He’s the camera man and seems to know a lot about what he’s doing, and is even hinted to be making music in one of the entries. Going from that, it’s possible that he might really like technology, but have a super big special interest in photography.
In Entry 9, the screen time he has shows him fiddling with a script almost subconsciously – probably a stim.
Also in Entry 9, Alex mentions that Seth brought his dog, hinting that Seth finds comfort in his dog and takes the dog everywhere to feel more comfortable.
Seth gets more and more nervous when Alex gets mad at him or just seems mad, hinting and hypersensitivity and bad emotion processing.”
watched the tape that I took from you. And now, I’m at Rosswood,
trying to retrace Alex and Jessica’s steps.”
though? Years, it’s been years,
nearly three, since this voicemail was, for all intents and purposes,
lost to the ether.
A hint of static bleeds through the
speaker and Jay’s voice cracks along with it, and Tim’s fingers
tighten around the phone. How long it’s been since he’s heard that
static anywhere but in his own head, spreading behind his eyes on
sleepless nights when he can still taste the blood in the back of his
throat, can still feel it flaking beneath his fingernails and
staining his hands no matter how hard he tries to scrub it away.
crossed through that tunnel…”
More static, drowning out the rest of the sentence, but it doesn’t
matter; the words ring in his ears anyway, clear as day.
shouldn’t be surprised by this. He’s not stupid; he’d noticed all of
the time-related oddities that that thing
fond of causing. He and Jay even had a conversation about it once, a
few months after the fact, after they descended into a dark basement
in the middle of the day and escaped less than a minute later into a
He doesn’t like to think about that
Still, the precedent is there; he
shouldn’t be surprised by this.
At least, that’s what he tells
me, as soon as you get this.”
As the rest of the message plays,
the audio grows more distorted, and Tim sits frozen, a numb heaviness
settling into his joints. He’d reach for the heater to chase away the
ice clawing at his veins, if he could only move, could only do
anything but listen silently as Jay’s words become choked gasps for
And then, just like that, the
message ends, and the spell is broken.
Tim blinks a few times, lets out a
His thumb hovers above the trash
It’s just an echo, no more real than
any of the nightmares that have become increasingly few and
far-between the more distance he puts behind himself. It’s nothing
more than a piece of corrupted memory; he can’t help now, anymore
than he could back then, and it can’t help him. There’s nothing to do
now but let go.
then, he supposes, it can’t really hurt
him now, either, can it?
He presses Call.
And he waits, as he always does, as
the line rings once, twice, and a third time, and he holds his breath
and counts down from five and braces himself for the harsh
computerized voice informing him that the number he’s dialed isn’t
available right now, and when instead of the familiar message he
hears a click and a dull thud on the other end he nearly drops
the phone again.
The word is out of his mouth before he can stop it, so hopeful that
it surprises him. He presses the phone harder into his ear until it
hurts, squeezes his eyes shut to focus on the static that he slowly
identifies as wind coming through the speaker, and another, sharper
sound that he can’t quite identify.
None of those noises sound like a
response, though, and his shoulders sag a bit already, but he can’t
stop himself from trying again, “Jay, is that… Are you there?”
A shuffling reaches his ears, and
his breathing halts completely.
It’s a soft noise, barely identifiable as human, but it is.
my God. Jay,
oh my God
where are you are you alright can you hear me do you understand me–”
He’s already shifting the car into drive, screeching out of the
parking lot and hardly hearing the blaring horns of protest from
That sharp noise from before drowns Jay out for a moment.
listen to me, this is Tim, I…” God, where does he begin?
What can he even say to someone who’s been dead – he was dead,
Tim saw his corpse
for fuck’s sake – for the better part of three years? “I– I
need to know where you are. I need you to tell me what’s around you,
can you do that?” He’s headed east on the interstate, already, he
knows the general direction that he has to go because there’s nowhere
else in the world that Jay could
least, he hopes so.
Jay, this is really important,” he adds, and it sounds like Jay is
working to collect his breath, like the simple act of speaking is
draining all the energy he has left.
for all Tim knows, it very well could be, and his already-white
knuckles tighten on the steering wheel at that thought.
is Jay’s labored reply, and Tim nearly throws the phone out the
need you to be more specific than just trees,
and it takes every ounce of his self-control to sound calm, and
collected, to keep the panic and urgency from bleeding into every
word as Jay is probably bleeding out right now and he’s so
damn far away and
he can’t be too late again–
Jay repeats, and there’s a wheezing cough before he finally manages
to choke out, with a distinctly emphasized th
starts to say something else, but that sharp sound from before blares
in Tim’s ear instead, insistent and piercing, and he finally
identifies it as a bird, screeching from somewhere oddly close to the
microphone on the other end.
I’m coming to find you, just… Stay put, if you’re somewhere that
seems safe, and I'll–”
in his ear, and Tim’s heart skips a beat.
static on the other end has stopped.
are you there?”
pulls the phone away from his ear with a curse. The call seems to
have dropped, but there’s no notification, like it never happened in
the first place.
shakes his head, with a mix of something like denial and
determination blooming in his chest, and floors it.
Hello, thanks for joining me in the dark again this evening! This week I found this miniseries that was kinda interesting, so I memorized every single one of their videos, went to their website, hacked into their website, went to the facebook pages of every creator, found out their addresses, drove to their houses, and after 3 solid days of analysis I discovered that if you type the third word spoken in the first episode into their website search bar, you'll find twenty-two thousand hidden videos all encoded in hieroglyphics. Obviously, I decoded them and learned even more...
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If you are a Marble Hornets fan and enjoy either cosplay or collecting memorabilia (or both!), you’re in luck! I’m currently auctioning off several props and clothing items that I wore/used in the series, and this is the post where I will be adding links to each eBay listing. Be sure to bookmark this post to check for updates! Just click the text beneath each photo to go to the eBay listing.