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I don't even know when to start. Earlier today, around one I went to her house, Emma's i mean, gosh i don't know, its all so foggy right now but im trying to writ ebefore it slips my mind, im sorry for the disjointed nature of this, I was worried about her for a hot minute, she was acting real weird, and then she "dissappeared" for a while, and i tried to find her, and i did, but i don't know if i should have or what, my ophone isnt t=safe, every time it came closer it started making these really strange noises, faces, shapes, i could see it in my head, im going to take a moment to lie down. I'm so tired and all i want is rest. I'll update in a couple hours and i'll keep you posted, i'll clarify things when i can, im going to order food.

she went missing 2 months ago, while we were in the editing process, she told me she saw something that she didn’t understand. Kept telling me it didn’t make sense, and that “she” was coming, that “she” was going to make them learn it again, to watch us turn and move in ways we forgot, and kept repeating “her teeth are going to burst” i took her modem, and her computer while i was there, she had brought out her old computer and she said that modern browsers "arent right" and that, "they couldn’t see the same", they were "missing something." we always do weird sound design things, so when she went missing from the office and I found her in an unused conference room silent, entirely in the dark, in the corner of the room, she was rocking slowly, nursing something, When I got close to see it, i could see it was a phone, and her head was resting on a modem, pinned between her and the wall, she was pressing against it so hard her face was turning red and white, and she was listening to it, it was plugged in somewhere. When I asked her if something was wrong, she looked up at me and said “Just a little bit longer”. Realized she never clocked out that day, so I called her a couple times but got no response. She was at work the next day, jus completely normal, working hard on scripting. I was like, “what the hell?” But she looked at me like i was stupid. I asked if she got my phone calls, she said she didn't have a phone.

And then the client report was submitted for the archival request. This was sent two days ago to almost every staff member on site at KPS. Copy and pasting now.

“Subject: Archival Report Archive retrieval was approved by OrcAr on Monday, I’m going in to view it and i'll write up the report in this email. I didn’t see it before, didn’t hear it, didn’t speak it, I saw the blue hell, the one beneath us all. i sound crazy but i watched that movie and after watching the footage i knew what it was called, where she had gone down into, blue hell. these things just kept popping into my head while watching, lke a claw on my head scratching at my brain, scraping and popping, what was i doing just now? I can't unsee it, in the corners of things, in different spots, int he way lights flash, there's something in that movie, i, i, i, i, i, i, its thursday, i know i havent i havent i havent i havent i, pop, scrape, the little sound in my head it keeps going, it keeps going, when the sound stops i can't stop the screaming, there are sores on the inside of my throat I bought honey fom the store, it didnt do enough, an old friend from my younger years suggested it to me, letting the honey crust over your ears ad listen to it crackle, i did it over and over and over again, my skin became soft and malleable but what else do i need these here for, just keep it going, the crackling, the scraping, the noise, i listened closer, its more than just scraping and popping, I can see it, the patterns, the carnage. You remember too don't you? You remember her too right? She was always there, just waiting for you to remember, she's known everyone, and everyones known her. I've been sleeping on plastic bags, the sores are so much to bear, i just pick at them, i itch at the new holes in my body the squelch the cry, scratch until white and then scrape more and more, the tingling sensation, all the pain in the world is nothing compared to the euphoria, i chew on it, until its gone and move along. I saw something slithering in one of these, i need to, the euphoria scrape, crack, all the mirrors on the ground, the broken glass soothes my skin, under my back, crunch, scrape,"

Somethings really wrong, When you’re in a hotel you kinda get used to the shuffling of other guests but there’s been someone going in circles past my door for the past hour. I dont know how I didn’t notice it before, maybe I wasn’t supposed to,