entry_#two

It was around 8:32pm when Jamie and I arrived at the location Allen had hid from me underneath all those records and towering ciphers. The sun's heat was already beginning to diminish as its yellow form quietly drifted beneath a sky that looked as though it was made by a fond, artistic mind such as Kristoffer Zetterstrand; thin strokes of orange, pink, and lavander carefully carressing the whole world with gossamer feathers that seemed to drift across the landscape in a slow, tender motion, simultaneously to a wavering strobe-light in the darkness.

"I think this is it, Jamie." I stated faintly as my gaze lay eyes on the ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ, whose foundations was rooted into a grassy pavement and the trees surrounding it from behind. After taking a moment to really drink in the scenery of the place; the tender chirps of the birds overhead, the cool colours washing over my vision, and the cool air brushing through my hair, I released the hinge of the car-door handle and let my feet touch the sordid ground beneath me before moving aside; shutting the door behind me. "It matches the exact same photos on Google Maps." I swivel around to see my friend's head peeking out from behind her car; her eyes observing the enviornment a few minutes before going around the hood of the car and meeting me on the other side. "Well, if it hasn't changed a bit from the photos, I'm surprised. I'm also surprised on how it's still standing. A couple of years should that thing collapse and decompose in the nature of insects and scavangers." She casually mused as I scoffed; leaning my back against the cool metal. "Yeah." I absent-mindedly comment; still staring at the ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ not a far distance away from the two of us.
"Do you think it's still lived in? I mean, look at its conditions."
She shrugged; a spark of uncertainity in her eyes. "I mean, if you really think about it, probably." Her mouth curled up at the ends as she looked away from me. "There's probably pesty things in there. Ghosts even. People ghosts." Then after a brief sigh, she turned to me with a certain inquiry; preceding her previous statement. "Why did you even pick this location at all? Aren't you scared those people ghosts might attack you?" She finished with a light chuckle—a little sound I had grown so used to over the last 17 years I have been with her—to which I give a small shake of the head.
"Nah, 'm not at all afraid of some ghost. Those are just mere fairy-tales designed to frighten children with a fluent understanding of the supernatural and the occult." I look away from her warm gaze and off to the ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ standing before me where [no man can ever return from the eternal cycles of addiction, obsession and] I feel something cold flow past me; a uneasy tremble through my weary bones as I stand; staring at the ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ that imposes on natural ground, and it is at this point I almost can hear a haunting song; the same discordant melody that called—no, lured—Allen and Fowler into a dragging haul to find Ketts; only to find nothing but a downward spiral into madness and cycles they could not break. Las Llaves de la ᴄᴀꜱᴀ Solo Están Dentro de Nosotros Mismos.

"Hey, Sean." The soothing essence of Jamie's voice slithers through my thoughts; snapping me out of spiralling trance, and I turn around to meet Jamie's face; her expression showcasing a swell concern for me. "Is everything alright?" A fleeting moment as she steps forward; leaving a small gap between us. A small spike of frigid unease bestows shudders through my spine and into the networking arms of the nerves as I sense the presence of a unseen beast upon me; standing at the edge of my shoulder behind me—"You don't look too good."
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." I mumble—but the feeling persists in the bowels of my stomach. Zrc evwjcpuc'u pcmpcuuwav macu i lavm oiy. Fpcxwsz yaep fizroiyu zaa uaav, ivx yae'jc lauz zrc uzpivx. "Just tired, is all." I lightly chuckle: the tone not as light but dense as if it were a rock sinking to the very bottom.
She doesn't seem to believe me. Nonetheless, she doesn't press. "Hokay then." A pause, relucelant to proceed. "Lead us, Ms. Roberts!"

I smile weakly, but it does no effect on the wretched sensations in the intervals of my chest—only amptifying them to a extent—and it is only this time a single thought bubbles up to the surface.

Entry Two