IMPORTANT: A word from the Author

Hello everyone, I am the author and creator of Solemnly Scared. I hope you have all had as much fun reading/playing as I have writing and watching you. Unfortunately, it is a time in my life where I am transitioning from high school to college, and I cant devote the time the story or you glorious fans deserve neccessary to make this excellent. So, I have spemt the past few days thinking. I have decided to go into hiatus for a while, just until I get my ducks in a row and can devote my time better to all of you. The hiatus will be over and the story continued when this post is deleted by me, S.H. announcements has a video, and Eric does some of his own posting... In the meantime I will be planning in the darkness so you guys can have a truly wonderful experience. Thank you all for your support and following. Leave any questions/encouragement/hate/whatever you'd like in the comments below.

                                                   Much Love,
                                                                     -T.G.H.J.

Entry 7: A little too much like Alice.

Hi, Eric here. I have been up to my elbows in this crazy stuff. Thomas has diaries, notebooks, sketches, URLs, and audio recordings on his computer. Anything web-based is locked down. Its all password protected. The hint is Batteries. Fucking batteries. Cmon Thomas, you gotta give me something more to work on! I discovered some youtube channel called S.H. Announcements. It was sent to me in some bullshit Email. Im gonna make a twitter to be able to keep you updated more quickly. Anyway, despite all of the rambling, I did find something i teresting in Thomas's notes. Apparently, the Wombat is a creature not from here, yet.. from here. What I mean is, Thomas says it's FROM Earth, but not OUR Earth. Or rather our PLANE of Earth. See, we exist on a certain "plane" (according to Thomas's notes) and everything we percieve is on this plane. Now, there are other "planes" that exist overlayed on ours, and each plane affects ONLY that plane.. or is only SUPPOSED to. You see, apparently there is a group of people in our world who dabble in "extraplanar communication" (what some believe is talking with the dead, alien contact, etc). Well, one of these groups have apparently been trying tk CONNECT our "plane" to whatever plame the wombat lives in. With mixed success. Obviously they succeeded in part, or the little fucker wouldn't be running around giving me nightmares and making everything cold. But WHY? Thomas has some sort of youtube account that triggered when I accidentally clicked a button on his blog. There's nothing onit. I'll try and figure these audio clips out, if I do, I'll post them there.

Entry 6: In His Honor

Ah! Finally, I made it in.  This is Eric.  Thomas has gone missing, I haven’t seen or heard form him in two days.  I went to his house and his parents are freaked out.  I asked if I could snoop around, and they said he left a note that if I came, to let me in his room.  Jesus, we are in SO much deeper than I ever could have thought.  He has so many notes and pictures and every thing you could think of.  I’m trying to make sense of it all.  I just now managed to get into his blog.  I’ll post whatever I find here.  I can’t accept that he’s dead.  Whatever he is doing I know he’s alive somewhere.  I have a lot of work to do.  I’ll post what I can when I can.  This stuff is... Shit guys, It’s serious..  This thing, the wombat..  It isn’t like anything I’ve ever heard of, even in myths.  I need to get to work, I’ll update as soon as I find something. 

An Announcement

You fools! I specifically told you all to keep Thomas away from the wombat, but you couldn't even accomplish that simple task!  My sources haven't seen Thomas in an entire day.  Do you have any idea the gravity of what this means??  Thomas is the key to all of this.  The wombat is attracted to him.  If Thomas dies, it may well leave our world once more.  I have sent a team of three operatives to search for Thomas. Be aware of any more coded messages I may send.  Try not to fail again. 

                                                                                                             ____ S.H. 

http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcwuipA03hWcIQr_JfeFJMw/feed?filter=2

Entry 5.1: The Last Straw

I have spent the last half hour vomiting, crying, and cleaning... It was in my room. Let me repeat, IT WAS IN MY FUCKING ROOM!  It could have killed me.  What does it do instead?? It left me a heart.  A FUCKING FROZEN HEART by my laptop.  It's toying with me.  It wants me to be terrified.  But it screwed up.  I took a picture of the heart for you before i threw it in the furnace in my basement.  I'm going after it. The wombat has screwed with me for the last time.  In all of its clever headgames, it slipped up. I see its prints in the snow.  Regardless of what happens to me, I'm going after it. I can't take this anymore.  One or both of us will not be coming out of those woods. What's more, I think I'm being watched as well.  I'll leave clues. Clues only someone who cares will be able to figure out.  They will help should I not make it back.  I'm leaving all my notes.  To those of you still with me, if I don't come back, help whoever takes my place. Tell them everything you know.  I have to get ready now. It's gonna be a long day...

An Announcement.

HELlo everyone. may i Please have your attention.  THOMAS is unaware of my KEEn hacking of his blog, and this Post will be unseen by HIs eyes. My Announcement comes by WAY oF the RemOte operating systeM my organization devised for discreeT communications. HE is unaWare Of the danger he is in. the sMall level of fear he shows is Benign compAred To the fear this world will face.  DO NOT aLlow this post or my lETter to be tHought of as unIMportant.  anything i shall tell you will be Crucial, His life, And all of our liveS arE at stake.  I will be in Touch again. be watching for me, and the clues i shall leave.

                                                                                                                  Sincerely,
                                                                                                                               ______ S.H.

HOLY SHIT ITS IN MY HOUSE! I was watching some tv trying to clear my head for awhile, and I got up to piss. When I got down the hall about halfway to the bathroom, I saw the glow of its eyes in the storage room at the end of the hall. I froze and stood there for what felt like fucking years, then it shrieked, and ran off.  This is the closest it’s ever been before. Shit shit shit shit shit! I’m freaking out. I’m gonna take some Nyquil. Screw this, if it wants me, at least let me be asleep when it takes me. Hope i post again tomorrow

Entry Five: Paranoia

 For the third day in a row, school has been canceled and the roads are closed...  Normally I would be happy, but this is too coincidental.  The thing...  The wombat...  I think it wants me here. I think it wants me trapped at my house.  I live in the middle of BFE (bumfuck Egypt, which basically means nowhere for those of you who don’t know.)  I think I’m easier for it to watch here.  Maybe I’m just paranoid.  But honestly, with everything that has gone on, I think I’m allowed to be paranoid.  If you’re still out there, if you still haven’t written me off as crazy, if you still care then please...  keep me in your thoughts and prayers. God knows I need them.  Prepared for another sleepless night.  May not sleep at all.  Gonna do more research.  Got to keep busy, or I really will go crazy, if I haven’t already...

Entry Four: More Leads to Nowhere

Thank you all who were involved for helping me figure out the letter. I’ll keep everyone updated on what this S.H. or F.U. has to say to me/us.  I saw the creature again, out by my barn this time.  As usual, it ran away.  It’s been like this since I first saw it, always a glimpse, then it runs off.  but this time it lingered a few seconds before it ran away... It’s so cold...  Normally I love the snow, here in alabam, we hardly get snow.  So it is usually a nice surprise.  But this is... different.  For starters it’s so cold inside, and the heat is on.  Plus, everywhere around the snow is almost pitch black, even with the area lights outside.  It’s only eight o’clock.  Not nearly time for the level of darkness the frigid air seems to be bringing.  Call me paranoid, but I think this thing can control the ice.  It has always felt ice-cold every time I dream, and the temperatures seem to drop whenever I see it.  I did some research on ice spirits/things since the letter talks about this thing being some kind of spawn of an ancient evil.  It seems as though each culture has their own version of this creature, but one that jumped out at me were the native americans.  The native tribes have different names for it, wendigo, chenoo, giwakwa, kiwakwa, and they all involve some act of cannibalism, normally the eating of hearts..  another strange creature, the mahaha, moves with the snow and tickles people to death with its long claws..  I think perhaps all these mythologies have a bit of the puzzle.  Now I’m not saying we’re dealing with some kind of crazy native american demon, not at all.  What I am saying is, seeing as how the Indians were in tune with nature and animals, I think that maybe they saw the wombat through the centuries, and their mythologies developed over time based on how they saw it.  I’ll keep doing research, hopefully S.H. or F.U. or whatever his name is will read this, and shed light on the situation.  Regardless I’m scared now, I looked out my window and thought I saw something running. I hope we get some info soon.  I’m going to tell everyone in the group about this tonight.  I’ll try to keep all of you updated as well. 

Entry Three: Frustration

I'm so pissed off! I just got home from Nick's house, and I have no idea how he could be like this! I get over there, and start quizzing him about the purple wombat occurences, and he denies it all! I told him how Eric and Sharon have been experiencing the same thing, and he called us all crazy! Christopher (the last of our group) was there, and agreed with Nick, but when i left, he followed me outside and told me he's been having the nightmares too, and seeing the creature everywhere he goes. He says he feels like he's being followed. I got home, and have been trying to decipher the letter.  I'll attach a pic of it soon, here is what it says:

GUR RIRAGF LBH NAQ LBHE SEVRAQF UNIR FRG VAGB ZBGVBA UNIR N TERNGRE FCNA GUNA LBH XABJ. GUR PERNGHER LBH XABJ NF GUR CHECYR JBZONG VF GUR CEBTRAL BS NA NAPVRAG RIVY. FGNL BA THNEQ SBE ZL RAPBQRQ ZRFFNTRF. V UNIR FRRA LBHE OYBT. VG VF TBBQ GUNG LBH ZNQR BAR, LBH JVYY ARRQ NYY GUR URYC LBH PNA TRG. V JVYY OR VA GBHPU FBBA. -S.H.

on the back it says: Caesar loved 13's. I have no clue what this is. Please, whoever you are, help me. I feel like this letter is important somehow.

Entry Two: More Mysteries

I just got back from Eric’s house, and now I am even more terrified.  On the positive side, It seems as though I’m not crazy.  When I got to Eric’s we chatted for a bit, and finally I brought up the subject of my dreams.  Eric and Sharon (Eric’s sister) both turned pale as sheets, and they told me how they have been having very similar dreams.  Eric said that he has started seeing the creature in real life as well, and Sharon has agreed to draw what it looks like for me to show you (Sharon has the most talent out of all of us.) We pondered over what it could mean, and drew nothing but blanks.  I left, and on the ride home i saw it again.  At first I thought it was a coyote eating roadkill on the roadside, but as I turned my headlights to bright, it whipped its head around, squealed at my car, and ran off into the woods.  It has grown, it now stands almost four feet tall, and it seems less... starved.  What’s more, when I got home, I received an unmarked letter, in a plain envelope.  It’s gibberish, a half-riddle and some numbers.  I’m going to try to make sense of it tonight, but, if I can’t, I’ll post what it says along with a photo of it tomorrow.  I’m terrified, but relieved to know at least I’m not the only one going through this.  Tomorrow,  I’m going over to Nick’s house to see if he knows anything about all of this.  To whoever is reading this, don’t stop now.  It comforts me to know someone is there, helping me in spirit.  I fear as though this is just getting started...  Stay safe, whoever you all are.

Entry One: A Cry for Help.

My name is Thomas.  I’m new to this blogging thing, so forgive any breach of netiquitte, but I have to get something off my chest.  I feel like I’m going insane, but damn it, I know what I saw.  To think, this all started with a joke..  I suppose I should explain.  This all began last week, some friends and I were telling jokes, and Eric  took a liking to “shaggy dog jokes”.  Shaggy dog jokes are jokes that build and build, until finally they reach a funny, but anticlimactic end.  The last joke he told hides the subject of this hellish nightmare my life has become.  It is called the purple wombat.  For whoever reads this  journal and doesn’t know what the purple wombat is, I’ll summarize.  The purple wombat is a joke about a young boy named Billy, who hears the words purple wombat at the beginning of his day.  All through the day, Billy asks various people (his bus driver, teacher, principal, and parents) what the purple wombat is, only to get increasingly nonsensical, and quite humorous responses.  That night, Billy awakens to a voice, calling itself the purple wombat, which entices Billy to wander his way into the night, eventually arriving at a lake.  He gets in a boat, and rows out until he hears the voice directly above him.  He stands up to get a better listen, falls out of the boat, and drowns.  At the time I thought nothing of it, but now I regret not taking my grandmother seriously when she would always say “now Thomas, always remember, the strangest things love to hide in the most innocent places.”  Anyway, I thought nothing of it, and went home.  That night the nightmares started.  I normally wouldn’t be concerned with nightmares, I normally have vivid dreams, and recurring dreams, so the occasional nightmare was to be expected.  But this nightmare didn’t stop.  Every night, it has been replaying over and over.  Not like a recurring nightmare, no. This nightmare seems to somehow get worse each night, filling me with more and more dread each time I enter the world of dreams.   I awaken in a deep forest, the air is icy cold, and I am immediately filled with the strongest urge to run.  I see a faint light in the distance to my left, and some morbid curiosity compels me to run towards it.  As I sprint through the woods, my fear grows, as does the brightness of the light I chase towards.  I keep sprinting, and finally I find myself in a clearing, near a lake.  In the center of the lake, there is a small fountain, flowing into the lake, emitting the light.  I walk towards the fountain, the air growing more frigid as i near the water. Expecting an ice-cold swim, I am surprised to find the glassy waters of the lake are only about shin high. The intensity of my fear is nearing a crescendo as I reach the fountain, and as I look at it closer, it’s sharp obsidian sheen malevolently calling me, an unshakable urge to touch it fills me.  I reach out, and touch the top of the ornate spike the water flows from, and I am instantly filled with searing pain.  As I scream, my mind is flooded with visions, visions of a grotesque creature, flashes of purple, and of a small shack somewhere in the mountains.  As the pain becomes too much for me, and I begin to black out, a voice, emanating from every direction whispers “come find me,” followed by a hushed cackle.  I awaken in cold sweats, this has happened every night since last Monday, when we told the jokes.  I shrugged it off at first, but since Wednesday, I’ve been having cold chills, and seeing flashes of purple.  Then, yesterday I saw it for the first time.  The grotesque creature from my dreams. I was driving to Eric’s house, and I stopped for gas.  In the woods by the gas station, I noticed it.  It stood in a hunched position, standing about three and a half feet tall.  It had sickly purple skin, and it was scarred and covered in patches of ratty fur.  Its eyes glowed with a strange hue, like how a cat’s eyes glow in the dark, but it was broad daylight.  Its mouth was as wide as it was long, and it let out a raspy hiss at me, revealing a sharp set of teeth, that resembled a viper’s fangs.  It had long sharp claws that seemed like daggers on each hand and foot, easily long enough to cut into whatever this creature called prey.  It hissed once more, then in a flash it ran off into the woods, climbing a tree as it went, and I quickly lost sight of it.  I’m going to Eric’s house today,  I’ll try to keep whoever is reading this updated on what happens sometime later today, or tomorrow.