Six?

Six days. Okay, so it's a lot to catch up on.
Raven's obviously trying to get himself killed. Theorizing like that? Testing theories?
That's not a safe place to stand.

BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE? HACKING MY BLOG?

seriously not a safe place to stand.

He posted that Truth bit. So, I have a problem. Anything more than a few minutes worth of sleep? Bang, dreaming of the fucking Forest. WHY IS THERE A FOREST IN MY HEAD?

I woke up... this afternoon I suppose. The last thing I remember was trying to stay awake, apparently this was almost a week ago though. My boots have dried mud on them. I was absolutely starving when I woke up. Weather sites say the last rain we had was earlier in the week. Real downpour by the looks of it.

So while I was gone, Raven's been posting inanities here. And maybe I have, I don't think he could do that good a job of faking that pretentious BS of his. It's positively oozing through the last couple posts here.

My arms and knees are pretty banged up. Some nice bruises. Really sore. I have not been lightly used. Which worries me. Checked my things. The gun is where I left it. It's a little dusty. Which is a good thing. None of the pointy things in the house have been moved.
Also good.

I have no idea what happened during those six days. See if I can keep up this particular stretch of wakefulness a bit longer. I don't want to sleep. I am terrified of going to sleep. There is something in that forest. And I really don't want to find out what.


Obvious problem. If I sleep, the forest is waiting for me. I don't want to find out what happens if I try to stay awake that long again.
No cryptic writing on my forearm this time. That's a plus I suppose.