Essentially Invisible

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 06:55:35 GMT

I...

Well Jane kind of worked on something. I think I've figured out what's happened.

I think I found Trish -- but it just seems so weird; she's strange in ways she never was before. I think it was the captivity; there's nothing else weird about her, she hasn't been this "other" person.

The brothers have her cornered, now. Keep telling me I need to make sure she's "secure".

But... I can't. I'm going to hide, with her.

Wish me luck, all.

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 00:26:00 GMT

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Tue, 14 Aug 2007 04:03:43 GMT

I'm taking a chance at updating here.

I've been in Vegas for the last day, and searching high and low.

I can't trust anyone; I can't handle it. I'm ready to break and all I want to do is find Trish.

Dean said he'd help, but they're just covering me -- making sure I'm not being followed.

I can't even be sure they're who they say they are. The only thing I can trust is that those messages are the only things I have that might lead me to her.

New message on my cell: CRUNuM11fgTKI

It's... even more annoying than the last ones because I KNOW she's close and I can't get to her.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 04:33:28 GMT

Tanya can't get on right now. She's driving to Vegas because she has no idea where else to go. The Winchesters finally caught up with her, and they couldn't tell her anything about the cell phone message.

Dean does know Trish, though. And Dean thinks he knows what's after her. ~~This is Jane posting for Tanya.~~ Tanya hasn't been able to access a computer because she's running away from someone. She's scared; but seems to be doing ok.

She promised to keep me updated, but told me about the X (finally). Did anyone notice odd images in her directory? There's a few she can't link to anything, but I'm not sure what's going on.

... someone's tracking this. I have to go.

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 17:08:39 GMT

Feeling a bit sore after that misadventure, but I'm going to check out the fountain here today. Switching hotels because I woke up to find this, written quickly, on a note:
d3d485a503647446452434a5c625851657656494c68674467643751676d485a5a664742677243446a76574a597647416 76557416032496a5672435a55793749457c6749457647516a6c6233613137494862497a557c675a5962434a557647494 e653751657c6759503a485a5035375a5767797a557c623a557c6233676d4859533243416a6c67416332434c4976575a597 64239576b6852676158595761575a503e48516a7a485a577243535

The bottom had the same three characters the first note did, so I think this is from the Winchesters.

On the picture from before -- it was the same! Thank you for finding that.

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 04:07:45 GMT

Just got in.

Incredibly rough drive, and though I did think I caught sight of a black muscle car it blipped off quickly.

Got rear ended by a silver car that tripped up and then ran away.

I'm barely hanging, but the car is, at least, serviceable.

More tomorrow.

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 00:47:11 GMT

I'm not going to say where I am... it's just not safe.

I need some sleep.

Got a picture before stopping on my cell. It's ... of a fountain.

More later. I swear.

Tue, 07 Aug 2007 05:17:17 GMT

Those of you who are keeping up know where I'm heading. For those who don't it's P,A -- right now that's all I feel safe to give. Thanks to jpf721. I have no idea how you people figure these things out, but I'm glad someone can.

I'm leaving now -- I should be there in about a day if I drive straight. There's no way I can do it; so I'll be stopping off somewhere. I can't tell you where, but I'll try and keep you all updated.

Mon, 06 Aug 2007 02:33:49 GMT

I didn't mention this before -- but REM caught this as a translation from the window:

Hoax Air Noen Zip

It's... probably an anagram, but I have no idea where it's pointing.

I'm still wondering about that weird X, too. It seems like it would mean something else, but even Jane can't find anything in it.

Switching hotels tonight. May move if I need to.

Also, kind of gross but everything is important, right?

Found what looked like a chunk of Trish's hair outside my door. There was blood on it, so I kind of freaked and slammed the door in case someone was close.

When I opened it again... it was gone. There was a bit of slime where the hair had been -- but no blood.

I'm starting... to really wonder about my sanity.

Sun, 05 Aug 2007 01:55:07 GMT

I was walking around the town today and I could have sworn I saw Trish. The woman looked over, and I swore she caught my eye but then... nothing.

It's like she disappeared -- then again, maybe she didn't. Maybe I'm just seeing things; I've been going for so long with a caffeine and sugar diet that maybe things are just crashing down.

I don't know. I want to move, but without a solid lead. So far everything is a place, but nothing about those words seem to link to anything. Obviously, we have to be careful (especially with the...stalking), but this is like running into walls.

...

I changed my e-mail password. Working to get something new, but I don't know a secure way to leave the information here. I don't know where to go, really. I checked the "sent" items on there -- some strange stuff going down. Whoever was leaving these messages is really not ... nice.

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 03:02:36 GMT

Had to sneak out of the last place; sorry it wasn't a full entry.

Am at the place that was suggested. For whatever reason, the room I got at the motel already had messages waiting -- this time on the window.

I've included it here.

See what you all can make of it.

Am laying low and moving constantly. Thank god for espresso.

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 01:17:14 GMT

I've got to be quick.

I'm off to the place you suggested. I deleted the posts so that if that person finds this they can't follow it as easily.

Hopefully I'll find Trish this timjkahdsf;ahkj

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 07:23:03 GMT

I... don't even know how to put this into words so I'm just going to have to keep hopping around New Orleans until I can figure out what the freaking hell is going on.

Some man in a suit was asking for me in the lobby. I had enough of a chance to run out of there with my purse and cell -- that was all I got. The laptop I'd been using to chat was ditched up there, so I'm hoping however he is can't access what was on there. Oh god... I think my e-mail was open. I hope he doesn't find any of you guys... I really do. I have no idea who he is, but from what people of told me of the Winchester that does not sound like them.

So I'm moving -- a lot -- right now.

I'm here for just a few minutes to share another weird picture. Got it in the e-mail from Trish's address.

It looks like an old term paper -- some weird notes about "Joseph Campbell" and hero struct- (I'm guessing it's "structure") on the back. Some scribbles about Harry Potter, too, which would probably make sense if I'd actually read the books.

On top of the bit I got is just a red...looking... .

Uh... Gotta go.

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 01:02:16 GMT

Finally managed to find an Internet connection.

Nothing, yet, really.

Since TX... though I've been noticing some really odd cars that seem to keep cropping up.

Not sure what's going on, but if what's in the message is right things may be getting a little more dangerous than I'm ready for.

Quick Change

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 03:23:56 GMT

The paint on the shirt has mostly come out, so I'm now bringing a pile of Trish's stuff with me as I go.

Off to New Orleans thanks to REM and zaecusc.

More driving. I should get some sort of frequent... driving-finding-sister miles or something.

Blarg.

Thicker and Thicker

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 03:56:27 GMT

REM got a huge chunks of that

Female Voice: we're looking for her sister. We can't leave any loose threads.
Male voice: how far away is she?
Female: Few towns over. She won't escape.
Male: {unintelligible}
Female: Who do you think you are, Mulder?
Male: I hate you.
Male: Where are you going to meet (me/her)?

--the reply comes from a voice slowed wayyy down and dropped in pitch below the male line above, but it sounds like the same voice, and... You're not going to believe this, it sounds like it says "Fox Reality".

{electronic boop}
Female: Who let you out, little twink?

... I have NO idea what the Fox Reality thing is about -- I doubt it's about a TV show (at least I hope not); but I wonder if maybe it's not the animal fox...

I don't know. I feel like I've been pulling my hair out and saying that a lot lately, but this is just so beyond anything I've ever dealt with.

Went and checked out the cars today...

And I'll admit I was a bit shocked to find something

This was the best I could get before the car just peeled out of there. I'm hoping for good verification on who this belongs to but... I'm just going to be cautious I think.

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 01:30:42 GMT

Woke up (after getting in godawful early and finding a place to sleep) only to find Trish's favorite sweater covered in what I thought was blood and a clear message. "Soon" was unclearly painted on, and the thing was ripped all over.

I was shaking when I pulled out her smashed up cell phone.

... I think I might have started to scream because someone came running. They wanted to know why the hell I was crying over paint on a sweater.

It may not have been blood, but I know something is going to happen.

Haven't seen these Winchester people, either, and I'd really like a happy face. Soon.

Sun, 29 Jul 2007 05:27:37 GMT

Thanks to you all, we think we've got the answer to that weird picture I found. Over here.

Will be going to check out this (and the city) tonight.

I'm still not entirely sure why dragging me around the country is fun ~~I'm starting to think there's something sadistic out there that just likes to watch me suffer~~, but I'll do it if it means I'll find Trish.

Did get another weird call today, but no message this time. A brief text from Trish's number appeared.

Couldn't get a picture of it, but the thing said:

Wereareyou?Nesisntominggret.Vacaionisgreatantwaittoseeyouarondlaeronthismonth.Makesuretwalkthedogandcheckthecar.

Gibberish again, but it sounds a bit more like my sister.

... I want to start writing down cheesy detective garbage because of all this, but I'm going to pretend I'm sane.

Sun, 29 Jul 2007 01:31:46 GMT

Spent some time working on that image thing again, today. Went to the library, and tried to feign being normal.

It didn't really work all that well, but I'm wondering how this one ties in with the other clues.

I mean, the ciphers have all been kind of weird, but these clues all seem to be leading me in a circle -- but it's weird, they're all lyrics and poetry and it's just so not me that it's almost impossible for me to get things.

Guess it's back to the old "thinking board" -- the four pictures are of a ranch in the left corner, and then... the picture of James Dean randomly?

And there's the planet -- can anyone figure out which it is? I've been looking at it, and it doesn't really seem to be the moon; but I might be wrong.

One more day in Georgia. I'm back to wanting to run off randomly.

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 06:48:10 GMT

Following richardemoore and zaecusc's suggestion... I wandered through a few cemeteries today.

I'm now feeling decidedly creepy, and weirded out.

However, I did manage to find a picture at the gravesite that was suggested. It was really strange -- just sitting there all innocent, as if it was there for a REASON.

I've got no idea what it means ~~what else is new~~, so it's under

Before anyone asks, yes I did name this one. ^^ I'm not sure why some are named as they are, but I figured this would work.

And, I'm really hoping you folks are right about that black muscle car. I keep jumping every time I see a dark car -- I'm going to have to go out on a limb and say I think I saw the same car a LOT today.

I'm starting to get a little worried again -- e-mail I'm sending to Trish is just bouncing. Again, and again.

So I gotta say -- if you folks want to share something light hearted, that'd be great. I need a pick me up.

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 05:00:17 GMT

Triumph -- of sorts!

Apparently Zaecus found this:

"Died, and was doomed to haunt unseen the chambers of children;
And how on Christmas eve the oxen talked in the stable,
And how the fever was cured by a spider shut up in a nutshell,
And of the marvellous powers of four-leaved clover and horsehoes,"

Under the message I got earlier. I'd been told it was the Fleetwood Mac song "Seven Wonders".

Accordingly, with all of you amazing people, I'm starting to figure things out slowly. But the weird messages seem to be getting harder, and I'm wondering about that.

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 02:00:51 GMT

So had an incredibly frustrating time wondering around today.

No one recognized the picture, half the town wouldn't even talk to me and I'm on an emotional rollercoaster on par with menopause.

I'm really not enjoying this. At all.

Did, however, manage to get that sound enhanced a bit on that message. My version of it can be found here.

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 05:49:42 GMT

So... I'm in town.

It's not very *cough* lively here.

But, hey I'm alive and apparently my sister is somewhere ~~bipolar~~, and I hope I'm in the right place.

A few people have suggested both a B&B and a neighborhood here in Savannah. I'm going to check them out tomorrow, with the proper version of Tricia's picture.

Hopefully they'll know something.

Wish me luck, folks. I listened to that message again, and I'm going to try and make the voice-thing a little stronger. Jane gave me some tips ~~thankfully~~, but I'm still a complete beginner at this stuff.

Trish would be kind of proud, I think. She always wanteds me to learn more about computers.

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 23:17:38 GMT

Look! The "helpful" person who sent me on this crazy wild goose chase sent another message.

It's over here.

I tried to reverse it, but umm... Well, let's say that I'm less than skilled with audio programs. I tried WavePad, though, and if I'd had more than a few minutes to play with it I think I could possibly have done something with.

... Anything at all.

Especially since REM just e-mailed this message from Trish's journal to me:
hes lying and hes got me and make sure
somone finds me help theres no eas way to get out alv

I haven't had much luck with her e-mail, but it's the same as her journal account (srsfolklore@yahoo.com). I should have checked for it earlier but this is just so... GAH.

Dinner's done. Back to the road.

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 19:07:40 GMT

I'm just sick of this place now.

Someone suggested Savannah, GA and... Well, I really have nowhere else to try.

Catch y'all later.

...

I need more sleep -- that shouldn't be funny.

...

And rock_star_mom got that stupid cipher from before.

"we're lookin', beware everyone. -sam"

I'm on the right track. I knew it.