The Future of Help Me

Hello everyone, and happy holidays! This is Lauren, producer of Help Me. Since people have been asking about future projects, I figured this was a good time to get off my ass and do some replying.

First, I want to offer a heartfelt and sincere thank you to everyone who listened to and commented on this podcast. I was genuinely surprised by the positive response received, and I appreciate it so very much. Help Me was a college project that was made in a rushed timeframe, with basic equipment, untrained actors, and no funding whatsoever. However, your comments really made me feel like I was producing something worthwhile, and I can’t thank you nearly enough for them. It still means the world to me.

Second, the team is working on a different podcast. I can’t say much, since it’s still in production, but it will be in a wildly different vein than Help Me. Stay tuned! I’ll probably post updates to this page when it comes out.

Third, I never intended to create a second season of Help Me. I wrote it as a stand-alone season, and I always intended Nicole’s story to end here. That said, there has been such a positive response that I’m looking into a new season with new characters and new situations. Again, stay tuned for updates. If you guys want another season of Help Me, then Help Me will continue.

Thank you all again. Your support made such a difference.

Happy New Year, and may 2017 bring joy, peace, and creativity.

No Help

I tried to get help, but this thing doesn’t want me to. It wants me to be entirely alone… I’m going to find out what it is, and how to beat it.

I tried to get some help again. I called Officer Robert, but… well, this thing doesn’t seem to want me to get help. I’ve looked online, but I haven’t found anything very helpful. Every experience is too vague, and just not similar enough to me…

I’m alone, but I think it’s okay. I’ll find out how to beat this thing.

I have to.

Death

I listened to Olivia’s last recording, and… it captured her last moments. I’m so scared. It came for her, and got her, and now it’s coming for me. I can’t let it get me… I don’t want to die.

I listened to Olivia’s last recording. Her final moments on this earth. It’s… troubling. And I’m still not clear what exactly happened, but it obviously wasn’t a suicide.

As I’ve been saying all along…

Where do I go from here? It came for her in the end, and it’s coming for me. The only clue I had is long gone, and I have no idea how to protect myself. I don’t want to involve my friends anymore… What if it comes after them? I can’t risk that.

It’s Coming…

I’ve seen it now. Out of the corner of my eye. The thing, whatever it was that was after Olivia. It’s here now.

And I’m next.

I’m so tired, and I can’t seem to control my emotions. One minute I’m terrified, then I’m filled with anger. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t know how to stop it.

I’ve seen it now. Out of the corner of my eye. The thing, whatever it was that was after Olivia. It’s here now.

And I’m next.

I’m so tired, and I can’t seem to control my emotions. One minute I’m terrified, then I’m filled with anger. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t know how to stop it.

Gone

Olivia’s journal is gone. I don’t know what happened to it, I DIDN’T misplace it. It’s just… not here anymore. And without it, I have no hope of defending myself…

Am I losing my mind? I don’t really know anymore… Is this in my head?

No. It can’t be.

No.

Olivia’s journal is gone. Vanished from its place under a pile of my stuff. I didn’t misplace it. I didn’t touch it.

It’s gone.

And with it go my hopes of defending myself from whatever is following me…