during my "soul searching"- and had decided to look for Cynthia together. His parents thought that was wonderful that I had forgiven him. I don't think that they have any idea that I'm in a relationship with a woman. (Which, by the way Thage, I miss you so much right now...)
We're currently staying with them, but I don't think we'll reside here for long. We're going to try looking around and see if we can find anything in the area. After all, one of his proxies was able to find me back at the beginning when all of this had just started. We're going to check out the park and areas where children are usually at in hopes of even getting a glimpse.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
Tony just said, "Mom, Dad, I'm home." And his voice cracked and that was about when everyone burst into tears. Mommy Delmont was more or less sobbing as she had not heard from him in years and I swear I even saw his Father tearing up as well.
Tony and I could only tell them so much. If they knew the whole truth, he would be able to come and find them, something we both agree we don't want to happen. They asked me how I was doing, how I found Tony, if I had managed to hear anything on Cynthia...
We both managed to make a lie during the questioning. We more or less said that it had been pure coincidence meeting up- we found each other at my old school during my "soul searching"- and had decided to look for Cynthia together. His parents thought that was wonderful that I had forgiven him. I don't think that they have any idea that I'm in a relationship with a woman. (Which, by the way Thage, I miss you so much right now...)
We're currently staying with them, but I don't think we'll reside here for long. We're going to try looking around and see if we can find anything in the area. After all, one of his proxies was able to find me back at the beginning when all of this had just started. We're going to check out the park and areas where children are usually at in hopes of even getting a glimpse.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
Friday, April 1, 2011
April Fool's Day
Not exactly an unpleasant one. I remember last year Cynthia actually pranked me by suspending a bucket of water on top of the door. Haha, I actually ended up getting hit in the face with the bucket because I had looked up the moment it began to fall, and a giant bruise formed on my cheek. Cynthia started crying because she thought she had seriously harmed me and called 911 before I could stop her. It was probably the funniest April Fool's Day I ever had.
This year...well, I think Tony saw how upset I was. We stopped to steal- well, we stopped and he stole- some food and took it to a park to eat. I had laid my jacket on the ground because the day wasn't that cool and gone to throw away our trash. We had agreed to try and spend the day relaxing due to the stress that had been slowly building up over the past few days. When I came back and sat down, Tony had, god, he had put a whoopee cushion under my jacket. It was extremely embarrassing and the dolt started hysterically laughing at the face I made, drawing even more attention. I have to admit though, while he did act like a five year old, he cheered me up.
I'm in better spirits because Kay is alright, as is Ava. They've both been through so much, but I feel relieved that they're alive. I've come to the conclusion that while I'm worried for all of you because I see you all as family, I have certain people who I need to be okay for me to be okay.
For instance, Tony. He locked me in the bathroom of the hotel for a several hours while he went to meet our daughter for lunch. I was so angry I wanted to slap him when he finally came back and opened the door, and the fact that he had new injuries made the situation worse. But I don't know what I would do if he were to...die.
Anyway, things have been tense so the joke, while humiliating and stupid, made the day brighter. I do think though that Tony is seeing things that I don't. I know for some reason he can read Cynthia's posts now. I still can't. Why this is, he won't tell me. But I can see him hiding something. I'm going to try and find out, but I think it has something to do with us going back to his parents house. I called them the other day and they said it was fine. It was odd...they aren't shocked by the fact that Tony and I are traveling around together. I'm suspicious, but it's the only lead I can think of right now as to where we can start with finding Cynthia.
I'll try and update as soon as we reach their house.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
This year...well, I think Tony saw how upset I was. We stopped to steal- well, we stopped and he stole- some food and took it to a park to eat. I had laid my jacket on the ground because the day wasn't that cool and gone to throw away our trash. We had agreed to try and spend the day relaxing due to the stress that had been slowly building up over the past few days. When I came back and sat down, Tony had, god, he had put a whoopee cushion under my jacket. It was extremely embarrassing and the dolt started hysterically laughing at the face I made, drawing even more attention. I have to admit though, while he did act like a five year old, he cheered me up.
I'm in better spirits because Kay is alright, as is Ava. They've both been through so much, but I feel relieved that they're alive. I've come to the conclusion that while I'm worried for all of you because I see you all as family, I have certain people who I need to be okay for me to be okay.
For instance, Tony. He locked me in the bathroom of the hotel for a several hours while he went to meet our daughter for lunch. I was so angry I wanted to slap him when he finally came back and opened the door, and the fact that he had new injuries made the situation worse. But I don't know what I would do if he were to...die.
Anyway, things have been tense so the joke, while humiliating and stupid, made the day brighter. I do think though that Tony is seeing things that I don't. I know for some reason he can read Cynthia's posts now. I still can't. Why this is, he won't tell me. But I can see him hiding something. I'm going to try and find out, but I think it has something to do with us going back to his parents house. I called them the other day and they said it was fine. It was odd...they aren't shocked by the fact that Tony and I are traveling around together. I'm suspicious, but it's the only lead I can think of right now as to where we can start with finding Cynthia.
I'll try and update as soon as we reach their house.
Take care of yourselves.
-Cathy
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