What's an Hour?Somewhere along the way I lost myself. I guess I got too caught up in my own world to notice what was going on around me; I was no longer aware. That's why it was so easy for them to capture me but who they are I... can't really tell. I know they're not human but it seems I can only see them in my peripheral vision, slithering and crawling, as black and shiny as scarabs. I try to put my sights on them, they either scurry away or go chameleon on me.
The walls I see in front of me are made of a reddish-blackish organic material. It keeps shifting and changing patterns as if it were alive in some fashion. I try to look down but... something limits my movements. I can't move, every time I try to I feel like... I feel a very strong resistance pulling me back... I'm in a sitting position; I'm in a chair.
It feels warm and rubbery yet it sticks to me like the strongest of superglues and I can feel it... it's diffusing something into me, but i don't know what. Why am I not terrified right now?
Jason and Joel - Log 2Hello everyone,
I just returned from worbrk and I'm relieved (though still cautious) to say that nothing else has happened to me since that experience 2 days ago. I'm still confused about what caused it but after relaying my story to some of my coworkers, all I can say is that something is happening up here.
Their names are Jason and Joel; they don't work together though both do work nearby. I barely know them to be honest and they could just be pulling my leg but I tell you what, looking into their eyes as they told me their experiences suggested otherwise. I mean, they seemed genuinely confused and afraid... I felt cold, but not because I was outside.
Jason: He supervises construction workers, specifically those that handle cement, and he makes sure that all safety procedures are followed as well as making sure that they are on schedule. They had been out earlier today.
Apparently, someone had noticed something moving in the forest. This worker pointed this out to others and the talk
I work in the Yukon - Log 1I'm a construction surveyor, have been for about 5 years now and I'm questioning the career path I have chosen for myself.
I honestly don't know how I got into doing this but I guess my Dad somehow convinced me into thinking that I would be happy doing this. Unfortunately, this was not the case, but I continued to convince myself that this was a career path that I should take, despite my better judgment.
I'm not happy. I don't like the fact that I have to cut down part of the forest to get the job done and despite my experience in the job, I still struggle to carry my equipment kilometer after kilometer and it pretty much leaves me brain dead after a day's work (especially during heavy rain or blizzards). In short, I don't enjoy it. Even the paycheck isn't worth what I feel I'm going through doing this shit.
The only saving grace for this godforsaken profession is my partner and friend, John (not his real name).
Now John isn't really made for this type of work either but he does seem t