THE FOLLOWING ARE ENTRIES OUT OF THE "OTHER" JOURNAL, AS PERTAINS TO THE SITUATION CURRENTLY BEING OUTLINED WITHIN THE REPORT.
--File 050: Parallels--
Below are several journal entries that bear notable similarities- and remarkable differences- from the current situation. The veracity of the claims that this journal comes from another, alternate "iteration" of reality cannot be verified outside the events of the report, but as pertains to the situation, they're important to record down.
10/20/XXXX
Dear Journal,
I'm beginning to think it was a mistake coming to this town. We crossed into it with all of our plans, and I got this bad feeling that... that we were walking straight into a trap.
Blaine's been odd since we got here. Quiet and withdrawn. Something about the town affected him, and he keeps fiddling with his laptop. I can't figure out why, but it's making me uneasy, too.
The lady at the Inn was something Stephen King would've recoiled at. She didn't want to give us a room at first, but the second she saw the game, it was like Anders said- total game changer. They all know exactly who we are here.
Blaine doesn't seem as bothered about her as Anders and I are. He almost seems to think it's funny, how horrific she looked, like her smile was going to keep going until her head snapped clean off.
He brought enough batteries and equipment to last us until probably next month, but something about his camera is beginning to make me uneasy. I don't know what it is.
Everything is making me uneasy. Maybe that's the problem.
Emma
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10/20/XXXX
Dear Journal,
Father Perez is dead. He's fucking dead. I can't believe he's actually dead, and that's not even the worst part. Everything feels like it's so, so wrong.
There's another serial killer. "Weiss". That was what some people suggested fifteen years ago, but there was never any evidence. Now we know: there were two, after all. Weiss is responsible for the games, and Grantham was the "face" of the murders, going after those girls himself, directly.
Blaine, Alex, and I got away from the church after Father Perez was... killed. I can't even fathom what just happened, and we have no idea if Anders or Bartosz are alive. I hope they are. I'm so terrified to think if they aren't.
Alex is distraught. Blaine... Blaine doesn't seem as bothered as I expected him to be. He and Weiss... something happened at the Church. Weiss kept commenting on how he knew Blaine, knew they came from the same kernel of suffering, and Blaine didn't say anything in response. He just listened. Maybe he was unsettled, but he just... I don't know. He didn't react how I'd have liked him to toward everything.
He's standing guard, now, with us, but I can tell Alex really doesn't like him. He doesn't trust him at all. I don't know Alex from Adam, but I feel like suddenly, I know Blaine even less. He almost feels like a totally different person- like he's listening for something, waiting for something. He's on edge, but it's not for the same reason the rest of us are... and he keeps looking at his phone screen.
At first, I thought he was looking for Anders, trying to contact them, but I caught a glimpse. He's looking at a video file in one of his folders on his phone. All I could see was that it was named "Never Forget", whatever that means.
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I don't like this. I feel like I can't trust Blaine anymore, and I don't know what to do with that.
Emma
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10/21/XXXX
Dear Journal,
We headed back into town and crashed at the motel. We kept hoping that Bartosz and Anders would join up with us, but they didn't. None of our texts or calls are going through.
I woke up several times through the rest of the night, but every time I did, I saw that Blaine was sitting in the dark, in a chair, staring at his laptop screen. I went to the bathroom and saw that he was still just... staring at the file. He wasn't even watching it, he was literally just... looking at the file.
I have to be imagining things. I have to be imagining this unease. Nothing is wrong, it's just this place and Weiss getting to all of us, surely...
Emma
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10/21/XXXX
Dear Journal,
The worst has happened. I keep thinking that, and then something worse happens, but this has to be the worst thing, bar none.
Jake Grantham is back.
I can't even describe the horror Alex, Blaine, and I just went through. We decided to risk it and leave the motel to try to hunt down Bartosz and Anders, but we overestimated our abilities and had to duck into the motel when the timer went off.
There was a horrific swarm of flies. I can't... so many people must have died. So many people. I couldn't look. The flies all turned into the shape of a man, and somehow I knew that it was Jake Grantham. He's back. The murderer from 15 years ago who killed my roommate and best friend is back.
The things he said to Blaine, though... the things he hinted at, and the way Blaine looked at him when he said them. He seems to think that Blaine killed someone, but Blaine told me about that. He killed his step-father in self-defense... but that doesn't seem to be what Grantham was talking about, and Blaine didn't seem all that upset at the mention.
He said Blaine was like him and Weiss, and Blaine didn't say anything to refute him. He barely knew Alex and I were there.
I CANNOT TRUST BLAINE. I can't. Grantham said it, and he was right. "She'll never trust you, Blaine." I can't trust him, not after the things I saw in his face... I can't explain it. He wasn't horrified, or scared, or angry... I can't put a name to what I saw, but I don't trust him.
He wants to visit the lake tonight.
I need to see that file on his computer.
Emma
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DO NOT TRUST BLAINE
DO NOT TRUST BLAINE
DO NOT TRUST BLAINE
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10/21/XXXX
Dear Journal,
We're taking a minute to get ourselves together. Blaine insisted we only go out at night, to avoid being seen. We're trying to get to Grantham's house; Alex says he and Father Perez staked this place out at the request of Bartosz, a while back, but he says no one ever goes in or out of Grantham's old home. The lights are always on, though.
I have such a bad feeling, it's not even funny, but Blaine won't listen to me or Alex. Alex doesn't feel too good about this, either, but Blaine's insistent. He thinks this is the only way to get around undetected.
Yeah, right, because the darkness is going to stop a living, breathing body of flies and a dude who makes haunted, teleporting game consoles. I'm so sure.
Alex is going to look for the boat he and Father Perez used to use to try to get across the lake quietly. He says it's very small, small enough to go unnoticed- the lake is a lot bigger than it seems. It'll take us about thirty minutes to cross it and get to the other side.
I'm freaking out. I have no idea why! I have the worst feeling in all the wo
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The journal entry ends there, and when it picks back up, there's the blood splattered page that Emma mentioned before.
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10/21/XXXX
Alex is dead.
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The following is from Emma's "current" journal, and was written before the mirror incident, which potentially happened as she was writing in her journal, though it's possible that she also fell asleep. Time is uncertain now.
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10/21/XXXX
Dear Journal,
The other journal keeps mentioning this file and Blaine being obsessed with his computer. I need to ask him if there's anything like that, but I've never, ever seen him mess with his phone or laptop in that way.
There's so many differences between how my Blaine and that Blaine is reacting to things.
Alex... I think the other Blaine got him killed. In that world, at that point, Blaine would have been all I had left in that case...
I'm going to go ta
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The journal entry ends abruptly there.