Journal Entry 4

Cody had sent me a link to a video earlier today, claiming that I needed to watch it. It was a clip from an interview on an American news channel; the interviewee was a woman who was deaf and had been one of the Snickelway survivors. The woman had been at the back of the queue when I had been taken and was a part of why we got out when we did. I had tried sneaking to the back of the line and accidentally knocked into her while she was signing the chant, 'I have been chosen, and I am going home'. Now that I think about it, if I hadn't bumped into her, Cody and I would have remained at the back, undetected by you, until we either fumbled or ran out of mints and lost control. I guess all the survivors have the woman to thank because otherwise, they might not have made it in time.

In the interview, she told her story, whilst a translator interpreted her signing, how she had been taken to the strange realm; the initial panic as she saw the line of people did not respond. Then she described seeing the words of the chant and how she soon started signing it beyond her control. The woman also vaguely discussed what happened when I bumped into her when the spell broke, and she saw the monster's words inside her head, wondering how someone was not under its control. She was talking about me.

Surprisingly, everyone on the screen seemed to take her seriously, asking her questions. However, they word it in a way so that they cannot take a stance on whether this monster was real or if all four hundred of us had hallucinated the exact same creature.

I looked at the comment section briefly, as this is the internet, and whilst there were a few sympathetic people, the rest are vile.

After the interview, the host goes more into the woman's background and her current job, her rise on social media as she has explained her Snickelway perspective so many times now, as well as her other videos on what life is like being someone who was born deaf, but mostly it was her nail art tutorials which was her metier before Snickelway.

She was not the only survivor who turned the harrowing experience into internet fame. Many have gone on social media talking about their experience. However, the Snickelway kidnappings, after so many months, were no longer much of a talking point, and these channels and profiles died from the dwindling attention. Some people had even written books, somehow taking the incident and turning it into a bloated read, padded with their life before, which was not so interesting. I have read a few entries highlights, which had been posted on the Snickelway server. Some people were using it to find Snickelway's weaknesses and powers, the common denominator in who was taken, and so on. They still have not found anything of note. No weakness. No origin. No motive. Nothing.

You are certainly an enigma, aren't you?

Cody asked if I had ever considered doing an interview or a video on our experience. I said no. Firstly, it felt wrong after I was there for only a short amount of time, the shortest compared to everyone else. Secondly, I definitely do not want any attention on me, especially being on the internet for the whole world to see. However, some days, I do wonder if I should. If you do have a weakness of some kind, Cody and I came close to it. We broke free of the chant; you temporarily had no control over us. We could do nothing, but if we found a way to escape your realm, we could win against you. However, making a video telling people they have to have breath mints on them and be fortunate to know someone who has already been taken makes me sound quite silly.

I've rewatched that interview multiple times now, more so because the way the woman's long acrylic nails clatter together when she signs is satisfying to hear. It also got me thinking about how lucky we were.

You pick randomly from across the entire globe.

Cody and I were chosen three weeks apart.

What were the chances that you picked me so close after Cody?

What were the chances that Miles Kendrick confronted me that day that made me run away and go somewhere without witnesses for you to take me?

What were the chances that I had a breakdown and continued along the queue to a point where I could see Cody and recognise him?

So many people worldwide have been chosen randomly, and we were chosen.

So many minute scenarios had to happen for us to break free from your spell.

You called us anomalies.

You were right.

And you let us all go because of it.

Why?

Because you were congratulating us and deciding we could live a bit longer?

Because you wanted the world to know that you were coming?

Or maybe you just like toying with us. Like how a cat releases a mouse it caught so that it could catch it again for sport before finally devouring it.

I don't know.

And I don't know if I want to know.

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