trackstarfromhell

[trackstarfromhell]

Numbers over nonsense. Love it!! Keep up the good work, we couldn't do this without you. ☺️

Found some old encrypted town records in the Rosewood archives—dates line up with the disappearances, and there are odd symbols I can’t place.

I’m decoding, but it’s slow work. If anyone has any old diaries, photos, or stories, send them my way.

Digital trails don’t lie, and neither do the shadows.

[trackstarfromhell]

I’ll believe when I see proof, but you do you, conspiracy king. 🫡

Official announcement: The government is hiding something in Rosewood. Multiple eyewitness accounts, strange lights over the lake, and weird energy spikes near the old mill.

I’ve got files, footage, and leads that no one else will touch. This town is a hotbed for secrets, and I’m not backing down.

To whoever’s watching: the truth will come out.

[trackstarfromhell]

Keep your eyes open and your feet ready to run, lil’ brother. Not everything out there deserves a closer look...

Sometimes I swear Rosewood’s old woods are watching me. Last night near Hollow’s Creek, I caught a glimpse of something—or someone—between the trees. Not a person, not an animal. Just… something.

I know the legends say the forest’s cursed, but I’m starting to think there’s more truth to it than we ever guessed.

Gonna try to get a better look tonight. Wish me luck.🍀

[trackstarfromhell]

the chaos wouldn’t be half as fun without you

Sometimes I think Rosewood’s not just a town, it’s a waiting room for things better left alone. But here we are, playing lead roles in a show no one signed up for.

The band keeps playing, the shadows keep watching, and we keep moving forward—because what else can we do?

Stick with me, and maybe we’ll write a story worth telling.

[trackstarfromhell]

Running drills in the old Rosewood High gym today, but all I could think about was the stories that swirl around this place. Supposedly some kids vanished here years ago, and nobody talks about it.

I’m not about ghosts, but I do know Rosewood keeps its secrets tight, and it’s probably smarter that way.

Sometimes protecting your own means believing in nothing but the truth you see.