I'm an IT guy and some weird stuff has been happening PART 7
[Original Post] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/4y41xh/im_an_it_guy_and_i_started_seeing_some_weird_stuff/)
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4th update [Update 4] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/4ysh97/im_an_it_guy_and_some_weirds_things_have_been/)
5th update [Update 5] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/4z4zdx/im_an_it_guy_and_some_weird_stuff_has_been/)
6th update [Update 6] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/503e92/im_an_it_guy_and_some_weird_stuff_has_been/)
Thank you for being patient Reddit, I am alive and I have a stifling revelation. Julie is in fact smarter than what I previously had thought. I have in fact been in hiding for 2 weeks. Limiting my online time has been incredibly difficult, but I have managed to only connect to the internet in extremely public locations, while also releasing my IP address after disconnecting so there is no way I could be tracked down. I am both terrified and worn down. My mind and body feel sick and I do not know how much longer I can keep going in this battle. However, I can tell the end is near.
My only concern is I do not know if the end is near for this demon or for myself.
I have made a log of my findings in a Word document to avoid missing any details while staying off of the grid. I apologize for not responding, I appreciate the concern for my safety, your ongoing support has kept me from feeling alone. This post will contain my log of the last few weeks. The posts are all in chronological order, but there may not be a definitive “start” and “stop” to each day, as I will admit that this catastrophe has started enabling my mind to blend each day together. I fear for my life because as many comments have told me, the weaker I become physically and mentally, the more prone I am to being fully deceived and engulfed by this anomaly.
Captain’s Log: Star Date 1.9.2016
My fears of the cult targeting me have been confirmed. I feel as though everywhere I go I am being closely watched and pursued. No signs of an intense pursuit, just seems as if they are floating behind, observing all of my moves. I have made sure to not stay in the open for too long, as this could lead to them surrounding me or even worse, capturing me. The iPad stays hidden in a location nowadays, in fact it is not where I stay hidden. I have taken the advice of my wonderful support crew and acknowledged that the ipad could in fact be traceable, so in an effort to combat this, I have developed a series of “nooks” that I stay in, while keeping the iPad in another nook away from me. I swear, the farther I get into a survival mode, the further I convince myself that I am crazy. I do manage to shower and shave regularly, so I do not look like Tom Hanks from Castaway with this iPad as my fucked up version of Wilson. Wow. Essentially have one foot in the grave and I crack myself up. Never really was the strong and silent type. Anyway, more kids go missing each day. Not a massive amount, but one to two each day. The running total is at 17 missing children. The town is up in an uproar. The police force has stretched extremely thin, however, I find it extremely peculiar that not a single state level or federal level support team has been called in. The more I see the chief of police on TV, the more I wonder if that dust broom of a mustache was hidden under one of those cloaks from the woods that night. It would make logical sense that this cult hasn’t been shut down or accused or even acknowledged unless they have somebody pulling strings on the inside. Then again, I’m blindly accusing every person in this town of being included in this disaster of a mess. I do not trust anybody. For those wondering what I am doing about my job, I resigned kind of. I told them that a family emergency down south and that I needed to either resign immediately or take a long leave of absence. Although they were not happy about it, they granted my leave without pay. I was thankful and told them that I would be almost across the entire country and that I would not be able to be reached very easily. They understood, and that is how I managed to get out of going to work from here on out. I couldn’t risk losing my job completely, but more importantly, I couldn’t risk becoming suspect number 1. I resigned and “left the state” about a week before any kids started going missing, which I would think could grant my clearance to an extent. Now it is a twisted game of cat and mouse, with a demon thrown in for a wild card.
Speaking of Julie, I rarely see her. But when I do, it is wildly uncomfortable. I had for a slight moment a thought that she could be helping me, but that feeling was fleeting and I am back to being scared to death of her. The eyes, there is something not right about them. Granted, I know there isn’t anything “right” about black holes where eyes are supposed to be, but something feels even more off about them. It is as if the blackness is hiding something.
I have been tapping into my sweet ninja skills and observing the cult on occasion. I’ve been recognizing more and more people. But I have just been developing more and more questions. I am usually only close enough to see, never close enough to hear an abundance of what they are speaking about, unless it is a louder chant. Frequently I keep hearing references to an “appointment” and I’m not sure what that could mean. I looked for symbols or anything I could use to search through records for. Turns out I already had all that I needed.
At a neighboring library, I found an old book that dealt with possessions, demons, rituals, and all that good family-friendly stuff. I was tearing through the book, skimming as fast as I could. That’s when I found it. A chapter titled *The Appointment*. I won’t recite the entire chapter, even though I want to. I don’t want to infringe on copyright privileges, I might go to jail!!!
Sorry, another bad joke. It’s funny because yanno I might die out here and I was saying I was worried about going to jail for infringement. Man, you don’t realize how bored you can get until you spend multiple nights secluded with no internet.
Anyway, the chapter talked about a society that dealt exclusively with an agenda that was only known amongst themselves. The chapter was written by someone who claimed to have been apart of this cult. There were four main noted times throughout these agendas among this society. A *holiday* is a gift-bearing ceremony. The objective is to present a gift to Jooleresa. I’ll explain who that is later. The gift must satisfy Jooleresa as well as be a small token of appreciation. A *supper* is when all members come together to share faith, forgiveness, and information. These appeared to be the most abundant on the agenda, as if a supper was similar to a meeting. Almost like those meetings in the woods. The *vacation* is the time of disappearance. It only appeared a small amount of times, and every time directly followed the *concert* which will also be explained. The vacation lasted quite a long time, it varied among all documented occurrences, but the shortest vacation was 9 months. The longest being 40 years. The *concert* was essentially the holy day. That was the day that the greatest amount of gifts must be presented to Jooleresa. It was talked about as the grandest of all celebrations. It actually seemed like an awesome party.
The final part of the chapter is what really made my hair stand on edge. Jooleresa was the demonic presence they worshipped. They viewed her as their Mother, the creator of their existence. She was demon with childish attributes, highlighted by a need for attention, taunting, teasing, as well as an extremely poor temper when agitated. Jooleresa acted like a child, and as many of you know, when children are happy they are easy to deal with, but when they are made angry, all hell breaks loose. However, for this demon child, hell literally breaks loose. Stories were told that documented an extremely violent massacre when the *concert* was not performed. Majority of the society was eliminated by a horrible death. The art of the society was then to be carried on and recruited through neighboring sects of the cult. So basically, when the cult failed to perform a *concert* then the entire sect of that cult was killed by Jooleresa.
The more and more I read made me exponentially more scared. However, it wasn’t the reading that scared me. It was the loosely drawn illustrations that followed the section of Jooleresa. She was depicted with long and stringy hair. It hung as if her hair was recently wet and was drying. The clothes she had one looked like a ripped up sleeping t-shirt that hung to her knees. Her arms were long and lengthy, with one having an odd bend in it. Her one hand was fashioned into a “waving” motion, and only half of her face was exposed. The half that was exposed revealed one large, sunken, black hole. Just below that was a smile that creeped up extremely high into the corner of her face. It was a picture of Julie.
The next image depicted her yet again, but this time she seemed five times the size of a normal man. She was surrounded by cloaked figures, and there seemed to be smaller people sitting on the ground with bows attached to them. Then it hit me. They were fucking kids. The gifts that this text was talking about were kids. Julie fed on children. The holiday was supposed to be a small amount of kids, if not just a single child. My mind raced with all of the missing children cases that had developed over the fifteen or so years of my being in the town. Missing kids that were never found. They were the small tokens to Julie. The meetings in the woods were the suppers described in the book. Then it hit me. That accident that happened all those years ago with all those dead kids was in fact the last concert. It had to be.
I took the book and ran out of the library. I was a wreck. Those savages were all gearing up for another concert. That explained all the missing kids. However, what I didn’t understand is why would the cult be after me? Even if they knew that I knew Sharon, even if they knew I had the iPad, it’s not like I could stop the concert?
Then I remembered the kid that was found in that house. The one that I helped lead the police to. I stopped a holiday gift. I quite possibly pissed off Julie, which in turn terrified the church. If Julie becomes unhappy, all of their lives are in danger. Hence why they are trying to follow me as close as they can. If I stop this concert, I could potentially end this horrible cult. At least in this town. I could save those kids, and I could avenge all those that were lost before. It was up to me now.
I will update as soon as I can, although I will have to act quickly if I sense this concert beginning. Keep me in your thoughts. I am all these kids have. And according to the book, the roughly 15 kids that are missing is not going to be enough. Only more will disappear, so I must devise a plan in order to end this. All suggestions welcome readers. An old friend told me that Captain Picard outsmarts death, while Captain Kirk cheats death. I think I may have to do both in order to come out of this one alive.
Live Long and Prosper
~~OP
[FINAL UPDATE] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/57h9kr/im_an_it_guy_and_this_is_the_final_update/)