I'm genuinely sorry it's taken me so long to write this.
I've been postponing it for a while now, thinking and re-thinking the situation over and over again, trying to figure out what actually happened, to make some sense of this mess; to find a rational explanation to it all.
After a lot of meditating, I've decided that there may just not be one.
About two weeks ago, I traveled somewhere near five hours by car to visit the headquarters of the company known as "reliable electronics", a company mostly specialized in producing cheap computer devices and accessories, like the ones I found in that box. Upon arrival, the place didn't really stand out: Small, plain office building, with tinted windows and some cars parked in the back. Nothing suspicious.
The lobby seemed normal too: White room, some chairs for guests and a desk in the back, probably for a secretary. I walked in, pretty certain that it was safe, when the door closed shut behind me. I panicked, turned around and tried to get out, but there was no door: Only another white wall. And then, there wasn't even that: Just darkness. Darkness all around me, as far as I could see.
I didn't know what was going on- I still don't know what was going on. I was scared, and confused and I started to panic. I really did think that was it, that I was going to die, disappear and no one would ever hear from me again. But I didn't; Someone out there must've decided there weren't done with me, because there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
Literally: I saw a light, illuminating a small spot in the distance. I didn't know what it was, or why it was there, but it was the only thing I could distinguish for miles around me. So, of course, I started running towards it, thinking that it may be some sort of exit.
It wasn't. As I ran, I started hearing something behind me. Not a man, or at least it didn't sound like a man. It sounded big and like it ran in four legs. And it ran, alright. That thing was getting close to me, and it was doing it really fucking fast. All from the sudden, that light at the end of the tunnel started to seem like it wasn't getting any closer, no matter how fast I went.
Let me tell you something: You never actually run until you feel like you're doing it for your dear life. Without realizing it, you're suddenly light as a feather; it feels like your bones want to escape your body, like the air around you is slowing you down too much. It would've been wonderful if I hadn't felt like I was having a fucking heart attack on the spot.
I ran, and ran, and ran, and kept running, but that fucking light still felt like it was miles away and whatever the fuck was chasing after me was only getting closer by the second without taking a damn break. I could hear growls now, really loud and clear as water. It sounded like a car being crushed by a thousand chainsaws, if that makes any sense- It wasn't pleasant.
I don't know how long I ran for. It felt like days, but for all I know, it was just a couple of minutes before the light ahead of me got so close and so bright that it made my eyes burn. I tried to cover myself, but it felt like it was crawling through my eyelids. It hurted. I dropped, pressed my head against the ground...
And then it just went away. I was inside my car, parked right in front of the building I once thought was RE.
Of course I didn't try to go back in, I'm not THAT stupid. I tried to start up the car so I could get the hell out of there. When that didn't work (because why the fuck would it?) I grabbed my backpack, got out and started walking. But why would it let me catch a breath? Of course /it/ was fucking there as soon as I exited the car. Started running. I'm not sure if it chased me. Didn't stop until my legs gave out.
Next morning, I woke up and managed to crawl myself to a gas station. The attendees must've dismissed me as a hobo or something, because they didn't ask why I was covered in dirt and sweat. I checked my phone, and was kinda surprised to only find one alert: Y'know, I assumed the guys would've sent a text or something. But no.
I saw that post. Of course I freaked out.
I called Ava and asked her to come pick me up, and came back home to find realize that (surprisingly) my car was parked in the garage, my parents hadn't realized I had been gone and my friends had apparently spent an entire day talking and planning with me.
I'm scared. Really fucking scared.
Also, that I had a small, unidentified package in my backpack: A locked, metal box, very light-weight, which tells me that there's nothing to big inside of it. Haven't been able to open it until now and I'm not sure if I want to.
So, that's what's up: We're tired, confused, worn out, shaken up and not a single step ahead of where we were before.
I gotta go catch some sleep.
