Journal, Thursday 24.02.11

The hours feel like days in this place. And the minutes feel like hours. I'm so lonely and tired and bored. Dicky is always upstairs, keeping watch. He's taken over my midday 'til six shift, which means he now keeps watch from six in the morning until midnight, leaving me to cover just the graveyard shift. I've tried to use the abundance of spare time that I now have on my hands to solve some of the mysteries that have plagued us for the last few months but I'm getting nowhere.


"Who is ArthurMan?" - is the question that seems the most pressing. It's obviously someone who knows everything that we know. Someone close to us, perhaps? Could it be David, Emily's current boyfriend, or Charlie, her ex? Hell, it could be Harrison, for all I know! His lack of communication, even before the day the Nightmare People made their move, is quite disconcerting.


And then there are the other things to consider. What were those text messages I received just before Christmas, the ones that consisted of nothing but six digit numbers? Were they sent by ArthurMan or by somebody else? And what do they mean? Why didn't anybody in my hometown seem to remember me? Why didn't our parents tell us about this beach house? What was the present left on Emily's door step just before Christmas, and who left it there?


What's even more annoying than not being able to answer those questions, is having a mystery right here, under my nose, that could be solved very easily. What does the button behind the secret panel do? The only way to find out is to press it, but what if pressing it causes something terrible to happen? What if it's a bomb, designed to blow the house up if ever it's discovered by the people that are following us? I know that that sounds a bit far-fetched, but hasn't everything that's happened to us recently been insanely unlikely?


The temptation to press the button is unbearable.


I have to go. I'm on shift in an hour, so I should eat something. Also, the laptop is nearly out of power.
That's another thing: where the fucking is the internet connection coming from?


God, if I don't get some answers soon, I feel like my head will explode.


Maybe I should just press the button?