User 435, 9:38 AM, 5/21/2016-

There everywhere. I tried to go downstairs to get food, and it felt like everyone was watching me. Worst part is, I don't know who they are. What they like, what they want from me? Hell I can't even trust anyone that wasn't someone I knew before this game. Brian's last words are ringing in my head. “...and get the fuck out of here”. At first I thought he meant the cops would come, and I should leave. But that doesn't seem true anymore. I think he was talking about them. The people watching my every move. Why. Why are they just watching? If they wanted to kill me, then just do it! What the hell! They aren't doing anything, they are just watching. But why? Please. I don't know how much more I can handle.

User 435, 9:23 PM, 5/21/2016-

Update… I got a knock on my door. I went to check it, grabbing my gun first. It was a woman with sunglasses, a hat, and black leather jacket. In her left hand she held an envelope, I had slowly opened the door, and realised in her other hand she had a pistol. I went to bring mine from behind my back, but she told me to take the envelope. I took it from her. I thought she was going to kill me, but she told me to slowly close the door. I followed what she said. The letter was the same envelope, and paper as the ones I have been leaving for Brian. And when I opened it up, it even had the same handwriting. MY HANDWRITING! Who the FUCK are these people. The letter read this: “Tomorrow, outside of Vegas, directly south. There is a park about 30 minutes out. Be there at 4:30 PM exactly. Don't be late, we have tea”. We have tea. She’s… there… They are playing this like a game. I… I had fun with me and Brian's game. But this game… Either way, I don't have a choice. I feel if I dont go to their little tea party playdate things will end poorly for me. I realize now. The game isnt over. And it will never be unless I go to this playdate. I know it's a trap, but it's my only shot of living. They are everywhere. I will write again tomorrow. Be safe everyone.