The Woods Brothers

Chapter Five / I See Fire

Entry 4;

Something's been telling me to visit the Rogers' household again. I'm not sure what it is, at all, but it keeps trying to lead me back there.

I've been doing better of these last few days, being a little more talkative then I was last week. I'd occasionally get a call from Connie's son, who later gave me a code-name to call him [which was T.E], and I would sneak away from the group and talk to him-for hours on end. But what I can't figure out is why he looked so familiar when I first saw him, when we drove down his street. I learned the blonde girl I saw that day was his sister, who had died in a recent car accident. The girl's name was Lyra, which is familiar as well.

I'm not sure why I keep writing in this diary, with this being my fourth entry in nearly four months after jumping to this timeline. But something's been... off lately.

The slender figure I saw after leaving Connie's place keeps appearing. I'll see faint outlines of its silhouette, and even occasionally hear static in my mind when it grows near.

But something's off. T.E hasn't been calling me, at all. I haven't heard anything from Connie, or even Jeff or Liu. But the images of the fire never seem to cease. If anything, since I personally met T.E, they've been occurring more often, and flashing in front of me at random times, and often causing me to drop what I was doing-literally. When I would see a flash while eating, I'd drop my fork to a surface beneath my hand at that time, like the floor, or just my food in short.

Jack has also been acting strange lately. Paranoid. As if he knows someone's behind him at all times, watching him. I'll sometimes see him write the symbol I used too-and still do-write on my hand, or just write down an odd riddle of 'Always watches. No eyes.'

I've also noticed two silhouettes following us wherever we go. I've been too afraid to confront them, but I suppose it's about time to do so. So I've decided when I see them next, I'm going to chase them down or just talk to them.

I haven't even told Jack, Jill, and Jane about the silhouettes in my nightmares.

All I need is a bit of luck, though.

So wish me luck.

Sincerely,

You

I sat in silence, re-reading my diary entry over and over again until satisfied with it. I sighed, adding the 'sincerely' and signing off afterwards. I locked the book tight, sitting it upright in my lap, my back in an oddly comfortable curve, shoulder blades resting against the wall of an older building. My knees were pulled almost to my chest, but not quite.

Three knocks hit my door, and I lifted my head before turning towards it. "Password," I said sarcastically, hearing a chuckle from outside. "Password." Jill's voice repeated, and I smiled. "Correct. Come on in."

She pushed the door open before skipping inside, letting it close behind her. "Are you hungry?" She asked, and I shifted, standing from my position on the floor, my hands balling into fists as I bent my back a little, hearing a satisfying pop. A yawn escaped from my throat, while my eyes clenched closed and my blood rushed to my head.

"Yeah, I'll grab something." I said, shaking my head slightly as Jill nodded. I picked my diary up from the floor, sitting it on the table before following her downstairs.

Jack was sitting cross-legged on the couch, Jane being missing. I gave a small wave before taking a seat between Jack and Jill, popping my fingers quietly as Jane walked in. "Well look who decided to come downstairs." She teased me, handing a few plates to us. I gave a ginger smile.