happy birthday to me
new camera on the way. i'm going to try to get some sleep.
got my new camera today the dream keeps happening
i need to know if anyone can see this
ive had this word stuck in my head for the past 3 days i want more sleep
It has to be a joke...
Shaun left me a video on my camera. I'll give an update explaining this soon.
It won't leave me alone... Do you believe me now? Please Shaun, if you are watching this... forgive me
I'm sorry
He was different this time. I'm not a bad person.
I came home to this.
I have to get in contact with Eric. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. It's not worth it.
Shaun is still gone. He wants me.
I don't know what was he was hearing. But he says it was like his head was splitting in two. The meeting with Shaun previous to this is on another memory card. I'll put it up when i get it back. He's safe now, with me.
I was tipped off by a family friend that Shaun was staying with one of his friends named Dave. I showed up and talked with Shaun. As he was preparing his things to come home he suddenly fell to the ground. Dave helped me to get him home. Everyone is okay now. Eric and Shaun are staying with me at least until we figure out what happened to him.
This is what happens when I sleep. I can't stop it. Shaun needs to lock the door.
For the most part, Michael is correct in what he says in this video. Eric and I have placed him under a 72-hour watch at his old hospital. I realize that this seems like an awful move, but we were left with simply no option after the events of "Sleepwalking" coupled with every other night since I have gotten here. I can't sleep every night being afraid of my own brother cutting me up in my sleep. He stopped taking his Quetiapine, for God's sake. But I have no reason to justify myself to you all. Of course, he wouldn't go into this situation voluntarily so we had to call a team from the hospital to come get him. He handed me this video file on a flash drive before they took him. He didn't say a word. A note that he wrote on the envelope read. "He was with me here. He will be with me in there. Hope to hell that he won't be with you while I am gone. He isn't happy." I felt that putting up this message was only fair to Michael. Michael had been alone in the basement for the day and a half between when he stopped his meds and when Eric and I called MHCD. I don't know what he was doing but he wasn't staying still. We kept hearing him talking. I am sure it was to "Him". I love him, he is my brother, but he needs those meds to stay with us and be able to fight. Part of this doesn't feel like Michael.
We're sorry, Michael's not here right now. Please leave your message after the tone...
Though our words are harsh I rarely mean any of them. Not truly twins but we're still the same These are the Powers who earth-born mortals save
I got into contact with a girl who was in one of the hospitals that Michael stayed at. Her message said that they stayed in the same hall at The Overlook Psych Ward somewhere in Vermont when my family Moved around that area of the country. Honestly, the video footage has never turned out so corrupt. Whatever this is, it is getting stronger, or its power over my brother is growing. Michael seems to be long gone and this Patrick has taken the reigns. For your own sake, Stormy, stay out of this from here on. I know what he is capable of and I can't let you put yourself at risk. I welcome any help in figuring out this "puzzle" that Michael talked about. He says I have to come to this on my own, but I have watched all of his videos so many times and nothing stands out. I can't even tell where my brother ends and where this psycho begins. Help me, please. -Shaun
Eric is in the hospital. I told them we were working on a car and it came off the jack. That excuse miraculously worked explaining the hit on the head and gasoline. He keeps telling me to remember but all I can find are pointless documents. This has to stop... The document Eric was reading is on the update page. I added a forum there too for anyone who cares to help me out. I'm sorry Eric...
Been trying to forget about a lot of stuff that's been happening but it won't go away.
For Shaun Talk to Stormy No time - M
He wasn't the same this time. I can't make sense of anything that he was saying, nothing of it made any sense. The note at the end reads "Thestormiscoming." He was apologizing to Stormy, I think, and for what happened in Jersey which makes absolutely no sense. Something is wrong with him, and I need to talk to Stormy as soon as I can.
It felt like everything inside me was crunching in on itself. This was last night. Stormy dragged me into the bedroom where I slept for the last 30 or so hours. If I didn't have this video, I would be convinced that none of it happened at all. I went to visit Stormy after holding up at Michael's house for the last couple weeks. Since I can't sleep I have been watching through all of these old videos, attempting to figure something out that I missed. I still have the flash drive marked "MLA" that I grabbed from her room and I will get to it as soon as I have time. I have come to the conclusion that I know absolutely nothing. I still don't know how to fight it, or what it even is. But, even after this, I still want to fight. Last time I saw Patrick, he seemed to have a little bit of my brother back in him. That is worth fighting for. Everything, besides last night, has been extremely quiet and I hate it that way. I'm going to see how Stormy feels about rooming together, at least until this whole situation dies down a little bit. I haven't been sleeping and have been taking some of Michael's pills. Eric tried calling me the other day, but hung up when I answered. His mother told me he moved out of town, but she won't say where. She got upset with me and kicked me out of his house. She said he was acting strange, angry, and violent before he left. She blames me.
This is the video file from the flash drive marked "MLA" that I took from Stormy. Its a message to me. I can vaguely remember the clock that he is talking about, but not in as much detail as he describes. Could it really have started there? I'm a wreck. I want him back. I want this all to have never happened. I want to change it. I wish I could change it.
I haven't heard from or seen Patrick in a very long time, not even a peep. Stormy has moved in with me for now; we're staying at Michael's house. Mentally I am drained. I don't remember anything really about the clock, but it seems like Michael does. I'm searching every inch of this damn house for anything that he may have that can help me figure out how to stop him. The only thing to mention is the dreams. I've been dreaming exclusively about the events of the last year since I can remember and that was the case until recently. Its like I'm reliving the events, but there are things about them that are very different. I don't know how to explain it without sounding ridiculous, but there are little things, things that have been consistent in my dreams for so long, that are absent or changed. It's...unsettling to say the least.
Stormy has shut herself inside the house and refuses to leave. I have no idea what to do. I guess we just sit here and wait for him to come back. He needs my help now, and I am ready to do anything I need to to see this end.
I am so sorry that it has taken this long to get back to all of you. Everything was back to normal, and then suddenly, it just wasn't at all. The second part will be uploaded tomorrow, if all goes well. I am still debating uploading the footage, but a part of me feels like it needs to be shown, if even for my own closure. The hotel room in Newark is quiet, and I am drunk. But you all deserve to know, at the very least, this part of the story. I want to kill it. I will kill it. -Shaun
I wil Kill it. I am going to fjkcing kill it if thats the laskt thing thay i do.. I;m so sorry -Sahun
A return to relative normalcy, while still hunting for information on the hands. I hope you are all faring well. - Michael Andersen (3/4/2013)
We've been out here in the east for quite some time now. We've been jumping between hotels, motels, BnBs, and jobs since my last update in February. It has been, as this video from several months ago goes to show, mentally and physically exhausting. Shaun and I have hours and hours of videos like this, where we continue to hit dead ends. I know that I had previously said that I would be journaling more on this channel, but following that post, we began moving around more and more and things became too hectic. However, I believe we owe it to you all to show you how it's been, where we've been and where we are headed. If anyone knows anything, anyone who can help us, please do not hesitate to reach out to us. We're back now, for better or worse.
This is the real reason that we began uploading again. I have no words right now.
SOMETIMES IT IS JUST TOO MUCH TO TAKE.
THE WORST PART IS THE GOODBYE.
Come. Get. Him.
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