“Hes calling me home.”
This is what bothers me the most. As
though wherever this thing is, is where I belong. As though it has a say in where I belong. I mean, it could just be a delusion, and I could be getting angry at my own brain being sick, which is pointless.
The USB stick. I tried "theresamaninthewoods" as a password, and that didn't work. If I was the one to password protect these, I'm not one for making overly complex passwords, since I have a habit of forgetting everything.
But anyway. The numbers string. 20 8 5 20 9 13 5.
I've tried the number string from the
picture as a password to the other files on the USB stick, since I tried the order from top
to bottom, and then backwards. No luck there, either.
A commenter mentioned yesterday that the string, if substituted for letters in the alphabet, become "the time". I'm making a note of it here, and I'll try it as a password when I get a few minutes today.
I'll update with any progress I've made later.
The weather's been terrible here, but if there's a nice day, I'm
going to try to make it to the old house from the video of me on the
stairs.
