*read me first*

Hi, welcome to the blog.

You'll probably want to read this from the beginning, so click on the link below and scroll the screen all the way to the bottom. You'll be reading from the BOTTOM of the screen UP. I know it's a hassle, but that's life.

click here to start

When you're finished with that page, click on the "November 2005" link on the right of the screen, under "Archives". It will be at the bottom of the text in the right column. Or you can just click here. Scroll all the way down. Read upside-down some more, and then you're finished.

Thanks!

Uncle PJ

*last post*

It looks like DanneR (real name Warrenna Dennison) won’t be posting anymore to this blog. But if you’d like to follow her life, check out

http://thecureforthecurse.com

and you may find what you’re looking for.

See you on the other side.

Uncle PJ

*email from DanneR*

Hello Partiers,

I received an email from DanneR today:

Uncle PJ,

Thanks for your concern, and for all your help with my blog. I’ve moved again. I’m now 1000 miles away from my old life, both from the house I called home, and from the girl I called DanneR.
My parents finally told me the truth, but only because I saw something that unraveled all the lies. Reading my blog shows me where I got my lying techniques. UNR34? What a whopper that was. The thing about my parents’ lies is that each one contains 90% truth.
I – and they – really are addicted to something, it just isn’t a hallucinogenic drug. I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out myself.
Of course there aren’t many windows in our houses.
Of course they don’t go out in the sun much.
Of course Dad had a night job.
Of course Mom loves rainy days.
Of course we’ve never been to a real doctor or hospital.
Of course I’ve never come near a church of any kind.
Of course we’ve moved so many times.
We’re addicted to something a lot more common than UNR34, but a whole lot worse. It was in my visions, and now I know it was in the Last Resort.
It’s blood. Living, human blood.
My parents are infected with a vampire curse, but Z keeps their symptoms in check. They don’t hurt people. They’re not evil. Unless you count all the lying. But then that would make me evil too. Maybe I am.
What devastates me the most about all this is that Mom and Dad were infected before I was conceived. They knew I’d be cursed from the start, but they let me be born anyway. My ‘infection’ isn’t nearly as bad as theirs, but they still damned me before I took my first breath. Why would they do such a thing?
Maybe they really are evil.

Anyway, I’m guessing that if you know my parents, then you knew the truth about us. I know you never lied to me, and I also know that you never told me the truth. But I’m not mad at you. I suspect my parents would’ve ‘punished’ you if you told me anything before they did.
I won’t be continuing the blog. DanneR is long gone, and her words were written from behind so many veils of lies that it’s pointless to continue. Maybe someday I’ll start another blog. But it won’t be soon.

I do have a favor to ask, though. Please tell my friends Deni, Mel and Corbett that I’m all right, that my parents are in trouble with the law and that I’ll try to visit them someday. I miss the crew, but they can’t ever know where I am or why I left. It would mean a lot to me if you did this.
Now I’ve got to go. I can’t promise that I’ll stay in touch. I’ve got a lot to think about these days.

Renna

(one more post to follow)

lost

I don’t know where I am. The ground is rocky and dry, and brown mountains line the horizon. I can’t see any houses, or roads, or fences, or any other sign of civilization. We’ve spent two days in this trailer, waiting for what dad calls our ‘contact’ to get us to some place called ‘Bascomville.' There’s a gas generator here and a dozen tanks filled with fuel. Countless bottles of water and canned food. Like a bomb shelter whose only real protection is being in the middle of nowhere.
We’re traveling at night, but I keep falling asleep. Each time I wake up it feels a little warmer outside, so we must be going south.
Every time I close my eyes I hope that sleep will somehow spring me from this nightmare.
Something is terribly wrong with mom. I saw the changes happen right in front of me. I keep seeing that red in her eyes, like ripe cherries. It keeps showing up it in my reflection.
But I must’ve imagined it. There’s no way all this can be real. My parents must be lying to me. Probably because they think I can’t handle the truth.
Mom’s been awake about four hours in the last week. She tells me not to worry, that Z will protect us. But how can you get protection from yourself?
I have to go. If dad wakes up to find me using his laptop and SATphone he’ll change all his passwords again.

*anybody heard from DanneR?*

Hello again DanneR Party,

If anyone has heard from DanneR I ask that you please, PLEASE let me know. Her family did not show at our arranged rendezvous, and all prior phone numbers have been changed.
I’m very worried. DanneR has a condition that can be dangerous both to herself and to anyone around her. I can help her, but only if I know where she is. I can be reached at 604-678-5811.

Thanks for your help,
Uncle PJ

PS If you see DanneR InRealLife do NOT approach her. Call or Email me immediately with last known whereabouts and I will make sure she is taken care of.

*note from Uncle PJ*

Hello DanneR Partiers,

This is Uncle PJ, the web guy. I just wanted to let all of you know that I got word today that DanneR and her family had to suddenly move from their prior location. I don’t know the details, but I will be meeting up with them later on this weekend. I will let you know then if DanneR is planning to continue her blog.

Thanks for reading,
Uncle PJ

better

Wow, do I feel better. It’s like that balance beam has been replaced by a wide, rolling prairie and the winds are calm.
I apologized to Deni & Mel for acting so strangely. They were cool about it – “we all have our rough patches” – but they wish I’d share with them what was going on. Real friends tell each other things. I told them that I had a bad reaction to some ‘behavioral medicine’, and implied that my parents were fighting.
I wonder if I’ll ever stop lying. But I just can’t tell my friends that I’m dependent on an illegal/illicit drug and will be for the rest of my life. Not that they’d rat me or my parents out. I just don’t think they’d believe me. And I’d rather actually be a liar than be thought one.
I didn’t see Corbett today, but he’s got a hug coming his way when I do. One of these days I’ll get up the courage to call him.
So I’m on this UNR34 for the rest of my life. But it won’t be so bad. I only need it every once in a while now, and Aunt T@mmi3 will show me how she makes her mixtures. She says she’s got enough of it to last me about 50 years.
I can never go to a doctor, but I’ve got Aunt T@mmi3, and when she gets too old she’ll pass on her knowledge to another friend of the family. I can’t have kids, of course, but I knew that already.
I do wonder what having all that UNR34 in my system for so many years has done to me, though. Maybe it’s where my paintings come from. And maybe my dreams are all memories of the trips I’ve taken.
Who knows?
I wish my parents would trust me a little more, stop trying to protect me from everything. If they’d just told me the truth I wouldn’t have gone through all this. Maybe this episode has taught them something.
But I doubt it.

DanneR

Song Stuck In My Head: “Trust”, by Megadeth