We arrived back home from the city, and as we settled in, we began talking about the day's events and sharing some fun stories. The evening wore on, and soon it was almost time for dinner.
"Should we order something?" Brian asked. "I'm too tired to cook right now."
"Yeah, sure!" we all agreed.
We decided on pizza. Within 30 minutes, we heard the doorbell ring. I went to answer it, greeted the delivery guy, and paid for the pizza, leaving him a tip. I closed the door and headed back to the living room.
"Dinner's served!" I called out cheerfully.
Jay turned on the TV and put on a series we could watch while eating. After we finished the pizza, we didn't do much else—just sat on the couch, watched a movie together, and then headed to bed.
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In the following weeks, life seemed to return to a sense of normalcy. The intense events that had unfolded in the past months gradually faded into the background. I had effectively settled into my new routine with Tim, Jay, and Brian. We engaged in various activities, enjoyed each other's company, and started to put the traumatic experiences behind us.
We focused on making new, positive memories and finding joy in the simple things. The shadow of the past began to recede, replaced by laughter, shared experiences, and a newfound sense of stability. We managed to move forward, and the troubling events from the last few months slowly became a distant memory, overshadowed by the camaraderie and fun we now shared together.
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Another week later, we're sitting around the dining table, enjoying the delicious food Brian made for us, just like every other evening. I feel a strange vibe in the air, one that I have never felt before, or at least don't remember feeling. It seems like I'm the only one who senses it.
After dinner, I head to my room and open up my laptop. I start working on it again, but suddenly, the laptop screen goes black. The charger is plugged in, so it can't be the battery being dead.
A white light starts shining on my laptop, followed by a strange sequence of letters and numbers:
0000101004/001000100000010018/00101010101010000001010/010100000101000101000010100
The screen goes black again. Now a new code appears:
4/18/10
It stands in front of the slashes. I think it's a date.
April 18, 2010. That's tomorrow.
The light flashes again, and "Rosswoods Park Trail" appears in big letters. The screen then returns to its previous state.
"So tomorrow at Rosswoods Park, by the trails. What time? And for what?" I remember the events from months ago. Could this be connected to that? I thought it was finally over! Maybe if it's related, I can put an end to all these horrible things.
I have to go there, hoping I can stop whatever is about to happen.
I start packing for tomorrow: cameras, tapes, flashlight, and my knife. I plan to grab some food and water in the morning, just in case something happens.
I head to bed, but I can't sleep. The uncertainty of what might happen keeps me awake. After tossing and turning, my mind racing with scenarios, I finally manage to drift off.
The next morning, I wake up with a strange feeling. Something is going to happen today, I can sense it. But I have to go to Rosswood Park—maybe it's the only way to end everything.
I walk to my laptop, which is inexplicably on despite my memory of closing it. A note lying on the desk catches my eye. It reads, "6 PM." That must be the time they want me to be at Rosswood Park today. As the day progresses, my nerves about what might happen only intensify. Around 3 PM, the guys head out to the store, leaving me alone in the house. With them gone, I quickly gather the other items I need: food, drinks, and some of Tim's pills. I notice he has the same cough medicine as I do, and I'm running low. Just as I'm finishing up, I hear the door open. It's my housemates returning.
"What are you doing, Y/N? Why are you grabbing all that stuff?" Tim asks.
"I wanted to explore some of the woods," I reply, trying to sound casual. "I enjoy being out there. Since nothing has happened in the past few months, I thought I'd take a look around."
"Alright, but be careful," Jay says with concern.
"I will," I reassure him. "I'll just take a look around and probably head back soon. Can I borrow one of your cars?"
"Yeah, you can use mine!" Jay offers.
"Cool, thanks, Jay!" I respond.
I walk back to my room and place the items on my bed. "I'm sorry, guys. I don't want any of you to get caught up in this. That's why I have to go alone," I think to myself.
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I walk to the living room with all my stuff and glance at the clock. It's 5:30 PM—time for me to head out.
"I'm going to the woods now. I'll probably be back quickly," I say to the guys.
"Alright, but be careful. You never know when he might show up," Brian warns.
"And if anything happens, just call us!" Tim adds.
"I will! Thanks, guys. See you soon." I head out the door and walk to Jay's car. I toss my gear into the passenger seat, strap my GoPro to my torso, and set up my handheld camera in the car, just in case something happens while driving. I drive to Rosswood Park and arrive around 6 PM. Taking a deep breath, I tell myself, "You can do this, Y/N. Maybe nothing bad will happen."
I step out of the car, gather my equipment and camera, and walk up to the start of the trail.
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Marble Hornets Your POV
HorrorFor these past few years Y/N (You) struggles with a certain thing and person following them. It was quiet for a while. But than on one day, it all starts to go wrong again. That day you met people who are willing to help you solve the problem that i...
