Amelia. These past few years have granted me the ability to see things I never would have thought possible, the ability to see in realms other than our own. Yet all I can see is you. I know that the closer I get to understanding this connection, the closer we are to being together forever.

But who will be the one to bring us together? The one thing I am sure of is that I cannot succeed alone, at least, that's what the text has been telling me. I write to you know, as I stare closely at the book. I spend long nights working on this journal, in the hopes that someday you can actually read it.

But the book, the book taunts me. It sits there, I know it holds the secret, the key I need, the last piece of the puzzle, but it will not give up such secrets easily. It was forged by beings beyond our level of comprehension, beyond our level of thinking and understanding. To them, our minds are like wet tissue paper, easily folded and bent to serve their twisted purposes.

These beings, the Darkness as I shall call them, are however my only hope of ever reaching you, but even with their generosity and grace, I still have my doubts.

The book reaffirms me that travel between these dimensions is possible, but, I still need someone to do the task at hand.. I will continue looking for somebody to fulfill this roll for us, my love.

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I set the doll aside. I couldn't cut it up. The thought crossed my mind that having such a rage towards an inanimate object was probably not the healthiest thing for me mentally. But I felt as though I was losing my mind, something had changed in the inner workings of my mind but I could not figure out what. As I touched the doll, it simply fell over, just as it would make sense to. The room had stopped glowing, and all the mannequins were in their original positions.

The ax was in my hand, it did not have any marks of use. Was it all in my head? Was this place getting to me? That would make more sense than any assumption that I was attacked by a bunch of wooden mannequins. That's it, it must simply be in my head. I looked at the doll on the chair, and noticed something I had not noticed about it before, it's arms were outstretched, and something was in it's hand.

I got closer to investigate, and noticed that it had a golden ring in it's hand. The ring shined and glistened, it looked as if it had been newly forged, the gold still looked slightly heated, in fact. I reached out and touched it, the ring was unnaturally warm, it felt as though it had been in somebody's hand for a long time, which was clearly not the case if it was with this doll.

I examined the ring closer and noticed the name on it. "Jacob McCoy", that's impossible, that's my name! Out of disbelief, I dropped the ring on the ground. I wasn't married and no such ring had existed prior, this would mean that somebody was following me. The ring fell to the ground, producing a clanking noise. As it hit the ground, the lamps went out again.

"Not this again." I said audibly. I suspected that I was possibly slipping back into some kind of hallucination, but it felt so weird. On the other hand, I had serious doubts that crazy people knew they were crazy. This thought worried me, for my own safety, and for Jessica's.

Suddenly, the lights came back on again. The first thing I noticed was that the walls now looked different, they were in better condition, yet it appeared worse at the same time. In the sense that now it looked newer, yet at the same time, it felt off. Like it shouldn't be. You know that feeling you get of confusion when you look at a simulation of a 4D object? This was exactly that feeling.

In an attempt to dismiss the fear, I approached the wall and touched it. As I did so, a crashing noise came from directly behind me. In fact, it sounded close enough that whatever caused it could easily have almost hit me. I turned around quickly, to see that the mannequins were all directly behind me, pointing at me. They were close enough that I almost hit one's finger when turning around.

The site was incredibly disturbing, and I decided that leaving that room was for the best. So I hastily made my way to the living quarters door. I turned the knob and swung the door open, heading inside and closing it. I breathed a sigh of relief to be away from the mannequins.

This room was normal enough looking. There was a large double bed on the left corner away from the door, and a crib on the close right side. Shelves lined the walls and there was a table with two chairs in the middle of the room. On the table was a book. I picked it up, and opened it.

Inside was a fairy-tale style story. It talked about a man who lived in a cabin up in the woods. He had a gallery of art where he stored one painting, and many empty frames. The painting was of incredible and life-like beauty. The painting was of a woman with soft blonde hair and green eyes, the man fell in love with this painting, he would lock himself in the gallery for hours and talk to the painting.

One day this man was in his living quarters when there was a crashing noise behind him. When he turned around, there was a music box. He picked it up and twisted the handle, a sweet melody played out and he found himself in the gallery, but something was different, it was much larger, it was like the gallery itself had been ripped out and tossed into a ravine, it was now surrounded by pitch-black cave.

A voice called out to the man from the depths of the darkness, The voice told this man that he could be with his love forever, and bring her to life. To bring her into the mortal realm, however, he would need to lure and trap someone in the realm his love was currently trapped in. He agreed, and found himself back in his room, now with a book in his possession.

The book had immense power, it contained divine and demonic secrets both, it was powerful. He spent years alone in the cabin, simply reading the book and following it's instructions. They say that the secrets contained therein drove him mad, and no one ever saw him again.

I was about to put the book down, but a key fell out from between the pages. I picked it up, the key was white, with the name "Jacob" inscribed upon it. As I picked it up, I felt a chill run down my spine, I shrugged it off and turned to leave. Behind me were three mannequins with human mouths. They were in a formation in front of the door. The two on the side were on their knees, in a position that reminded me of mourning. The one in the middle was standing up, in a praying position. I pushed the mannequins out of the way, their skin felt warm, like they were alive.

The door was locked, so I took the ax and swung it right through the door, which collapsed as it struck it. In the room with the doll again, I noticed one major difference. Eyes were drawn all over the walls in what appeared to be pure white chalk, yet they slightly glowed. They were disturbing me greatly, but I pressed forward, I found the eyes to be less disturbing than the mannequins, so the choice to go back of press forward was obvious to me.

I walked into the room and noticed that the pupils of the eyes were following me, this was unnatural.

I felt I knew what I had to do, I turned towards the gallery door and stuck the key in. I turned it, and it clicked.