Shadow-the-Hedgehog9

         Right as I heard those words, I thrust the door open, casting light in on the scene with the lantern in my right hand. Nobody inside. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I checked the desk, the windows, anything and everything. Nothing was odd, nothing was different. I would run errands for the Mayor daily, and the room was normal as it had been the time I had left earlier. I sat in the chair to think, but something was now wrong. The seat was oddly warm, as if someone had been sitting in it seconds before me. Maybe...maybe he was taken suddenly, but how? The window was locked, and I was at the door before. I also remember checking ever

Log 1 Well…here I am. I don't understand the point of writing in this. My parents told me to because they love me, but can I really believe that? How do I know this isn't a mere monitor of any secrets I hold? Kind of like GLaDOS and Chell's relationship from the game, Portal.  One tests out certain thing for the other, while the other watches the one, learning who she is, her secrets, her life outside the facility, everything she was, and crushes it with an iron fist, or a weighted companion cube in their case. I am getting too caught with games I've played. I'm trying to think of what to write now. It's hard to think and write at the

        Another day, another dollar. The same old house, same old weather, same old bodies littering the floor. Five years of age, yells and screams heard everywhere, policemen rushing me out of the old house. I was told to live with a family friend, Theodore Dervish Lidle. He was a strange man, tall and strong, he wore a bright red trench coat with a grey undershirt. He always wore a hat to cover his hair that stood straight up. He had strange glasses that seemed to becomes shaded in any light. His boots were always akwardly angled, and he had to use a can half the time he walked. His teeth seemed sharper than normal humans and he always sto