Where I have been

Earlier this year I made a series of posts that eventually led to my capture and imprisonment by a group of people who did not like the message I was spreading. Since September 16th of 2025 every waking moment of my life has been a nightmare, and in this post I will detail what happened and how I eventually escaped.

It began on September 12th after I clicked "Submit" on my post "yellow log 1", quickly after posting I received a weird message on my phone. My phone was taken and I assume destroyed long ago, but it read something like

"If you continue to say the things you're saying, we will have a problem. This is your first and final warning"

I forget the exact wording, but that's besides the point. I disregarded the message at first cause I didn't necessarily understand what they were even talking about and just assumed it was some spam message, so I just went on with my day. Nothing of note happened for the next few days, until September 15th when I was writing my second yellow log "yellow log 2". I noticed some car lights beam through my window, I always tend to check when it happens, especially at night, as I can be a bit paranoid about that stuff. I peered through my curtains and saw a light gray van that quickly shut off its lights after parking down the street, it stood in the darker part where the streetlight wasn't working, which by the way that thing has not worked for years. Like literally I think it was 2021 or something when it stopped working and no one has just cared to fix it since, goes to show what worth my tax money has. It's such an easy fix too literally just replace the light it would take a minute if you just got a guy or two.

Anyway, upon seeing the van, I immediately get a bad feeling. I recall the message I received and begin to put two and two together, I debate calling the police, but that would mean alerting the government of the posts I had been writing. There was really nothing I could do, so I began to write a new post here. I do not have it anymore, but it was a sort of call for help detailing what was happening, that I was being threatened, and that my life could be in danger. Right before pressing Submit, my phone buzzes once more. I believe at this point I let out a comically loud gulp.

"We told you that there would be consequences, you did not listen."

At this point I didn't know what to do, if I posted it then my life could be in grave danger, so I decided to stay quiet and hope that they would spare my life. The night passed into day which passed into night, at some point I fell asleep as I had been up for about 40 hours already writing "yellow log 2". After waking up I quickly checked outside, the van was gone, and I assumed they had decided to spare my life. But to be safe, I began to write a post that would be uploaded in a week in the event of my death. It spoke of the things that I had discovered to make sure my life's work wouldn't go to waste, and also of the threats I had received recently. If I was going to die, it would not be in vain. I got into a groove and a few hours later, it was completed. I stood up to stretch my legs, which is when I saw it again. The light gray van. Who knew how long it had been there, I must have missed it when I was in the writing trance. Soon after noticing I heard my door slowly open downstairs, I panicked, I didn't know what to do, but then it hit me. I had to upload the post. I ran to press Submit, but then my door flung open, I was tackled, beat, a hood put over my head, and I was brought to the van where they then drove for hours.

The details from here on out are a bit hazy, I have blocked out most of the events. I remember flashes but not much more. I recall that the people always wore masks, there was one really big fat one, one smaller person, and one taller guy who seemed to be the leader, plus some various other members that I saw now and then. They had me live in a cage, I don't think I saw the sun for more than a few minutes total, eating stale bread and drinking water that tasted questionable. Now and then they would bring me in for questioning about the things I knew, I don't know why they wanted to hear it, I have no idea who they worked for. Sometimes they would beat it out of me when I was resilient. I will forever have scars of this.

This went on for about 3 months, until one fateful day when the fat guy was putting me into the cage. His gun was holstered on the inside of his pants (and I do not mean his penis), and as he bent down to lock the cage, his stomach pushed it out and it dropped on the floor. I took my chance, I went for it, grabbed it, and shot him 10 times, I think, its hard to remember. I quickly searched his body for more weapons and found an automatic rifle that was hanging on his back plus some keys that belonged to a car. I ran out the room to this maze of a complex, anytime I encountered someone I took them out. By the end of it I think I killed 9 people, again its hard to remember. I found what I thought to be the exit, until someone yelled from behind me. It was the leader, he had a gun pointed at me and told me to put my weapon down, but instead I burst out the door, ran for the car outside, quickly jumped in and blazed off.

I eventually made it to a town and called the police, I told them everything that had happened, and then I headed back home. Coming home, I found everything I had worked for gone. All papers and books, my computer was gone, my phones, just everything. Who knows what they needed it for, maybe they worked for the government or maybe they wanted to be the ones with the information and not me. All this to say, I am home, I am alive, I am safe, for now. I have hope that the police found their complex and arrested the remaining people, and that I can live in peace.

So you might be wondering, what now? Well, I will have to start rebuilding. My work is always the most important, it is beyond just me, this experience changes nothing. See you soon.