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Posted: November 2, 2011 in Uncategorized

I finally received everything he left in his hotel. All his clothes, some electronics, and a notebook riddled with notes and drawings. They don’t really make sense to me, but maybe they will to someone else. I mean, there is this notebook full of drawings and all these people followed by descriptions and codes. None of it means anything to me, maybe just part of his research.

Baby steps, right?


Some Responses

Posted: October 27, 2011 in Uncategorized

I have gotten a few emails from readers. Every little bit helps. I am just so worried. Normally I would just assume he is having some grand adventure, but he hasn’t gotten back to anyone, and his posts are making me worried. Hopefully, once I get his stuff form the hotel, there will be some more answers. I filed a report with the police but they said there is little they can do with his last known location being China.

Thank you everyone who is helping. I really appreciate it all.

This is Jane

Posted: October 22, 2011 in Uncategorized

As the title says, this is Jane, Alex’s sister. I haven’t heard from Alex since late September and he never came back from China. I’m hoping he has been in contact with some of his readers maybe, or something. I am desperate to find him. I called the hotel he was staying in and they are mailing all his stuff to me. It was all left in the room.

I just thought he was really busy. I wish I hadn’t waited this long. Please, any information.

If anyone knows anything, email me at

Posted: September 14, 2011 in Uncategorized

I have at least 20 now.

It’s like a collection. 20 different people. There’s a girl who I swear there are multiples. But only sometimes.

I’m not crazy. I’ve seen it all. I think the guards see me now too. They are always looking into the trees.

After talking to Jane I think I need to stop coming here. I want to, but I feel like I just can’t leave. I think I am falling apart out here. I should go home. I need to. I’ll book a flight this week. I am dwindling, and am losing myself.

relentless bells

Posted: September 5, 2011 in Uncategorized

I think they echo in my waking and sleeping hours alike. They are inescapable. The damn bells. It’s just every two days…around 11 in the morning, you here the bells, followed by a series of clicks and the sound of scraping metal. But then I see her, and I hate it now. I loathe every second that passes between the bells and her return. They take her from the room, she is always trembling slightly, they’ve had to carry her once, her arms flailing wildly-like a child. Her eyes shut tight.

Then an hour passes, and she’s being led down the corridor again. Fresh bandages, almost too weak to move. It pains me. I have to bite my cheek and clench my fists to hold back screams of rage. Those bells bring nothing but pain. Every time I hear bells, even ones back at the hotel or on the street I think of her and the words of Charles Dickens resonate in my head:

“Nothing Scrooge could say or do could stop the relentless march of those terrible bells.” Its from A Christmas Carol.

I feel powerless, but even worse I feel ashamed. I’m too cowardly to do anything even if I had the slightest notion.


Posted: August 23, 2011 in Uncategorized

I can get a little closer to the building now, but I have to be careful. Being seen again would be a bad idea.

A few days ago a man approached me and told me to leave the property of the facility and not come back. I did leave, but I’ve come back a few more times. But I’ve gotten more clever at hiding. I can’t stay away. Every time I go I see someone I haven’t seen before, and I see her again. I’ve figured out their pattern, when the come and go, and there are these bells.

I know I sound crazy and I’m rambling. But this facility is taking over my every waking thought, and when I can get to sleep it’s all I dream about. I even tried writing the other day but all my words turned into…well, I just kept talking about her over and over. Her hair, her skin that looks soft, but worn. And her face. It’s all I can take to not get closer to the window.

I’ve been drawing everyone I see and the weird things I see around them. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me, or tricks of nature. I hardly sleep so I feel like my sight is betraying me.

i saw a girl

Posted: August 20, 2011 in Uncategorized
It was a brief glimpse, maybe 5 seconds, but I felt stricken. There was this girl walking down a corridor with men on either side of her. She had bedraggled black hair and the tiniest frame, I can’t imagine why she would need two armed guards escorting her anywhere. But she glanced out the window and I was completely taken aback by the look in her eyes. It was a look that I had never seen but only imagined. Her eyes were the exact image I see every time I read about Penelope in The Odyssey; a look that was desperate and pained, but unbroken. I can barely find the words for everything her eyes said. I wanted to follow her, but that’s not the only detail that caught my eye. Her hands were bandaged heavily, but they were singed. Her arms and legs were covered in soot, her shirt too. If it was soot, I couldn’t quite tell.
I just…wanted to reach out and touch her. She didn’t seem real but at the same time there was nothing else that existed but her. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. I want to see her again, I’m going back tomorrow and I’ll go back everyday until I see her again. I tried to draw her really quickly, but my skills with a pen are sub-par unless I am using only words.
I think she could see me.