Entry 269: 14-9-7-8-20-13-1-18-5

You’ve awoken

How do you feel?

Is the world a beautiful place?

Is it even real?

No doubt you’d like to stand on your beliefs

No doubt you are thinking, where could I possibly be?

I have the answers you seek

Even those you don’t realize, you need

In order to learn the truth

I require a simple sacrifice from you…


Two holograms of two earths stand before your sight

Choose one…

Left or Right?



Entry 154: My Sweet Addiction

The things I do, I do for you

All the love and care

How I tried to build you up when you were down

Only to be ignored the moment he came back into your life

Did it feel good that night when you took your knife

Burying it deep inside?!

Did you love the way the blood flowed as my heart slowly died

Killing me slowly, the entire fucking time?!

I felt every slow stab

Part of me loved it

I am not gonna lie

Every emotional moment, a new twist of the knife

Slowly cutting me up inside

As you happily ended my life

One beautifully placed word at a time!


I know you loved it, I saw it in your eyes

The day I died!

You played so coy and so sweet

Oh, you were the perfect killer really

Acting innocent, playing so kind as can be

You lured me in, building me perfectly again

I knew it then, though I couldn’t stop

You were always going to kill me in the end

My sweet poison, my beautiful addiction

Twisting my every emotion with your words

Playing me like an idiot who just needed to think you cared

I’m sure it was quite beautiful really

I knew the entire time, you were spewing nothing but lies

However, I couldn’t stop

I needed to know you were there

I needed to pretend you cared

Love, the most dangerous emotion of all

I couldn’t stop caring

What is really fucked up, is how you stabbed me slowly


Shredding me to tiny pieces

Psychologically toying with me

All the time never truly giving a care

I knew it, but why could I not stop then?

Why couldn’t I run away?

I knew you were the death of me and yet still…

Here I was, trying to be there for you…

You were in my very mind

In my soul

I couldn’t get rid of you!

You were the sweetest drug of all

I, an addict!

That’s why, as I died

I looked you in the eyes

Wanting an answer for how one could be

So full of manipulation and deceit?

So charismatic, that they could bring me to stay knowing

They were going to kill me in the end

To still want to care, letting you take the knife to me

A willing sacrifice

Death, no real escape

For after you stabbed me in the heart

Laughing all the way

Every piece of the pain as you picked apart my flesh

Devouring it,

Some part of me still cared

I was still addicted to wanting your love

Even knowing I never had it

So after I died

I came back to get him

Slowly watching him at night

Getting to truly understand the one you used to toy with me

The other puppet in your life

The one worth killing me for

Then when the moment was right

I came to him one night

I recorded every thing…


The way I chained him to the chair

Then took my own knife

Slowly licking his face

Cutting him to pieces

Oh I stared him in the eyes

The shock on his face when he realized

His death was at the hands of his best friend

The one he was betrayed by in the end

A long dead ghost

Now I slowly picked apart his flesh

Embracing the drops of blood that came from every cut

Letting him bleed!

Tearing him apart slowly!

I made sure everything was so perfect in the end

Making sure he knew how deeply personal this was for me



Then to my surprise

You were already there

Watching the entire time

You were filled with so much glee

The perfect killer having turned me…

Into a monster just like you

Once again, you had won

I was yours to do with what you wanted

Even in death you had won

Manipulating all you come across

You slowly whispered in my ear

You’re eternally mine to do with what I want

Look at the monster I’ve made you become

Be a good pet my dear

Feel the sweet anguish I still bring to you

Take the knife to yourself again and again

Feel me slowly killing you 

Do this eternally my sweet

Die again and again for me

You are my plaything in death as you were in life

Mine to happily toy with eternally


Your Sweet Addiction

-My Sweet Addiction-

Entry 132: The Clocktower: Reflection

I wandered for hours

Having finally escaped

I pondered what might be next for me?

This place gave me scars of all kinds

I bore the obvious physical scars

Deeper though were the ones I bore in my mind

Deepest were the ones in my soul

I’d done some sick things to get out of that place

That woman reminding me of the worst of my memories

The Clocktower had reset every hour and things shifted

Still, everything was quiet…too quiet I thought to myself

There was no haunting voices

No psycho trying to murder me

It was just endless wandering

I had too much time to reflect

What had I become in this place?


The Clocktower shifted and this time

There was a bridge that led to a platform

So I continued along my path

The moment I crossed the bridge

Like glass, it shattered behind me

The platform was circular

Below me lit up white flames inside a case

It was a clock I stood on

All black

It read 12

Welcome Ren

It is time we learn your true motivations

The voice was dark but there was no one there

Perhaps it was The Clocktower itself

If so though…why was it not taunting me as before?

Are you proud of your actions thus far?

No, I said looking away

I did what I felt necessary…

The dial below my feet seemed to be keeping track of time

Perhaps until the next reset?

It read 12:05

The platform raised

Would you say you are a good soul?

I’m not sure I can judge such a thing

I’d like to think so…but then again

Do men of war see themselves as villains?

I believe they see themselves as hero’s

Even if they are evil at heart

The platform raised again before coming to a stop

The Kid you sent to eternal torment

Do you believe you did the right thing?

I’m not even sure how to answer that.

I obviously didn’t think it right

Then again, it was about survival right?

He seemed very eager to off me

Probably thinking about his own motivations

Not unlike myself…

I didn’t want it to end like that…

I meant well but you know how that goes…

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions…

I thought maybe there would be a way to move forward

Perhaps a way to release their souls in the end

I’d like to do so, should I survive this

Then again…I’m starting to think that won’t be something I can do…

The platform began its ascent again…this time it didn’t stop

If there was a way to escape…would you give up the other souls to do so?

I’d love to say I’d take their place…

But I’ve done some things as of late that make me question myself

Am I the soul I thought I was…or am I just another monster in this place?

There is definitely darkness inside of me

As with the Kid…it usually comes out when it becomes about survival

So, I have every intention of saying yes…I’d take there place

That is what I’d do

However, I won’t truly know unless I get to that point…

…I guess

Do you enjoy inflicting suffering on others?

Not really…but I’m aware some part of me likes it

Some part of me enjoys inflicting suffering upon

Those who do the same to others

Still that is enjoyment in another’s suffering so if we are going

Straight yes or no…then yes

That’s hard to say, but I’m learning not to lie to myself anymore

I would hope my motivations would be considered…

If you had a chance at true vengeance with your Uncle


Freedom from this place…could you forgive him in order to ensure

Your escape?

I felt a flood of memories…

My blood boiled at the thought

I grit my teeth without even realizing it



What if another’s freedom were on the line instead…

Say Sara’s or The Kid’s?

I felt myself gasp in shock

The question threw me off…

I’d like to say I would…but…no promises

Very well…continue your ascent

The platform raised and the voice faded

I was left with only my thoughts as the platform stopped

What had I become?

Was I truly a monster?

I continued across another bridge

A huge door stood before me

It had screaming faces etched into it

Above it read:

Seek help from beyond

I wasn’t sure what that meant but seeing as there was no way in

I turned and went up a staircase to the right of it

-The Clocktower: Reflection-




Entry 45: Nova Daniels #2

I saw a message on a wall today

In blood, this is what it had to say

7 words hold a key

Rearranged into 5

If you solve this

Then there is a chance you will survive

Unlocking a piece of the puzzle

That is the mystery of this town

Black Winter holds so many things

Potentially answers to questions you ponder

I know this is why you wander

If you seek your husbands fate

Then answers you will need to make

Start here and answer this

Soon enough you will find other puzzles to solve

You can even enlist the help of others in a world beyond

Likely they are reading your plight

Unaware they might someday to

Find themselves awaking in a town they thought

Only a fictional mystery, with an eerie history

That is all I can say

Enough of the 4th wall has been broken for today.

So it was I found a pen

Sitting on top of a trash can and with I wrote

A message of my own

If anyone can see this I pray, an answer you will have for me today

Here is what I found with the pen

A simple message held within

It reads:

Oh Atheistic Wonderfulness Oft It

So if you are reading this I pray to you

Help me solve this puzzle please

I need to find my husband soon

Lest my mind be left in ruin

So would you help me please

To solve this and any other mysteries

I’m putting my trust in you

Please come through

Thank you…

-Nova Daniels #2-



Entry 36: Nightmares & Tragedies #1: Mr. Smythes Curious Life

Mr. Smythe had a scythe for which he loved

4 women he dated

3 he hated

Dalia loved to please and was very sexual indeed

Clara was super sweet and loved the taste of meat

Rayley quite often berated him daily

While Hayley up and went crazy

Knowing these facts and that one of these ladies had an axe

Of those involved who still lives?

Keep in mind only 3 wound up in coffins in the end

-Nightmares & Tragedies #1- Mr. Smythes Curious Life-


Entry 32: Daniels Journal: Entry #3

I have been looking into the murders that have been the talk of Black Winter so to speak. More specifically, I was looking into The Dot Code. I’m pretty sure I’m onto something. I’ve been counting the number of dots between each space. More specifically, pay attention to the numbers.

I visited the house where the 911 call came from. I read the message dots. Basically what I came to find was that each dot only increases by one more dot before there is a space. It never goes abo-

(The rest is too thick with blood to read)

Daniels Journal: Entry #3-