Just my luck.....

[Dr.Rumstain]

You are still here, mostly likely doing better then I as well, but there is no time to chit-chat, I have more to tell. If you are gone, well, I cant blame you, I can see why people do not believe in me, and after this post, even less may believe.

I woke up at around 6:00 o'clock yesterday, and before I posted the last post, I stepped outside to water the lawn."Hey" I heard from in front of me, I could tell that jet black, spiked hair, extremely pale skin, and the bluest damn eyes.......ever anywhere, why it was no other than Andreea Christinel, a girl I knew ever since she moved from Romania to America when she was 7, that was twenty ago, so I guess you know that we are kind of close friends.

I asked "Andreea, what are you doing here? Did you get that phD in mental health yet" with a grin of relief, knowing that an old friend like her was here.

She smiled "Yes, about a few weeks ago........hey, you don't look to good, are you okay"

"Fine" I said under my breath, I had not real looked at myself in the mirror since yesterday, nor did I even change out of my business suit from yesterday, it was unlike me, I am a clean freak after all. "Just been a rough few days at work."

"Let me guess, you are still at that horrible job?"

"Its better than listening to peoples problems, sounds to damn depressing."

"Better then going to document all the crap in a dead man's house, by the way, who died this time?"

"Alexander Zodiac...."

She frowned "Poor guy, I used to know him, how did he die?"

"Beats me, they found him in his basement, next to a beam, covered in chains, with scratches all over his body, maybe he chocked himself too...........oh shit!" I shouted, realizing that water from the hose was going all over my left pant leg.

She laughed hard, so hard in fact that tears rolling down her cheeks "Just like you Nigel, not paying attention to anything at all"

"At least I don't weigh 2 pounds!"

"Well I got to go do my job, I'll see you around"

"Uh....bye" I said, she then walked off into the distance. My neighbor was giving me a strange look, and I gave him one too while saying "What the Hell are you staring at, pal?" He just shook his head and walk away, back into his house. I did the same and posted my story online.

At 4:35 P.M I arrived at Zodiac's once more, the feeling was still there, but I pushed forward anyways, like I did the first time around. I decided to finish the first video, and would try to finish the second. I went to the basement, this time I brought a torch with me, and finally found the first film. I put the film in and waited till I got to the point where I left off.

As Zodiac nods, he enters the hole in the wall, it seemed as if he enters a black hole, it sucks him into the inky blackness, never to be seen again. By this time I realized the filmed looked old, I noticed that this was a super 8 projector, and (of course) the film was super 8 thus, there was no sound, all of a sudden the film just stops........no white screen like a normal 8 millimeter film would, it just stops on a freeze, like a pause.....I decided to put in the second film. I found the can of film, on the can, a name was written on it, "Betruger" I payed this no attention though and stuck the film in and what I saw next is something I wont soon forget.

The"film" starts with a white screen but in the far distance you can hear a thumping noise, it cuts to black, there is no noise for about 7 seconds, then it cuts to another screen, of something horrible. I can say what ever was on the screen, it was humanoid in shape, but it's face (from the brief instance I saw it) was covered in bandages, it moved it's head violently and in the background was the sound of (from what I guess) a broken vacuum cleaner. The screen fades slowly (dissolving is a better word to use), to another humanoid figure, this one looked more human, although its body was a bit more distorted then the last, a sound of chains rustling was in the background. During this time, the room felt colder, and the feeling of something was watching me was extremely strong, I turned to look over my shoulder a few times. Although I felt scared, the film did not get to me, I thought it was some strange fetish shit that Zodiac had, those thoughts were gone when the next figures were shown. The screen cuts again and the camera pans upwards.......I could here moaning and the rustling of chains, as if someone was in a great amount of pain, there was a man on the film, he had a business suit, scratches along his hands and face, and covered in chains.........it was Zodiac. A twisted, distorted Zodiac. He turns slowly towards and looks towards the camera, he looks at me. The "film" stops for a second.......and there was no noise or image, it felt as if time had stopped completely. The "film" starts again, this time its another black screen, or so I thought. I looked closely, I could see a person in the dark, just faint, but it was still enough to see a body, but the face was covered in shadows. All of a sudden, the screen turns to a video of me, in the basement. Something was filming me! I yanked the film out but the video of me was still playing, the film was out and the projector was off. I turned to see if I could find the camera that was filming me, nothing! Then film once again dissolves. This time it was over.

I felt sick to my stomach, what the Hell was going on?

After about 5 minuets of silence.....I heard a noise from the upstairs area. I was sure the bastard who was filming me was up there. I ran up there as if my life depended on it (at the time, I thought it did.) The door to Zodiacs bedroom was locked, and I could here the bastard, laughing at me! I rammed into the door with all my might and broke through the door and turned on my torch, there was no on in there, no one at all. I looked around high and low, but I stopped in my tracks when I saw a map pictures of people on the wall. A yarn went through each picture. There were about 50 people on this thing and under each was a name and a date.

James Revok: 1984
Harry Mortz: 1984
Heather West: 1985
Henry Cooper: 1985
Etc..

The second to last one seemed to be torn off, because a bit of the picture was still there. The last one was a picture of Zodiac! Under it, it said:

Alexander Zodiac: 2012

I looked around the room one last time, and found a dairy, must have been Zodiac's. I took the diary home with me, if I find anything unusual in this, I will report this to you guys right away.

Good bye, for now.