Wednesday, November 1
So, everyone else, Miss Corinn's poetry contest is open as of today. I hope you're all being discreet about the messages you're hiding in your poems, because if you just capitalize random letters Miss Corinn or her "Tech Support" is probably going to notice and just make everything capitalized or everything lowercase. I'm putting the finishing touches on my poem and I'm probably going to send it in tomorrow, so by the time the weekend rolls around they should've gotten it up on their site.
Did anyone notice that Miss Corinn's poem is called The Silver Garden, and the fake Katrina Plessing keeps mentioning a silver garden? It sounds a little suspicious to me... if she can't get on any site except blogger (?), how does she know about the silver garden? Which, if I'm interpreting things right, is Eden?
Anyway... Lucy, call me if you get this before you leave. You have my number.
EDIT: I just read the comments on my last post. You guys just don't understand, do you? I haven't been able to sleep much since Cal died. I'm having serious guilt trips, and I've been doing my best not to let it get to me too much. I was in the middle of buying a house when things started to heat up with the PhoenixFire Corporation, so excuse me for trying to get on with my life while this is happening. It's horrible, and I know that, and I don't think I can EVER convey to you people how badly I feel knowing I could have prevented Cal's death. I swear, I am going to do everything I can to damage Miss Corinn's reputation and infiltrate the PhoenixFire Corporation, but I need some time to get my personal life sorted out. Just so you know, I drove to Middletown earlier today and visited the PhoenixFire Corporation's headquarters. They have a big factory in the center of Middletown, designed to look like a normal office building. I tried to apply for a job, but they told me there were no openings at the present time. I'm still trying to work for everyone else, and I really can't deal with much more guilt. So please, back off.
Monday, October 30
Sorry I haven't blogged in a while, but I've been busy going around Milford and Matamoras and making myself familiar with the area. It's been fun, really, and I've been able to take my mind off of Lucy and Cal. I feel really bad for being all the way on the East Coast while this stuff with the Coven is happening in Utah, but I don't know what to do.
Lucy, I saw the pictures you posted of the flames. Did you realize there's a face in the fire? Look at the top right of the bonfire. You can see an evil-looking eye. It's really creeping me out every time I look at it; I had nightmares last night where a bunch of bald women came and took me out of my room and threw me down a hole into Hell, and I found Jakob Plessing there and he spoke in this weird garbled language that was probably spoken Vigenere, which I would never be able to transcribe.
I haven't been sleeping well. Right now I'm sitting in my motel room planning what I'm going to do for the day. I'm going to go register for a library card at the public library, see the real estate agent about setting up electricity and water and all that, and then go out for lunch at the Water Wheel. I really like that place :P. It's this cafe in Milford with a water wheel right in the dining room. It's interesting to watch.
That's about all the time I have for now. Sorry for the disjointed post, but I'm busy at the moment. I'll talk to y'all soon.
Saturday, October 28
She's fine. She's home, and she's working on a blog post. She said Cal's dead, but she's OK, thank God.
I wish I'd gotten Lucy's cell phone number or something so I could call her to see if she's all right.
Brainstorm. If Lucy's still hunting around for Cal and the clearing maybe I can call his cell and she'll hear it. I'll write back in a minute.
Friday, October 27
And then my cell rang. It was Cal... my friend in Utah. He was at Pa's Steakhouse looking for signs of the Coven. There was a sound like heavy breathing, and then footsteps, and then I heard someone screaming... no, shrieking.
I'm afraid Cal was captured. I told the people who were in the chat room and Lucy left to go see what she can do. I'm really afraid for her right now. She couldn't save her brother, and now she wants to help Cal. By the time she gets there I'm afraid it's going to be too late.
I'm not going to sleep tonight, that's for sure.
EDIT: Oh my God. I'm sobbing right now... and I don't care what you think of me. Look at this.
But now I'm finally in Matamoras! I don't move in for a few days yet, so I'm staying in the Myer Motel (dunno where the name comes from, but whatever) until I can finally start living in my new home. Well, house. It's not quite a home yet. Today I'm planning on going around to the local businesses to find a job. I don't know what I'm going to look for, exactly... there doesn't seem to be much of a market for a web designer here. I'll find something, I'm sure.
As you can see, I changed the layout of the blog back to what it was a few days ago... I don't know if someone hacked me or something but when I logged on this morning the layout was really ugly. I'm sorry about that... I changed my login name and my password so hopefully it's all well and good now.
Today's Jakob Plessing's funeral, everyone... send Lucy a comforting email or something to let her know we're thinking of her. And everyone, remember... today's Friday. For the past two weeks the Coven of the Black Crow has met on Fridays. I talked to my buddy out in Utah and he's going down to Pa's Steakhouse (it's not that far from his house) tonight to see if he can get us some pictures of the Coven's activities tonight... he's also planning on trying to shoot a video. I don't know (wow, I don't know a lot of things, huh?) how well he's going to do... from what I know of him, he's kind of a chicken.
So... what else...
Ah. Katrina Plessing. It seems her blog has turned up online. That's kind of impossible, just to let you all know. Katrina died six months ago. Cancer, actually. There were some complications during surgery, and she died. There was a funeral (closed-casket because there had been an autopsy) and everything, so I doubt she's actually the one blogging online right now. Unless she woke up in her coffin and that's the room she's talking about...
That's all for now, folks!
EDIT: I just realized no one has found the website I made with Miss Corinn's emails. I checked the PAGE VIEWS link and saw that it was just me. Sorry for hiding it so well... it's on the forums. You've gotta find it. No passwords to worry about, actually... it's pretty much right there.
Wednesday, October 25
It seems someone thought it would be a good idea to post good ole Jakob Plessing's journal on the PhoenixFire homepage. It was coded, but I got an email today from one of you guys telling me the key is "the hour of the coven is almost upon us." How the hell did you figure that one out? Did they tell us, and I just missed it? Anyway, decoding Jakob's journal gives us lots of goodies... But there's one that stands out above all the rest.
Yes, kiddies, Jakob Plessing was right. Miss Corinn did type out a message on her "silver box" to my boss, and it said pretty much what you read in his journal. Now you know why I hate Miss Corinn so much. Miss Corinn got me fired. She told me I would lose my job, I didn't believe her, so she got me fired. I was trying to leak the information out slowly, but the PhoenixFire Corporation had to go and blow that all to who knows where. There's really no point in hiding the emails any longer, so I'm going to create a quick blog and post the ones you guys haven't seen, in order, for you to read at once. Thanks for bearing with me up to this point.
It might take me a few hours to get the blog up and running, but I'm in no rush to leave this hotel, because that means I'm going to have to drive again. This freaking state seems like it's never going to end...
So, where do we go from here? A good question. I suppose we try to do everything we can to shut Miss Corinn down and put a stop to the Coven of the Black Crow. They cannot be allowed to kill again.
Lucy, I tried emailing you- and, like you, I got my email back saying you don't exist. I don't know what's going on, but it seems like someone with some technical know-how is keeping us from ever corresponding. I guess for now we have to stick with commenting on each others' blogs. Sorry!
Tuesday, October 24
I've begun to pack my bags. I think perhaps I'm going to leave the apartment on Thursday and go down to Matamoras... find a motel to stay in or something until November 4th, when I can move into my house. For some reason Chicago has started to seem stifling; the sooner I get out of here, the better. I keep thinking people I pass on the street are connected to the PhoenixFire Corporation. In a way, I suppose, they are, but my brain keeps telling me they're all planning my death. I keep misinterpreting their glances as glares, and brushing into me on the street as trying to knock me into the street to get run over by a car. I suppose it would be much easier for Miss Corinn and whatever's left of the Plessing family if I died, but I really don't want that to happen.
I want to keep fighting, for you guys. I want to make sure that no one is ever fooled by Miss Corinn again, and that they all know about her lies and the things she does to make her predictions come true.
So here I am.
Forget what I said about leaving Thursday... I'm going to go finish packing right now and get in the car to head for Pennsylvania. I can't take the city any more... I need the small-town comfort Matamoras offers me.
I'll blog when I get to a hotel later tonight... hopefully where ever I stop has Internet access.
Monday, October 23
I'm hoping Lucy contacts me soon. I want to help her through this, and I hope the rest of you will be right there along with me.
right in front of your eyes
I've been thinking a lot about the Satan worshippers out in Utah. So far it seems they've held a ceremony every Friday, according to the Red24 page (I'm still in awe that you guys found that.) I have a friend who lives in Salt Lake City, so I think I'm going to have him try to figure out where they're holding their "events" and try to attend one. Maybe he'll get us some information about the Coven of the Black Crow and their human-sacrifice tendencies. :P Maybe he'll even save someone's life. Then I can check that off my 43 things page!
I got an email from the PhoenixFire Corporation today... they told me I need to stop spreading lies about their corporation, or I'm going to be sorry. Apparently they've been monitoring this blog ever since I first mentioned PFC on the Victims of a Psychic homepage. Oh, well. Good for them. You know what I have to say to the heads of the PFC?
t( ' . ' t)
Sunday, October 22
won't you let me
come on in.
Also, when I did that many-degrees of separation thingy last post, I didn't mean that LITERALLY. I don't personally know anyone who was killed by Satan-worshippers in Utah, and that's not my problem with Miss Corinn; that would be like getting angry with a McDonald's fry guy in Maine just because the manager of a Wendy's out in Hawaii discriminated against women when hiring.
So, I finally got back to my apartment last night. I liked being able to look out the window and see the Chicago skyline, all lit up and everything, but I missed Pennsylvania already. I'm in love with a town... I never thought it couldhappen, but I am. I'm really looking forward to living in Matamoras perhaps even more than I looked forward to meeting her again, all those years ago.
Stingray, I'm very disappointed that you gave Miss Corinn a link to the forum. She would have discovered it eventually, but come on! Whose side are you on here? She's evil. She will go to any means to have a prediction come true. That's not OK.
I have to go eat lunch. Good luck hacking into the PhoenixFire site.
PS. Whoever found http://www.freewebs.com/phoenixfirecorp/red24.htm is a genius. Great work, although I have no idea where you'd get the idea to look for red24. That just proves that the PhoenixFire Corporation sponsors Satanists. Anyone else thinking that the "Subjects" PFC provided were humans?
Saturday, October 21
The contents of each bag or suitcase reveal the life of a different individual, with thoughts and feelings and a past and a future. How do you know that, as you stand there watching all the bags slide past you on the conveyor belt, that the bag doesn't contain a priceless painting? Or a severed hand? Or just a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a lot of balled-up newspaper? One day, the person who belongs to that red suitcase over there could go on to be President of the United States, or a famous actor who marries a different woman yearly, or a serial killer who performs human sacrifices by the light of the full moon. You never know! It's mind-blowing, really.
To think that the grey duffel bag might belong to someone you went to High School with... or to someone you passed on the street during a family vacation when you were twelve... and to think that you'll never know...
I honestly believe if everyone knew the extent to which we're all connected, a lot of people would literally go insane from the knowledge.
To realize that I passed a woman in the airport who used to live down the street from this guy in California who's sister married a man from Florida who used to be friends with a dog-catcher who once picked up a mutt that belonged to a little girl who grew up to become a Satan-worshipper who sacrificed humans before moving to Utah where she killed a girl who once knew a man who sat in this very same seat in O'Hare... it would be amazing.
And that's just following a single chain of possible (yet probably unlikely... I don't even know if the Satan-worshipping thing is true) links. I could go from that woman I passed in the airport to her mother's English teacher instead, and open up an infinite world of possibilities. Imagine who I can connect myself with!
Sorry. Random ramblings. I don't really know what to write about at the moment... I've been getting a lot of emails from you guys asking for hints as to how to get into the hidden sections of the PhoenixFire website. Trust me, if I knew, I would tell you. What I'm asking you to do is find out the web addresses to the extra pages. I was also glad to see you guys found the forum. I was worried I made the link too hard... but you guys are good.
Ah, there goes my bag. I'd better run.
EDIT: Can you tell I like the show Six Degrees a LOT?
Friday, October 20
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This morning I closed on the house. Lots of legal mumbo-jumbo, but whatever... It doesn't really matter. All that's important is that I HAVE A HOUSE! I get to move in on November 4th... they changed the date.
I fly back to Chicago late tonight! I have to say goodbye to everyone back home and pack all of my stuff, and then I get to live in Pennsylvania. Finally.
Gotta go get something for lunch now... There's this little cafe over in Milford with a Water Wheel right in the dining room. They have great salad...
Thursday, October 19
I have a bone to pick with you guys, though. When I logged on just now I found an email in my inbox from Miss Corinn's Tech Support, warning me not to attend the chat tonight on her website. They wrote "Mr. Dawes, we have told you before, discontinue your vendetta against Miss Corinn or there will be legal consequences. Do not log in to the chat room tonight on F!PR, or you will regret it." How did they know about my intentions? The only thing I can think of is that one of you found my coded message and tipped them off. Whose side are you all on? I don't want to run the risk of alienating everyone, but come on. I am trying to prevent Miss Corinn from fooling anyone else... and ruining anyone else's life. I'm working for you... now I need you to work with me.
From now on, if I tell you something that even remotely seems like it should be kept from Miss Corinn and her goons, please keep it from her! I don't know how long I'll be able to stay on Miss Corinn's chat tonight before the Tech goons block my IP Address, but I'm going to try.
You need to know this information, and I' m the only one who can give it to you.
Wednesday, October 18
Also, did you see they took down my testimonial? It makes me laugh. They think they can stop me from telling the truth? It's not going to happen. I am planning on continuing this fight until the very end. She's either going to be thrown in jail, or I am. I really don't care which way it comes out in the end, as long as people realize that what that woman does is not right. It's just not.
I heard from the owners of the house today. I'm flying down to Pennsylvania for the closing early tomorrow morning, and I'll be back Saturday. I'm going to bring my laptop with me, though, so I can continue to work on the Victims Of A Psychic website. It's turning out much better than I expected it would, thank God. People are going to see it and know that she's a fraud.
It's also got somewhat of a community aspect built into it; I'm going to include a message board where Victims can get together and share their disturbing stories. I'm assuming, of course, that there are other victims, and Miss Corinn didn't single me out to ruin my life.
I need to go now...
But first, to clear up a little confusion. When I said I've been out of work for the past couple of years, I didn't mean that I've been homeless or without a job. I've had jobs, but no career. That's why on my 43 Things page it says I want to quit my job.
Hey, now that I'm moving, I'm going to have to! : )
And then I need to find another one in Matamoras. Oh, well... anything's better than burger flipper at Burger King.
Tuesday, October 17
I just got some amazing news. The owners of the house I wanted to buy in eastern Pennsylvania have accepted my offer! Because I only live in an apartment now, it's going to be really easy to move. I'm leaving Chicago on October 27th, driving down to Matamoras, and moving in on the 29th. I guess I can check off "move to Pennsylvania" on my list of 43 Things to Do With My Life!
I think it's time you knew a little more about me. If I want you to trust me that Miss Corinn lies, I'm going to have to give you some information.
My name is Frank Dawes. I'm 34 years old. My birthday is November 17th, at which time I'll be 35. I'm kind of excited, but that's just another year closer to 40 (which I'm dreading.) The hill always seemed so far away, and now here I am, more than halfway up.
Right out of college, I went to work at a big, famous company as an assistant to the CEO. Eventually, as the years went by, I moved up in the ranks, ultimately occupying the spot of Director of Web Site Design. I was in charge of keeping the company's website updated with new product information. I wrote the information, though, and I delegated all coding and HTML responsibilities to the people who worked for me. That's why the website I'm working on right now isn't going to be THAT great, at least not at first. My life was great. I made a decent amount of money every year, I was able to buy myself a house. And then... well... something happened. I was fired and threatened with criminal charges. I was heartbroken, because the accusations were completely unfounded. They accused me of STEALING from my company. Eventually the charges were dropped.
So, I've been out of work for the past two years. I had to sell my house because I couldn't pay the mortgage. I've held a number of part-time jobs, but no one wants to hire a suspected thief. I really want to get back into the kind of work I love, but I don't know if that's going to happen any time in the near future.
And it's all Miss Corinn's fault. If she hadn't... well, I'm sure that'll come out as time progresses. I don't think I want to give out that information just yet.
Thank you for your attention. Now, back to work on the website.