Keep a Diary

Day 1

I'm trapped. I don't know where I am, I woke up here. No way out. Didn't check out the place, because wherever I'm in is never ending. The walls are white and freezing to the touch, but not the air. There are icicles on the ceiling. I can touch they on my tiptoes. I tried ramming one into the ceiling for a good ten minutes before giving out. I have no food, no sense of time, and no escape plan. If there were any doors, they'd be perfectly camoflauged. I can't tell how far the room extends; I've walked for 2 hours "today," and there was no end in sight. I'm already thirsty, and the ice off the walls is only enough to wet my lips. I'm going to sleep now. I have no idea why this blank book is with me, but I think I'll keep it with me to stay sane and alive.

Day 2

I don't even know what day I woke up in. There was a box on the ground. There were a pair of gloves, a perfect winter coat, and earmuffs. I could already feel the air getting colder. Who the fuck is doing this to me? What is going on? I got a bottle of ice water. It's cold enough to freeze up my throat, and yet it feels wonderful. I'm hungry now. I'm still searching for an entrance. Nothing. w qefef awbbfhjawbfkbfjh whatever, doesn't matter. Getting colder. Going to keep on walking.

Day 3

They left more boxes for me. Frozen food. Meat, water, toilet paper, pen. I found a thermostat on the wall, and it does nothing but tell the temperature. 42 degrees fahrenheit. The meat won't be frozen for long. I ate a raw chicken this morning and downed it with some cold water. The boxes have labels, too. "KG. ENTERPRISES." As for the pen, mine was already starting to run out. How did they know?

Day 4

Stayed up all night. The equivalent of night. I saw no one come. I passed out after a rough couple of hours. There were no boxes, just a note on the thermostat. "Do not wait. Mis-behave again and the thermostat will go down." 36 degrees. My ass was freezing, and I was going to have to wait for more boxes. I wrote a message. "Thank you so much. Bring more pants, and food. Thank you. I won't wait again." Will update later.

Day 5

SO FUCKING COLD. 24 degrees, no new boxes. FUCKING STARVING, PARCHED, PLEADING. I'm yelling at them all day. Nothing. I ate the cardboard. No good. Fucking artificial lights, insane going. getmeoutassisnumbsoacked,freezing. frostbite oh GOD frostbite, sleeping, note says not to ask, king will provide. who writing? sleep.

Day 6

Woke up to many boxes. 12 is enough to make me sane again. New pants, new wool socks, water, COFFEE. Coffee is good. They know what I've been asking for in my head. And they provide. But they are some sick fucks. Thermostat still low, though. King provided a blanket. Who is the king? Won't try to find it out. I even got a cool looking guitar. It's horribly out of tune, though. I feel much better; going to try to escape again. King is watching. Who is king? Won't try to find out. Fuckinglights

Day 7

New boxes. Food and water, thermostat still low. New note. "R YU REDY? RESPOND IF YES." No idea what it means, but I am curious. Responded with "YES" on a note. The icicles are longer. One can touch the ground. Guitar is perfectly tuned, played moonlight sonata tonight with only frozen bread keeping me sitting upright. Fucking lights.

Day 8

Woke to almost 50 boxes!! Didn't get to see eveery one yet, but the ones I opened contained sweaters in bulk, as long as food, socks, shaving cream, and razors. They're making some sort of workshop in here. Huge pieces of lumber, hammers, and nails. Crude floor plans with a note reading "KING WILL MONTUR PROGRES" who's king? Not going to find out. Might as well build the house for them as I have all the materials. There's even insulation. Maybe it'll keep away those fucking lights.

Day 9

King was not pleased. Cold, -1 degrees. Worked all day. No time to write, only sleep. Will work harder, king, i promiss.

Day 11

Sorry for the absence of an update yesterday. I've worked all day, built the house. Passed out. I woke up and it was completely furnished. The works. King has provided very generously. WHo is he? Won't find out. I can switch the lights on and off now. No fucking lights. The insulation seems to be faulty though, still -1 Fahrenheit. I brought all of the boxes inside. They're disappearing. Played Moonlight Sonata again. I hope they're pleased with my music. Bed is comfy. I'll escape later I think.

Day 12

ANOTHER PERSON NAME IS JAMIE DON'T REMEMBER HOW SHE GOT IT, GOT COAT FOR HER LET HER SLEEP IN BED, DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT KING, WON'T FIND OUT. She's upset and confused, so I let her rest on it and figure things out. I found her reading a note on the thermostat. "KING HAS PROVIDEAD. SHE MUST BILD." I guess she's going to "move away." Played guitar for her, getting really good at it. I will help her.

Day 13

We built the house and made another one, which was much easier. King wants us to build more. 3 more people? No idea. Jamie's nice, I like her a lot. She's a hard worker. She also wants to escape. I'll protect her with my life. I swear, More boxes. Lots more. More people to come, teaching Jamie chords on the guitar. I love Jamie.

Day 14

We finished 2 more houses. The ones we finished yesterday were furnished exactly like mine. Jamie had her own, and we shared our belongings. She claimed to have lived in New England, and that's all she remembered. I remember now, too. I lived in California. No new info from king, but more boxes with red wine and doughnuts. We drank the wine, and laughed together. Thermostat's at 5. I will protect her from the new people iftheyaredangerous I swear.

Day 15: 2 NEW PEOPLE! Jamie and I helped them feel at home, even though they were still coming to terms with their surroundings. Dropped off clothing at their houses while they were unconscious. No messages from King. One's a man, and the other's a female. He's tall and dark, and she's short and blonde. Jamie thinks king is kidnapping people, I think he is helping them. Who is king? Won't find out. 5 degrees warmer good day.

Day 16

Her name's Karla. She's loud and scared. Screamed a lot today, but after an hour or two she calmed down and agreed to help us work. Built more houses, easier with 4 of us. Mark was quiet when we tried to talk to him. More boxes, and a FUCKING PIANO SHOWED. put in Karla's house, she knows how to play it. she remembers a dream of getting lifted into the air by something outside the window. Aliens? Won't find out. No good hypotheses. Almost finished. Karla seems like a bad worker compared to Mark. No messages from king. jamie is getting good at the guitar.

Day 17

More people. One pregnant, teenager, men. I fear for the pregnant one. we've no hospitals nor knowledge of medicine. i have the least. king will provide though. I asked jamie about the dream. she had it too, so dd mark, not karla. we are afraid of it. thermostat 23, wasn't sure what it used to be.

Day 18

New people are nice. they fit right it. the teenager is cool, and he still recalls his "past life." the men are excellent workers. the pregnant woman is sick, new boxes though. one marked with hospital. how the fuck do we build a hospital, only plans for another house with different labelling. icicles are melting, plenty of food, one of the men plays piano. jamie is good. i'll protect her. i swear.

Day 19

finished hospital, took forever, writing hand in pain. need sleep. new boxes, medical supplies. sleeping with jamie. she loves me. i will protect her i swear.

Day 20

hospital fully operational. thankyou king. beds, iv, equipment too complicated for any of us t fathom. none of us are doctors. not much to do today...quiet day. jamie and i fucked, karla and kyle flirtsy. every one can play an instrument, although the only one we cna play is moonlight sonata. they don't remember playing an instrument prior to this. warm. 40. meat melting, good. saved icebox to keep meat from going bad. we have plenty. greg playd mad libs with us. i am his father now. i will protect him i swear.

Day 21

busy all day, 5 more houses. Jamie and i are leaders, kyle gives me nasty glares, rubbing off on karla. New note. "HE IS YOUR LEADER NOW." neither appreciated that. everyone else is fine, temperature 33. not worried about food anymore. cold, but convenient. mark is my best friend. he starts to remember his past. nevada. casino. his kids. dreams, king is always watching. he has the dream too. he will bide his tme for escape. 4 more houses.

day 22

3 new people, asleep. one is a doctor! Western Maine Pediatrics. Ronald. bedroom wall has a picture, signature on it. says "ROTH" is roth the kind? won't find out. haunted me today. no idea what it meant. more questions than answers. the painting is beautiful.

24

she is called miranda, jamie wants to take it down. king would get mad! excuses. miranda is beautiful. prettier than jamie. i hide it well. who is roth, who is king? won't find out. i will protect miranda i swear.

25

new people remember everything. nice little society. jamie is doing good, i love her, she is beautiful. i am in love. i will protect her i swear. no, i will forget about miranda. i am a leader. i need to be sane. king provides and temp the same. new bloke can play moonlight sonata, and used to play it all the time in his high school band. what's a high school? i will stay sane.

Day?

MIRANDA IS EVIL KING PUTS THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD, HE IS BAD, DESTROYING SANE. I MUST STAY SANE. WHO IS KING WON'T FIND OUT. -30 DEGREES BEDSHEETS FREEZING PREGNANT BITCH DIED WHY. MARK BLAMES ME I AM ALONE. NO LONGER ACCEPTED AS LEADER. 39 BOXES ALL GONE NO N NO NO NO GREG ISN'T DEAD NOT MY SONG NO IT'S BEENA WEEK OF FREEZING  COLD.

day?

I woke up without jamie. she loves mark now. i failed to protect her. mark has a gun now. i'm going to leave now. miranda is evil, and king is EVERYTHING! I know that now. GREG GREG GREG NO HE DIED. they were fools to have trusted me, leaving. pockets full of food.

day 32

i don't care any more. i walked for two hours, and the fucking lights caught up to me. i fell asleep. i drank water and kept walking. i found box with food and sleeping bag, faint hum in the air, some kind of static. i'm not going back. it's warmer. i have miranda. she is humming. silence, ice white, then humming. i'll take another nap.

Day 33

I bled from my eyes and ears today, and the humming silence is louder. i wrote with my blood. the king must hurry and provide. i have dreams of jamie and mark, hospital is working out better than i am. i love the king. i miss him. i dream of an open door. i must ignore the hum and fucking lights

Day 37

the snow is getting heavier. no boxes, snow tastes well now. will write more later

i'm scared. set up quick camp, and buried in snow. footsteps in the snow. like an earthquake. i must keep writing. the king is not pleased. i must keep running. king will punish me.

Day 38

i've been running all day in small spurts. my backpack is gone, but my paper is with me. i stop and run again when i hear the tremors. the miranda the kind was controlling me directly. I was wrong to have listened to him at all. He is evil. I know that now, and I also know that I need to see him face-to-face. The snow is 3 feet deep. I'm going to make a foxhole, and confront the king as he marches by. i will die, but jamie is not there to keep me going any more. Moonlight Sonata...

Day 39

I fell asleep last night or day, and woke up to thundering. i wan't scared. i had waited long enough. hhe was going to die, or i was. the buzz grew louder. I heard a squick and blood ran out of my ears like a crimson river. I saw him. He wasn't a thing. He wasn't solid or tangible. Pure energy. When he moved, the earth followed him. I wasn't supposed to see him. My eyes melt, and I didn't need to see him.

His voice didn't need ears to be heard, because it filled my mind, and forced everything else out. Nothing existed but him. This was hell. Or purgatory. I slumped to the ground, and my eardrums healed, and the king erased this diary. I should have listened. He's trying to save me. I.I'm trapped. I don't know where I am, I woke up here. No way out. Didn't check out the place, because wherever I'm in is never ending. The walls are white and freezing to the touch, but not the air. There are icicles on the ceiling. I can touch they on my tiptoes. I tried ramming one into the ceiling for a good ten minutes before giving out. I have no food, no sense of time, and no escape plan. If there were any doors, they'd be perfectly camoflauged. I can't tell how far the room extends; I've walked for 2 hours "today," and there was no end in sight. I'm already thirsty, and the ice off the walls is only enough to wet my lips. I'm going to sleep now. I have no idea why this blank book is with me, but I think I'll keep it with me to stay sane and alive.