Part 1 – The Beautiful Ones I guess I always knew there was something off about the small community I grew up in. It’s all about context I suppose. When you’re a kid you just accept what you’re told, and the world around you seems normal, if only because you […]
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They call her the queen of mischief at King City High School—a title she earned with little effort. No one matched her audacious, rule-breaking nature. Fear held everyone back, for good reason. She didn’t dread getting caught, being exposed, or facing what terrified others. The absence of fear was what
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ASYNC INTERNAL DOCUMENT Interview & Field Report — Case File 23-DELTA Prepared by: Senior Archivist T. CaldwellSubject: Wanderer Designation WD-041 (“Carla”)Status: Recovered / Stable / CooperativeClassification: LEVEL 2 — RESTRICTED CIRCULATION**Date of Report Compilation: [REDACTED] — PREAMBLE This document consolidates findings from three separate interview sessions conducted over the course
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This is it for me, I am damned. I don’t know where I’m going afterwards, but it’s probably nowhere good. After everything I’ve done, I don’t deserve to go to the good place, wherever that good place is. Where would the bad place be? Hell? Some other horrible place where
My name is Holly West, and for a decade I’ve been sent on various operations to investigate the strange, the unexplainable, and the downright horrifying. Cryptids, sinister cults, sentient buildings. You name it. My organization deals with the things the cops can’t hope to. While my job isn’t as particularly
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Stacy and I switched the power on and sent ourselves to an early grave. I say an early grave, but I don’t expect there will be anyone left to bury us. It was an honest mistake, one we couldn’t have foreseen. To any who may read these words after the
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Part 1 – Incursion I woke up on the floor, my head pounding and eyes struggling to adjust to the harsh artificial lights. Pulling myself up from the rough carpet, I fought against the pain and my creaking joints as I tried to come to terms with my environment. Where
In the direct aftermath of World War II, two major meetings among world leaders were held: the Yalta Conference and the Potsdam Conference. We view these meetings now with hindsight and the knowledge that they would go on to shape the post-war world order. What is not widely known is
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If you’ve spent any time looking into Mothman, or cryptids in general, you’re probably familiar with the so-called “Pellington Mothman film”. One of the most famous pieces of cryptid lost media, it was supposedly shot by paranormal researcher John Pellington in 1976, during the second wave of Mothman sightings in
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1 – ‘Crime’ The night was dark and cold, wind was blowing through the trees but otherwise there was hardly a sound to be heard. This silence and solitude suited the killer just fine. He worked alone, keeping to the shadows…exploiting cracks in the social fabric and indulging his sadistic
“Base Camp this is Hunter Two-One Actual. Still no sign of any Feral activity, over, or Dingo Two.” “This is Base Camp, copy that. ISR’s got you cleared as well.” Mike lowered his hand from the radio and turned to us. “Let’s keep moving. We gotta locate Dingo Two.” I
Honestly when I mention this to people, no one else seems to remember this. I’m not sure why this seems to linger in my mind every night. When I mention the riots in 95 they talk about the riots in LA. They don’t remember the sirens screaming all night. They
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I’m a postgraduate student studying archaeology at a prestigious university in the UK (not going to disclose my identity or the name of my school, so don’t ask). Over a week ago, I was part of a group tasked with examining a dig site in Northern England: a low-lying forested
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Sixty feet away, the Rotblatt came flubbering into the outskirts of the headlights. Carapace segmented, twitching in random flutters. Swirling water around its glistering fins. I reached for the light switch, but Becker held my arm back. “It can’t see. The noise will scare it.” We waited for it to
The Forensic Video Analysis contract was completely standard but for two things Rayna had never seen before: A redaction where the company’s title usually went, and a personal note from a boss she had only met over video call a handful of times. Tell me if they’re like what the
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The following are journal excerpts taken from four in-resident counselors working a summer camp in coastal Georgia (c.2012). All entries are transcribed wholly and completely unfiltered. * James – 7/1/2012 This is a log of repeated occurrences from Tortoise Cabin (location—across the estuary from counselor quarters). Desc. For many, many
If you’re reading this, you’re probably pretty confused. I know I was. I’ll explain everything, but I’m going to start at the beginning. That’s the only way that this will make sense, and maybe the only way you’ll believe me. It all started with that damn job. Mall security. Just
I don’t have much time. It may be monitoring everything.My name is Dr. Clara Culpa, but I was part of a black-budget military operation called Project Deep Red. It was supposed to be a revolutionary training program: a full neural-immersion system to push soldiers past their psychological limits using simulated
To begin with, my name is Samuel Terrence. I was a college dropout living a pretty sad life with my parents until a blackout that occurred in 2014.I recently posted a journal entry titled ‘Blackout – 8/15/14’ that detailed a handful of weeks that would be the beginning of a
James didn’t particularly like his job, or his life for that matter. He’d gone through the motions that everyone had told him to follow and had ended up where a ‘productive’ member of society should be: Working a dead-end nine to five, and knee deep in student debt. His job
8/16 I was home alone when the blackout hit my house. I was sitting on my back patio reading a book when I heard the air unit to my left slowly power down until it ticked to a complete stop. The lights in the house abruptly shut off, the emergency
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“Romeo 3 this is Base Camp, how copy, over.” “Copy, Base Camp, we read you.” “ISR has registered no signatures within a twelve mile radius. You’re clear to advance to the cave entrance, over.” “Roger, Base Camp, we’re moving now. What’s the status of the other teams?” “They’re flanking your
I’m breaking so many of my own rules by posting this account on an online forum and under an alias. In my long and (dare I say it) distinguished career as a freelance investigative journalist I have never taken such an action. Nor have I ever published a story without
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“Biiip,” echoed the machine in the empty back room by the door as my employee identification card swiped it. “Clocked out: 10:17 p.m. Have a good evening, Anthony.” It was a long walk to my car. The restaurant I worked at was right on the beach—I mean, like, basically on
