The Cameras Couldn't Catch It

Marble Hornets. It was a story that existed in Tucscaloosa and stayed there. Or so, we thought. Little did we know that there were many others, many other people were experiencing the same thing. And worse. Little did we know about all these other people, we didn't know about the collective, we didn't know about the cult, Noah, Evan, Vinny, the Doctor, New Jersey, or Florida, or Ohio. We didn't know about. We didn't know what happened to Seth. We didn't know about what would happen to Jessica later on. We didn't know about the Habit. We didn't know about Patrick. We didn't know about any of it. When I left Tuscaloosa, I didn't know there was more and I didn't know how complex this was. We didn't know about the boardwalk, the bridge, the false reality, or the power we ourselves held.

I don't know where this will take me. I don't know how to handle this.

Maybe if we knew we could have saved all of them. But I don't know. They could all still be alive.

I hate to have false hope, but there were no graves, and there were no bodies. Not that I could find. Not that the police could find, as much as I hated to call them.

Maybe there's hope.

By: @d02_212_a533 (Tik Tok)