Not to steal anything from the late 70's sitcom, but happy days are here.
My site, http://www.draytonrussel.com/", is now live and fully functional.

In the words of the two rednecks in the Dodge truck commercials - SWEET!
While you're there could you drop me a line, either through the contact link or by signing the guestbook? I may regret this decision later.

From the site you can go to the site I have dedicated to Zach, Theresa and Travis called The Game. It has background and updated information.

Rember these links:
www.draytonrussel.com - The main site
blogs.draytonrussel.com - My personal journal (Travis is also located there)
thegame.draytonrussel.com - Site dedicated to the story of Zach, Theresa, and Travis

Until then...

Drayton Russel

I apologize for the delay in updating.  I’ve been busy transcribing the interview with Travis and setting up my website.  My journal is complete.  Hop on over to

 

blogs.draytonrussel.com

 

Information is scarce but the start of a great journey.

 

Drayton Russel

I have news that may warm your heart and I have news that may kill the family pet.  The bad news is the site doesn’t look like it’ll go live this weekend.  Which brings me to the good news.  The opportunity to interview Travis Fenton has landed in my lap.  My time would be better spent doing the interview than working on a site without the content.  What are a few more days?

 

Why is the interview important?  The more information I gain from a credible source the better the book.  Travis and I have conversed through e-mail and chat since the incident, but nothing I would like to publish.  I can only present snippets of information the hospital allows him to give.  This one on one interview presents more meat for the plate.

 

Updates will come from the three blogs until my site is complete, which I hope is soon.  My free site (a place that shall remain nameless thanks to the ingrates who run the service) can’t handle the bandwidth or the content I want to present.  Keep your fingers crossed that the site will go live next week.  Until then…

 

Drayton Russel

My name is Drayton Russel and I was awarded full control over the blogs of Zach Wells, Travis Fenton and Theresa Wells by the high court of The State of Texas.  I’ll post details on the proceedings at a later time.  For now I’m in the process of creating a site that tells the whole story of the interactions of the three beings, so stay tuned and check back often.  The site “should” be ready by this weekend, middle of next week at the latest.

 

The story is interesting, to say the least.

My world is in shambles and my anger burns my insides.  I check my e-mail this morning and find the following e-mail.

 

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From:     "Zach Wells" <zachwells.blogdrive.com>

Message:

My dear Travis,

I understand your spouse suffered a bump on the noggin.  From the bottom part of my heart I apologize for your suffering.  One can only imagine the anxiety your soul is going through.  Am I to blame for your troubles?  Look deeper in your eyes and you will find the true culprit.

The old barn awaits for us this weekend.  Saturday morning seems right.  Don't know the direction?  Step out the door and look to your right.  You will see the barn at the end of the dirt path.  I trust the thick foliage along the road reminds you of days gone by.  I grew nostalgic when I strolled the path.

See you when the morning sun breaks the mist.

Zach Wells


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Mark my words I will hunt down this demon spawn and rip his head off with my bare hands.

I suppose this blog will take my mind off the latest happenings.  My wife, Tonya, lies in a coma in the county hospital.  Arriving home on New Year’s Eve I found her on the floor of the bathroom, head covered in blood.  I stepped out to fetch a few things so we could celebrate the coming new year.  Now the year greets me with sadness.

 

Over and over I keep asking myself why this happened.  Why was she standing on the edged of the ceramic bathtub?  Why did she fall?  I just pray my questions are answered when, and if, she awakens.

 

Doctor says the child is fine, for right now.  I fear the situation will deteriorate if her coma persists.

 

I haven’t heard from Theresa Wells in a couple of days.  I guess the whole thing was a hoax, a funny by my expense.  Then again, if it were true…where is she? 

 

I must return to the side of my darling spouse.  Dealing with this has taxed my time.  I haven’t had time to read the writings of others.  Hopefully things will get better and my routine can return to normal.

My mind is more confused than ever.  Checking my e-mail this morning I find this:

 

The following was posted to your site Travis' Fear (http://travisfenton.blogdrive.com)
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From:      "Theresa Wells"

Message:

Dear Travis,

You do not know me but if you search your memory you should recall our past relationship.  Please bear with me on what I must tell you.

Zach is not what he seems.  He is a powerful dark figure that lives in the shadows on a quest to rid the world of you and I.  It is very important that you think past the accident and remember the day we all met.  Without that memory, I’m afraid, all hope is lost and our souls will pass to the next life.

I understand he wants to meet with you and play “The Game”.  Do all you can to avoid this.  Be careful, he will go to extreme measures to trick you.  Just remember this; I am the only one he can hurt physically.  He might make you think he can harm you, but he is sneaky and will make you harm yourself.  Don’t fall for his tricks.

Ill do all I can to prevent the meeting, but unless you remember I can only do so little.  In the meantime Ill send my furry friends to protect you.  Zack loathes the creatures, take my word.

Sincerely,
Theresa Wells

 

What am I supposed to remember?  My mind is blank previous to my 14^th birthday.  Some say I was involved in an accident that erased all I lived for up to that point.

 

All I ever received is idle threats from Zack.  Yes, his words frighten me and my dreams are now covered in his darkness, but I suffer no physical ill effects.  Only the whiskey hurts as it pours down my throat in hopes to wash away the horror.

 

What’s this?  As I write I am notified of a new e-mail.  Hold on…

 

I can’t write any longer.  Yes, I do fear Zach… Oh God help me….

All I wanted to do was take care of my family.  Now an unknown man, seeking revenge, haunts me.  He lives in my dreams and thoughts.  Everywhere I turn I see his dark figure.

 

I can’t help to feel that this man is, somehow, connected with my past.  But where?  When?  If I could just remember then, maybe, I can rid myself of this beast.

 

My body shakes at the mere thought of him.  Every light in my apartment now stays lit.  I hate the dark.  The darkness frightens me to the point of violent shakes and an uncontrollable bladder.  I’ve done well to hide this from my wife, but she does suspect something going on.

 

For the love of God, please, Zach, leave me alone.