I noticed with my blog entries they've been very vague and wouldn't be helpful to anyone at all if they to help me.
I've been so stressed and nervous I forgot what I wanted to do.
Interact with any readers and write about what I just seen, what I'm thinking, and about me.
I guess I'll tell you about myself.
As I said before my name is Joseph. I am not much of a writer, I'm not an outward person at all but I will try my best to write about myself and let you know more of me. I am the type to usually keep to myself and just turn the other cheek. I have never been one to ask for help or bother anyone else.
I live in a small town of less than 7000 people. I grew up here. Nice friendly and loving community, the only downfall is everyone knows everything about each other. You can't fart without someone across town knowing about it they say.
I grew up poor because we had to get by on social assistance after my father got hurt in the coal mine when the mine collapsed in on him.
This is an old community and the economy is built on mining. Everyone was a miner, my father, my grandfather, uncles too. They closed the mines though in 1993 due to a mysterious fire that is still bruning to this day with enough coal underground to burn for 100 years or more. Our town celebrates the mining community and if you were a miner or a family member was you have a lot of respect in the community.
The town was also a lookout with several bunkers places along the coastline during WWII and my grandfather left mining to go fight in the war. He got sent back home and was placed as the commanding officer of over soldiers at one of the bunkers. I've already talked about his experience with something beyond his understanding with one of the figures I am now seeing.
There is an area just outside my town where the incident I had occured, it's known as the 29 steps. It's where my two friends who are currently missing went. The legend in town says that people don't return when they go down there. The only one to ever return spent the rest of their life locked up in the mental ward mumbling about figures in masks and my father told me one day when the nurses went to do their rounds and check on him he was gone. No body has ever been found. No one really dug too deep into it and it was cast aside and forgotten.
I never got along with many people, I was a troubled child, my teachers worried I was depressed because I never played with the other children, never spoke much and didn't care about my school work. Never had any friends, the people who tried to befriend me I would ignore them. I spent all my time looking at nature and wondering why I didn't care for people. I was blunt whenever I did speak to people. I got into a fight with a student for picking on a girl because she had a speech problem like me, a lisp. I beat the kid up pretty bad and was facing expulsion so they said I had to see a counselor and psychiatrist and they slapped Schizoid personality disorder on me when I was 15, said I needed meds and therapy.
The first real friend I made was Robert. We met at the hospital, I was there since I had to see the psychiatrist there and he was waiting on his mother to get off work. He was intimidating to say the least 6'5 skinny and a bit pale. We sparked up a conversation when I noticed he had a book with him labeled "Everything you never wanted to read". It caught my eye and he told me it was full of stories he had found on the internet and wrote himself. He let me take a look and it was filled with creepy stories, things out of the ordinary and just plain weird. I skimmed through a few and passed it back. He gave me his email and ever since then we've become close friends. He introduced me to some other people he knows and we hang out pretty reguarly.
I wish I would wake up and this would all just be a dream
