Log Date #502

Log Date #485

So. We're here now. Without my 484 other logs. I may find them, but i doubt it. But what matters is we're safe. Wherever we are, anyways. Me, my little brother, and his "pet" tortoise named... what did he change to this time?

Sampson? Whats your tortoises' name now?

"Jeffery simpson III"

III? Dont you mean "the third"?

"Nope!"

Im honestly surprised he can carry that thing. We've been out here for a good hour, or at least I think, and he hasn't handed it over to me. Thats not right. There is something wrong with this place, i just know it. Its safer than back home, i suppose, just more ominous than a normal place... but the woods have always creeped me out- i really dont know why. Maybe the Suicide Forest in Japan fueled this? I'm really uncertain. I've been there before, actually. Heard voices in my head, felt weak, and was almost driven mad because of the silence.

It's actually really scary to not know where you are, never mind it being at night. I havent seen any signs depicting where we are at the moment, but im sure one wi-

"Jade, look! A frog!"

A frog isnt what we need right now, Hun.

"But royalty needs family!"

Where are you gonna keep a tortoise AND a frog?

"A tortoise has a shell... thats their home! I'm sure he'll have enough room for a guest."

I'm not even sure thats a tortoise, it may just be a turtle.

"But they told me they were a tortoise"

Who... told you?

"The tortoise!"

Sure... c'mon, now. We have to find our way outta here. Mum cares too much about us to stay out. We have to go back the way we came. Now, drop of your friends and lets turn back.

"I'm gonna go follow Jeffery!"

Sam! Ugh... fine.

*audio cuts and whirrs, clicking to another place with much more static*

Oh, looks like i hit the stop button whoops. Still in the woods, though. Yaaaaay... Oddly enough, Sampson actually enjoys it here. Probably because it gives him a break from staring at a wall, bouncing a ball off of it and the ball rolling back, until he makes a dent. Then he does it on the couch. Until he gets bored. Then he drums of pans. Then he "cooks" with water and spices. Glitter is usually in the mix. This kid does anything to keep himself occupied, but never enough. He switches to a new game or activity every 5 minutes. But the one thing that worries me is that he claims the tortoise spoke to him.

Sampson has never been one to imagine animals talking. I guess he's a realist? Hes 6. What does he know? For gods sake, he taped a banana to the bottom of his shoe for halloween so he could be a cartoon character. I guess he means, like, the character who slips on a banana, and falls?

Or another year, when he got his toy axe and a blue coat, and stood outside with a bucket for candy, acting like a gnome.

And now, he wants to get lost in a forest, and find a toad? Honestly, i think this kid is on drugs or something. Hes a total ditz sometimes, but i love him for it.

Oh shit. Where did he go. This kid... ugh.

Sampson!!!

*audio cuts and stops*