Notes

This page lists all notes added by Whispering Hills.

Overview

"Notes" includes all items that can be picked up and read within the MISC section of the Pip-Boy inventory screen. For Holotapes, see Holotapes.

List

The following is a full list of all Notes that appear in Whispering Hills, in the same order as they appear in the Pip-Boy.

Brackets [] within the note titles represent editorial clarifications or corrections.

Alchemilla Note

I am not drinking it!

BITTER MEDICINE! BITTER MEDICINE! Every time I drink it I pass out.

Those nurses want to poison me!

Alchemilla Note

My arms are on my legs and my legs are on my arms!

My arms are on my legs and my legs are on my arms!

My arms are on my legs and my legs are on my arms!

Alchemilla Note

I can feel it in my veins! It's moving! My blood is crawling in my veins like worms! It wriggles over all my organs! In my mouth! In my teeth, even in my eyes! I need to get it out soon!

Alchemilla Note

I can hear it! We all can! It creeps behind the walls at night. It's not a rat. I know how rats sound like! This thing sounds..

Slimy. And blood sometimes drips out of the vents.

I CAN SEE IT! THE WALLS ARE MOVING! It's right behind the wallpaper;

moving like snakes or worms! The walls are oozing out some black tar or something. Are those veins? Are the walls alive?!

Alchemilla Note

The noise! Every night! Something is up there! It's so loud I cannot sleep! The noise... metal on metal. It's driving me insane!

RITUAL...

RITUAL.....

RITUAL!!!!!

Alchemilla Note

I see him when my eyes start to close at night. The ceiling opens up and he reaches his bloody arm down to me! He demands a sacrifice! HE WANTS ME!

I CANNOT SLEEP! I SHALL NOT SLEEP! HE WILL GET ME WHEN I AM ASLEEP!

Alchemilla Patient Note

Doctor's Report

The patient was brought into the hospital this morning by some member of the church. The patient seems to suffering from severe wounds inflicted by poison. Black goo is dripping out of his eyes and mouth. The substance is unknown in origin but it seemingly eats away at the flesh slowly. The curious thing is that as soon as we clean up the black goo, his wounds heal back rather fast. Maybe the goo has also a healing effect?

Additional note: We do not know what kind of poison it is, but the black goo seems to cause the subject great pain. Then after a time it stops oozing and the patient moans and groans but always becomes stable again for a time. Painkillers don't seem to work. He even screamed after administering the sedative we gave him, which would normally kill any one else. What is keeping him alive? Is it the goo? A most curious substance.

Alchemilla Report 2

Patients were brought in this morning with third and fourth degree burns. They seem to be men from the nearby coal mine. It seems the underground fire has spread as far as the chruch. I have never seen burn victims this bad before. There is not much we can do right now except for

blood transfusions and pain medications. However, not a single man has died yet. Maybe they have an angel watching over them.

Busstop Workers Notebook

Woke up today, feelin' all fuked up. Last nite wuz a crazy ride, man. But now I'm here in this messed up town, Whispering Hills. Shit don't make sense. Buildings look twisted, roads all messed up. Must be the drugs, messin' with my head. Gotta stop this shit, man. It's messin' me up real bad.

Tryin' to think straight, but it's hard, man. Keep tellin' myself it's just in my hed. Can't trust what I see. The air feels heavy, like a big weight pushin' down on me. No sounds, no birds or cars. Just quiet, like a freakin' ghost town. Creeps me out, sends shivers down my back. Gotta figure out what's goin' on, man.

Every time I go out, fear takes over. The twisted buildings, weird shapes in the shadows. Feels like I'm in one of them scary movies. Tryna make sense of it all, but my hed's a mess. So, I come back to the bus stop. It's safe-ish, I guess. Can't 'splain it, but it feels like a good spot in this messed up place.

Drugs, man. They're fukin' me up bad. Can't keep runnin' away from reality. Need to face what's happenin' in this fuked up town. Gotta get clear, even if it's scary as hell. Time to stop this addiction, find a way outta this messed up haze. Won't be easy, but I can't keep doin' this shit. Every step I take, the town fukin' with me. Twists and turns, like a freakin' maze. Can't find my way out, man. But I won't give up. Gonna keep lookin', even if I gotta go to the darkest parts of my own head. Whispering Hills changed, but it ain't gonna change me.

The fear, man. It's overwhelmin'. The thought of becomin' nothin', of vanishin' into the fog, it's terrifyin'. I wanna fight, wanna find a way outta this mess. But I'm losin' the strength. I'm losin' myself. Can't hold on much longer. It's like I'm already gone.

Butcher Notes

The fog... an exquisite shroud that blankets this town, transforming it into a delicious playground of chaos. Humanity descends into madness, succumbing to their primal urges. The meat supply dwindles, leaving me with a craving that can only be sated by the taste of flesh. Such a delightful challenge awaits.

The hunger grows insatiable. The mere thought of succulent cuts of meat taunts my senses, driving me to the brink of madness. But alas, the traditional sources have run dry. Desperation creeps upon me, whispering perverse suggestions. I must adapt, improvise, and seek sustenance from the darkest corners of this forsaken place.

In the midst of this depravity, I embrace the role of hunter and butcher. The grotesque creatures that roam these streets become my prey. Their mutated forms, an abhorrent symphony of aberrations, provide a macabre feast for my culinary desires. I dissect them, extracting morsels of flesh to grace my sharpened blades.

The taste... it tantalizes my palate, both repulsive and enticing. The meat of these monstrous beings, tainted by the very essence that has consumed our town, fuels my madness. My sanity unravels as I consume their flesh, an intoxicating dance between revulsion and pleasure. The line between human and monster blurs, and I revel in the chaos.

September 4 - Already one Year of fog...

Dreams, nightmares, they merge into a twisted tapestry of depravity. The boundaries of reality fracture as the darkness seeps into my being. Reflections reveal a distorted visage, a manifestation of the beast within. I am becoming one with the creatures I devour, their essence infecting my very soul.

This madness cannot persist. The insatiable hunger threatens to consume me, body and mind. Redemption becomes a distant yearning, buried beneath layers of blood-soaked depravity. I must resist the siren call of the flesh, for the monster within me grows stronger with each morsel consumed. I long for escape from this wretched spiral of madness.

Consider these words a warning, a testament to the abyss that lurks within the human psyche. The fog may veil our town in darkness, but the true horror resides in the depths of our own souls. Embrace the darkness at your own peril, for it is a path that leads only to damnation.

H. Lactor

Caretaker Notes

March 3

The eerie shroud of the fog descends upon Whispering Hills once more, casting an eerie pall over this forsaken realm. My heart quivers with trepidation, for there's an uncanny chill in the air, and a sense of unease clings to my very soul. As a devout woman, I've always sought solace in faith, but this nebulous fog, it's an enigma beyond reckoning. A full year has passed since I took on the solem role role of caring for the children in this forlorn orphanage, and not a day has gone by without the creeping dread that the fog brings.

March 5

The children, dear God, they have undergone a metamorphosis that strikes terror into my core. At first, they simply withdrew from the world, their laughter and playfulness extinguished like a snuffed candle. But now, a more sinister transformation has taken hold. Their flesh turns a grotesque shade of green, and their tiny hands sprout vicious, elongated claws. I've fervently sought divine intervation, yet it seems as if my faith crumbles like dry leaves in the relentless fog.

March 10

The deformities and horrors are worsening by the day. These once-innocent souls have become twisted, unrecognizable creatures. Their inhuman growls and hisses pierce the silence, and malevolence dwells in their eyes. Today, I discovered two of these wretched beings locked in brutal combat. I had to intervene, and the effort left me shaken. Regrettably, I had no choice but to confine them to the attic, where the sleeping quarters reside. I must protect the unblemished souls of the other children.

March 15

My suspicions persist, and I am convinced that the catalyst for this malefic transformation lies with the arrival of a new orphan, a child by the name of Alyssa. The other children harbor an intense disdain for her, as if her very presence has unfettered some dark malevolence within them. My fervent prayers seem to fall of deaf ears, and I fear that this fog is a dire retribution for some undisclosed sin, a punishment we cannot comprehend.

March 20

Superstition gnaws at the edges of my sanity. I have resorted to performing arcane rituals, believing them to be a safeguard against the sinister forces that have gripped these poor children. The fog, it weaves an inescapable web around Whispering Hills, leaving me with a gnawing sense of isolation, I have become paranoid, not knowing whom to trust, not even those who have yet tp undergo their ghastly transformation.

March 25

The fog, an inescapable mire, shows no signs of relenting. It cloaks Whispering Hills in an oppressive obscurity, cutting us off from the outside world. The children's transformations persist, and I find myself consumed by despair. I can only beseech the heavens for deliverance, for a sign that will guide us out of this harrowing ordeal, and back into the warm embrance of the light.

March 30

Hope is fading like a distant memory. The ranks of monstrous children sequestered within the attic have swelled, their aggression growing by the day. They claw and scratch at the door, desperate to break free. I can't help but believe that the innocence which once resided in their hearts has been devoured by this unforgiving fog.

My resolve wavers, yet I cling to my faith, seeking solace in prayer and hoping for a divine miracle or revelation that will release the children of Whispering Hiils from this nightmarish fate.

Carla Winters Note

I'm old, honey. I been sitting on this porch for years before this whole thing started and all I know is that I been sitting on this porch way too many years to still be alive. I wake up, I ink my little life caldender I got me since I was a little girl, I go about my day, I go to sleep, and wake up the next day. After inking it past a hundred years, I knew something was up...

I may have left the church a few years after this all started, but my relationship with the lord is unshakeable. I thank god every day I wake up and he blesses me with my home and my food. You see the canned beans? I lost count of how many times I eaten it, but no matter how many times I do, that same can is right back up on my pantry shelf... Untouched! I know you don't need food here, but I wake up every day hungry and go to bed every night full. That's life and even in this place, the lord blessed me with living... And the Lord knows I'm thankful for it. -Carla Winters

Childs diary page 1

October 5th

Dear Diary,

Today was super weird. I woke up to loud cawing from crows outside my window. They were being so nosy, like they had a secret to tell. But I couldn't understand what they meant. I decided to go outside to check what was up. Normally, it's all nice and friendly here. But today, it got all strange. When I went out, this big, thick fog was everywhere. It was like a big, white cloud, and I could hardly see in front of me.

I got kinda scared because everything looked different. The houses were all messed up, with peeling paint and weird signs on the walls. And there were these spooky noises all aorund -- like faraway cries, footsteps that didn't belong, and a creepy tune in the air. It felt like the town was trying to talk to me.

I tried to go back home, but I couldn't see anything in the fog. It was like a puzzle, and I couldn't figure out which way to go. I started to get really worried and didn't know what to do. Then I found this old, broken house. The windows were smashed, and the door squeaked open like in scary movies. I went inside because it was better than being in the fog. It was super dark in there, and I could barely see. But it was better than the fog outside.

Now, I'm sitting here in the dark, and I can still hear the fog. It's like it's talking to me and making everything glow weird. I don't know what's going on in Whispering Hills, and I'm scared I might not find my way back home. The town I knew is all gone in the fog and dark, and I'm just a kid lost in this strange place. I hope tomorrow is better, and the sun comes back to our town.

Goodnight, Diary.

Childs diary page 2

October 6th

Dear Diary,

Today was even scarier than yesterday. I woke up in that spooky old house, and the fog was still all around. It felt like it had been forever since I saw the sun. I knew I had to find my way home, so I decided to go outside. I thought maybe if I walked around long enough, I'd figure out where I was. But it was even harder than I thought.

The fog was thick, just like before, and I couldn't see anything. I tried to follow the streets, but they didn't look like streets anymore. They were all broken and twisted, and I couldn't tell where they went. I felt like I was in a maze, and I didn't have a map. I kept calling for Mom and Dad, but no one answered. It was like I was all alone in this weird world. I even tried to follow the sound of a barking dog, but it disappeared, too.

I walked and walked, but I didn't find our house. Instead, I ended up in this spooky, ruined building deep in the woods. It was all broken down, with vines growing inside and big holes in the walls. I was really scared, but I didn't know what else to do. Inside the building, it was even darker than before. I could hardly see anything, and the air felt heavy. I found an old, dusty book on the ground. It had weird drawings in it, like monsters and symbols. I didn't understand it, but it gave me the creeps. I'm writing this in the building because I don't know what else to do. I just want to go back home, but I don't know how. I hope Mom and Dad are okay and looking for me, too.

Goodnight, Diary.

Childs diary page 3

October 7th

Dear Diary,

Today was really tough. I woke up in that spooky old building again, and it was still dark and foggy outside. I'm starting to lose track of time, and I really miss Mom and Dad.

I knew I couldn't stay there forever, so I decided to go out again to see if I could find any food or water. I was super hungry and thirsty. I walked through the twisted streets, trying to find anything that looked familiar. But everything was still all messed up, and I didn't see anyone. It was like the town had disappeared.

I finally found this old garage that looked kinda okay. Inside, I found some old cans of food, but they were all gross and rusty. I didn't want to eat that stuff, but I was so hungry that I had to. It didn't taste good at all, but it filled my tummy a little.

Then, I found something even better -- some old soda bottles. They were covered in dust, but they looked okay. I was really thirsty, so I tried one. It was super fizzy, and it made me burp, but it also tasted really sweet. I drank one and saved the others in my backpack.

I know it's not the best food, but it's better than nothing. I hope I can find better food soom. I really miss Mom's cooking.

Goodnight, Diary.

Childs diary page 4

October 8th

Dear Diary,

Today was soooo scary. I woke up again in that dark, scary place. I just wanna go home. I miss Mom and Dad a whole lot,

I walked and walked through the fog, but guess what? I saw some super weird scary things. Monsters like from nightmares! They were all creepy and twisted. My heart was going super fast and I was soooo scared.

I kept trying to hide and stay quiet, but those monsters, they felt like they were following me. I didn't know what to do. But then, I saw an old trailer by the road in the woods. It was all rusty and looked like it'd been there forever. I was so, so scared that I ran inside even though the trailer didn't have a door. Inside I found some food and water like soup and water bottles. I ate the soup and it tasted weird but I was hungry. Then, I drank some water and it was okay. This trailer is strange like a tiny house on wheels. It has a bed and chairs but no way to lock it up. I'm scared those monsters might find me.

I don't know if I should stay in the trailer or keep going. I just wanna be home but this foggy place is super scary. I hope Mom and Dad are looking for me. I just wanna go back to Whispering Hills.

I'll write more tomorrow Diary. I'm super tired now and just wanna hide.

Goodnight

Childs diary page 5

Dear Diary

I didn't think things could get scarier but they did. Nighttime here is like a bad dream.

I was in that cozy trailer by the road thinking I'd be safe for the night. But then everything changed. The sky turned dark and the fog got even thicker. I couldn't see anything. And then I heard it. Scary sirens in the distance and it made my heart race. I looked out the window and I saw them - monsters everywhere making weird noises.

The snow which was covering everything turned into rain or maybe it was rust. It was like the whole town was crying and it felt so sad and scary.

I was so scared I hid under the blankets in the trailer hoping it would all go away. I don't know what's happening here Diary but I'm really scared, I don't want to be in this place anymore.

I'll try to write more tomorrow but for now I'm just gonna stay hidden and hope the scary stuff goes away.

Goodnight

Childs diary page 6

October 9

Dear Diary

Today was the weirdest day ever. I woke up again in that old trailer by the road. The fog was still everywhere and I was still scared. But something really strange happened.

I was walking through the fog like always trying to find my way back home. And then I saw another kid! She was just standing there in the fog looking lost and scared like me. I tried to call out to her but she didn't say anything. I decided to follow her thinking we could be safer together. But as I got closer something super weird happened. The other kid, she just vanished like poof gone into thin air! I looked around but there was no one there. Where she disappeared there was a fence and I saw a backyard behind it. In the backyard there was a small cabin house with a burning fireplace. It was the only warm and cozy thing I'd seen in a long time.

I didn't know what to do but I was so cold and scared that I climbed over the fence and went into the backyard. The cabin house looked like a little fairytale cottage and the fireplace had a nice warm fire. It felt so good. I went inside the cabin and it was like a tiny home. There were blankets and it smelled nice like home. I felt safe for the first time.

I'll write more tomorrow Diary. I'm gonna stay in this cozy cabin for now.

Childs diary page 7

October 10th

Dear Diary

Something really amazing happened today. I woke up in that cozy cabin again. It felt nice and safe but I sill miss Mom and Dad so much.

Today when I looked outside I saw her again! The girl I saw in the fog before. She was standing outside of the fence just like before. I knew I had to talk to her so I went out to see her.

When I got closer I said "Hi I saw you before. Who are you?" She looked at me and smiled. She had a friendly face and her eyes were kind.

She said "I'm Alyssa. I saw you too. You look lost just like me." I was so happy to meet her and I told her my name too.

Alyssa offered someting amazing. She said "I know a way out of this foggy place. I can take you home back to your family." My heart leaped with joy. I've been wanting to go home so much.

I asked her if she was sure she could find the way and she nodded. She seemed confident like she knew something I didn't. I will follow her. I am so excited to think I might see Mom and Dad agian.

I'll write more tomorrow Diary and hopefully with good news.

Cultist note

Dear Brothers, our ritual failed here. If you find this note come to the abandoned house in the woods near the graveyard.

Cybil note

I am currently safe and secure! I was pursued by members of that cult, muttering about a ritual. Little did they expect a woman armed with a shotgun! Ha! I suppose that's the advantage of being a cop.

Nevertheless... I can no longer remain in this town. Something incredibly peculiar is occurring. It pains me to leave Leonard and my daughter behind, especially under the control of this deranged old woman.

I will remain here until nightfall and then attempt to rescue my love from the clutches of the cult. Based on the intelligence I've gathered, they are holding a significant gathering tonight. If I fail, I will head to the neighboring town of Barahams and try to join the forces there.

Officer Bennet

Detective Stevens Notes

Officer Gucci's suspicions about the cult are growing stronger, and it's become imperative that I protect our secrets. I've been tasked with ensuring his investigations lead nowhere. My influence over his colleagues will come in handy.

During the morning briefing, Gucci once again raised the issue of the cult. I seized the opportunity to downplay his concerns, making dismissive remarks to sway the team's opinion against him. It's vital to establish doubt within the department. Gucci must be isolated, seen as an obsessed officer chasing shadows.

Gucci is starting to gain traction with some colleagues who remain open-minded. I can't let that happen. I've begun discreetly spreading rumors about Gucci's mental stability, questioning his reliability as an officer. It's a delicate balance, as I must avoid raising suspicion on myself.

I've identified Officer Thompson as someone susceptible to influence. A discreet exchange of favors and promises has already secured their loyalty. Thompson will obstruct Gucci's investigations, ensuring his progress is continually hindered.

Hah, my plan to undermine Gucci's investigations is in full swing. Through strategic bribes and influence, I've managed to thwart his efforts at every turn. Witness statements have been altered, evidence mysteriously misplaced, and informants have suddenly gone silent. Gucci is swimming against an insurmountable current, unaware that it's our doing.

Blessed be the diving Mother

Diary of a Resident

Week 4. Stuck stateside. Still waiting on orders but the landlines are still down. The phone company says that it's an inevitable hazard of living in rural America - to which I kindly replied that punching him would be an inevitable hazard of fucking with my phone calls. I'm anticipating a formal letter in my box or an angry NCO to come demanding answers on why I haven't reported to Fort Bumfuck in the middle of Shitstain, Nowhere. Probably with added threats to NJP my ass all the way to Leavenworth for desertion. No money for a bus ticket to the armory in Grove City, and that fuckin' bitch I left my car with decided to take it on a joy ride that never ended while I was deployed, so we're stuck hurried up and waiting for now.

Week 5. No calls still. The phone guy is likely going to be beaten to death by the time he gets here. If not by me, then by my neighbors, and if not by them, then by my sergeant. Whenever he also takes the time to find me, that is. I remember why I felt the need to leave this shitty town and its people behind, now that I can't leave. Just memories of family that are gone, dead-end jobs, and a girlfriend who wasn't even gonna be here when I got back. Why the fuck do these other people stay here? Some of them are just too old to leave. That's understandable. But the rest could leave this life behind and move on. Not everyone wants to be a grunt, and I get that, but it's not like this town just has such good economic opportunities or such a great public school that there's nowhere else to go. This town is just a black hole, sucking in all of our souls and dragging us down into indifference. It's not that we all suddenly love the Hills. It's that we're so dejected that we've stopped caring. These people are malaise here, wallowing in apathy. I need to get back to my unit soon. They're the only friends that I have left.

Week 6. The mine caught fire today. Whole shithole of a town is choking on this smoke, and ash is collecting on my windowsill like dandruff. I've wiped it down twice but it's fruitless. Can't even see the mountains in the distance anymore from all the damned pollution. What woke me up from my mid-day effort to escape this apartment in my sleep was the fire trucks. One after another engines and ambulances just screamed past towards where the smoke was billowing from. It wasn't exactly threatening at first - at a distance I thought a bad car accident caused it. After I finished my shower it was like the whole sky was full of it. When I went downstairs everybody was gathered in the lobby looking through the glass doors, and James said that we'd been ordered to shelter in place. "We just gotta be careful about breathing in the smoke. It's bad for your lungs." I wonder if the irony was lost when she puffed on her cigarette ten seconds later.

Week 7. There's still no word from anyone on when we'll be allowed to leave. A police officer came door-to-door a night or two ago, asked me if I'd seen anything strange. I told him no, but I'm not sure he was convinced. Poor man was jittery. His hands were shaking like a recruit getting smoked for the first time. He kept asking if I was sure; like he couldn't believe I didn't have something to report. At one point when his shoulder mic squawked with radio traffic the guy almost jumped out of his skin. Had to steady himself on the door frame. I asked him if he was alright, and he gave me this... this look. A sort of wide-eye; like he was checking to see if I was testing his truthfulness. Maybe I'm overthinking it. After a few seconds he straightened up, tipped his cap, thanked me for my cooperation, and walked down the hall to the next one. James woke me back up 20 minutes later. He was just screaming at this patrolman. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN WE CAN LEAVE? HAVEN'T YOU IDIOTS FIXED THIS YET? I HAVE BEEN STUCK HERE FOR DAYS WHILE SHE'S OUT THERE!" The cop just kinda hung his head and took it; like he wished he had an explanation or an excuse. I peeked through the door until the whole scene finished. Once James had finished screaming, the officer just turned and left, not even saying a word, and walked back past my door to the stairwell. For a brief moment, he made eye contact with me through the crack in the door. Did he look sorry?

Week 8. There's noises outside. Not the sounds of cars or planes or motorcycles. I haven't heard those since the first few days after the fire, but... something else? I don't really have the words to describe it. Maybe a scraping sometimes or something... ethereal? Muffled like when there's a really thick snow outside. How much of that ash is still out there? Where the hell are the police? The firefighters? The National Guard? Where the fuck is, well, everyone? It's not like this place is full of radiation, at least I don't think, so why does it feel like we're alone? There shouldn't be any reason to avoid us. It's not like we're quarantined. I even pulled out this old wind-up radio that my granddad gave me back in middle school - not a single signal to be found. No AM or FM frequencies talking about what's happening in the outside world. No emergency chatter from an automated voice about what to do next, nothing! Well, not nothing, actually. If you set it just right, there's this really unsettling music that just makes me feel dissonant with the world, but I turned that off before it went any further. I know it may seem nuts, and maybe I'll be rereading this in a few weeks from a shelter outside the town and laughing because I thought we were lost in this fog. The radio could just be an antenna issue, I did pick up something out there after all. Maybe this is all just a collage of the worst-timed problems happening all at once.

Week 9. I'm officially out of food. Dammit. I got lucky stocking up at the grocery store before all of this kicked off, but I had to know that this would be an issue eventually. Why didn't I think further ahead? At least the water's still running, for better or worse. I filled a glass and checked it under a lightbulb, and I couldn't see any sort of contamination from the ash, but how could I check for bacteria or disease? Is the water sanitation plant even still running? It'd have to be doing something for it to look this clear, but how much longer will that last? I asked my neighbors if they had anything to spare, and I know that these are hard times but... did they resent me for asking? They've known me from before I shipped out. It's not like I'm some homeless bum they've just met for the first time. So why the looks? In any case, I'll have to make a food run. I've got a baseball bat, my ruck, my 9mm with one full mag, some thick clothes, my God-given army goggles, and a mask. I'm probably over-preparing for this. The worst I should expect is breathable air issues, but something about that noise from the other night, and that scraping... It pays to be prepared. I'll be back in a few hours. James, I swear to God if you broke into my apartment while I was gone and you're reading this, the next thing that I use this bat on when I get back is gonna be your precious horse knick-knacks.

SOMETHING IS FUCKING OUT THERE! IN THE FOG! I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING! I SAW IT FUCKING TWITCHING IN THE STORE. THE FLOURESCENT BULB WAS SPARKING AND LIGHTING ONLY EVERY FEW SECONDS BUT IT SEIZED AND JERKED LIKE IT WAS RECOILING IN PAIN, AND IT BREATHED SO HEAVILY LIKE IT WAS GASPING EVERY TIME FOR ANOTHER GARGLED BREATH!

It wasn't an animal! I know animals. If someone tries to tell me that I saw a rare naked hairless bear or a fucking endangered Appalchian sloth that I never knew existed, I will slap them into the next fuckin' week. I. Know. What. I. Saw. It wasn't on all fours like a creature. It stood like me. It looked like me. Not me specifically, I mean, but like a person. A human. But it didn't wear clothes, it was naked and blistered everywhere like it was burned. Full third-degree like if it had stood in the middle of a Willie Pete strike, and its hands had the fingers broken and jagged in different directions. I'm going to puke. What the fuck is happening here? Why are we stuck? Is no one coming to help us? Where are my friends? Is this happening there too? I have to board up the windows. I know I'm on the third floor, but I won't be able to sleep until I do it. Is that crazy? Am I? Or is it more sane to barricade? Better put a chair under the door handle too...

Week 10. There were noises coming from next door. Adrian was screaming like he was on fire or like he'd finally snapped and couldn't stand it in this place anymore. He was pounding on the walls and screeching and losing his mind. I couldn't stand it. I was about to storm out into the hallway and kick in his door when I heard a fucking blast that made my eardrums ache. A few seconds later there was another blast to follow-up. I should have had my training kick in, dived prone for cover or something... but I just froze. My knees were shaking - not some simple shivering on the skin like in the winter, but a deep shaking straight to the bone. The kind that had me wondering if I was about to fall over at any second. After a few moments had gone by, I finally took cover in the bathroom as far from the wall connecting to Adrian's place as I could manage. Metal chains dragging in the hallway and then clacking against the wood as they were hung got my attention. Soon enough there was drilling and hammering as well. The curiosity was driving me mad. When I moved my chair from the apartment door and hazarded a peek through the crack, I saw James hanging the chains across Adrian's door. He drilled bits into the wall and hung the chains, tightening them against the wall and sealing him inside. I finally worked up the nerve to open the door halfway and lean out to ask him what he was doing. What the hell are the chains for? Was he losing his damn mind? Was he trying to kill Adrian? "Adrian's dead, kid. It wasn't him." Then he calmly hung the last chain, picked up his double barrel off the floor, and strode back to his room as if nothing had happened. My hands are still shaking while I write this. What the fuck is wrong with the world? I felt safer in a foxhole...

Week 11. The walls aren't walls. I don't know how else to say it. Every time I get up, just for a moment as my groggy mind stirs awake, I see them move. Was my wallpaper always a little smeared and spiraled in that corner? Does that crack in the ceiling look like a peephole or is it just in my head? Did I see someone looking through it when I first opened my eyes? The noise outside from weeks ago is back, and it's so loud. It's moaning. Not from one person. It's a chorus. I can't fucking take it. They just moan on the other side of the boards. Outside the windows in the streets; like a bunch of wandering souls that won't leave us the fuck alone. Do they know that I'm here? Are they trying to drive me crazy enough to go outside? I went down to the lobby a few nights ago with a flashlight, but I couldn't see into the fog. It's like there's nothing past our doors. Is the world still out there? Am I just insane? The sweetest relief in this world would be if I woke up in a few hours wearing a straightjacket in a padded room with a labcoat telling me that I had just come-to from a bout of insanity but I don't know if I'd even believe it then. Were those footsteps outside? In the hallway? Are they inside, or is it my neighbors? Are they leaving to go outside? Are James and James even still alive? I didn't see them when I stepped out. There was a long red stain beneath James's door that makes the hallway smell like iron and death. I hate that I know that smell so well.

Week 12. IT'S HAPPENING! OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! THE PAINT ON THE WALLS IS GONE. IT'S NOT PLASTER IT'S A METAL CAGE. I CAN SEE THROUGH THE WIRING! I DONT KNOW WHAT'S IN ADRIAN'S ROOM BUT IT KNOWS MY FUCKING NAME! MY MATTRESS IS JAGGED PIECES OF RUSTED METAL AND ALL I CAN HEAR IS THAT FUCKING MOANING. I CAN SEE DOWN BELOW THROUGH WHAT USED TO BE MY BLESSED WALLS THAT THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF THEM JUST GATHERED AROUND MY APARTMENT BUILDING GROANING IN PAIN! THEIR EYES REFLECT THE LIGHT LIKE AN ANIMALS IN HEADLIGHTS AND THEY'RE ALL LOOKING AT ME! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS HELL!? I WANT MY GRANDDAD! I WANT MY FRIENDS! I WANT MY OLD REALITY BACK! I MADE SO MANY MISTAKES WHEN I WAS OVER THERE BUT PLEASE MERCIFUL GOD IN HEAVEN I DIDNT DESERVE THIS, JUST LET ME OUT OF THIS HELL AND ILL GIVE WHATEVER IT TAKES! THE FLOOR IS RUSTED, OUTSIDE MY CAGE IS A HALLWAY FILLED WITH SCREAMING ROACHES THAT I CANT COVER MY EARS TO GET AWAY FROM! GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME SANCTUARY GIVE ME PEACE GIVE ME

Week 13. My mirror is empty. I feel so warm. The air is thick. Was blood always red? Their faces bring me light. My lamp seems lonely. Posture makes perfect, straighten your back. Did you know that I can fade? Feels like winter. I will always place the mission first. My eyes are black. Jackets will keep you from catching a fever. Never did I know what it felt like to die alone. Hold the pole tight, wait for one to tug on the line. There are four hemispheres, 193 sovereign states, 7.9 billion people, and two planes of existence. I'll be here when you come back! Was I always this way? Mom and I played hide-and-seek at the bottom of her bottle. I'll make you proud over there! Remember to wear your boots in the cold. My bed is on the ceiling. A doorway can operate on a sliding, swinging, or dimensional mechanism to permit entry. I can see their little hands. This is my rifle, there are many like it, but mine is in my mouth. The Hills are alive with the sound of screams.

Diner Note

Hey everyone,

I wanted to bring something to your attention that's been bothering me lately. You know how we've been getting our meat from the new butcher over at the mall's dinner place? Well, I have to be honest with you all, the meat tastes strange, and I can't help but feel something's off.

Ever since we started receiving our meat from this new guy, I've noticed a difference in taste. It's like he's using some strange spices that don't quite agree with our usual recipes. It's got me thinking that maybe he's not giving us 100% pork meat like we've been led to believe.

Now, I don't want to jump to conclusions, but it's important that we prioritize the quality of the food we serve. We've built our reputation on honest, delicious meals, and we can't compromise that. I suggest we gather some samples of the meat and get it tested to be sure of what we're dealing with.

In the meantime, let's be cautious with our menu items that heavily rely on the meat from the new butcher. We can explore other options or adjust our recipes until we have a clear picture of what's going on. Our customers trust us to provide them with top-notch meals, and we can't let them down.

I know we're a tight-knit team, and we've always been committed to serving the best damn food in town. So, let's keep our eyes open and our taste buds vigilant. We owe it to ourselves and our customers to maintain the standards we've worked so hard to establish.

If any of you have noticed anything strange or have additional insights, please don't hesitate to share with me. We'll get to the bottom of this and make sure our food is as delicious and trustworthy as it should be.

Thanks for your understanding and cooperation.

Dr. Autumn Note

It's like this. I tried walking out of the west side of the county on the first Thanksgiving. I didn't care if any of these things would try to rip me apart. It was just me, my grandfather's old shotgun, and what I thought would be a long walk through the woods. I walked all throughout the night right after the sirens dissipated, and you know what happened? It was like I had walked all the way aroumd the world because I found myself coming out on the east side of town.

N-N-N-No, no no... The first Christmas, I scrounged together gasoline and drove as fast as I could after the sirens; same thimg. I came right out the east side of town. As far as we're concerned, this town may as well be the whole world.

- Dr. Julius Autumn

Dr. Kaufman Note Hell

The procedure was partially successful.

We took her into Burn Unit 1 in the basement where we cared for her. Even though her body was charred to the bone, she's somehow still alive. That crazy old hag didn't even talk to us before she set fire to the building. Now we have to face the consequences of her doing!

Dr. Kaufman

Factory Worker Personal Log

Yo Steve!

Shit's gone crazy, man. This town, it's like a damn nightmare. The fog rolled in outta nowhere, swallowing everything in its path. And it's not just regular fog, nah, it's like this thick blanket of gray that never lifts. Can't see more than a few feet in front of ya. Feels like we're trapped in some messed-up alternate reality.

Every day it snows or rains. Ain't normal weather, I tell ya. It's like the sky's got a permanent leak or somethin'. Everything's wet and slippery, makin' it even harder to get around. The town's become this cold, wet mess, and it seeps into your bones. Can't escape the chill no matter how many layers you wear.

You won't believe what I saw behind the factory. Huge cliffs just sprouted outta thin air, like a goddamn magic trick. They tower above the town, cutting us off from the rest of the world. It's like we're trapped in a damn cage. No way out, no matter which direction ya walk. You just end up right back where ya started. It's fuckin' maddening, man.

I tried, y'know? I tried to find my way back to town. Spent days wanderin' through that thick fog, stumbling around like a blind man. Every step I took, it felt like I was walkin' in circles. Never made any progress, just ended up exhausted and disoriented. That damn fog plays tricks on ya, messes with your head.

There's this constant sense of dread hangin' over us. We're stuck in this never-ending loop, where time stands still and the fog won't let us go. The days blend together, and hope starts to fade. We're prisoners in our own town, doomed to roam these foggy streets forever. It's a nightmare, man. A fuckin' nightmare.

Steve!

Shit's getting worse, man. Something's seriously messed up in this town. The fog, it's not just playin' tricks on our eyes anymore. I've been watchin' my coworkers slowly lose their minds. They're fading away, like ghosts or somethin'. Their faces pale, their voices hollow. It's like the fog is eatin' 'em up from the inside, leavin' behind empty shells.

The other day, I saw somethin' I can't explain. I was standin' there, mindin' my own business, when I noticed one of my coworkers turnin' into this dark, transparent figure. It was like a shadow, twistin' and contortin' right before my eyes. And then, just like that, it vanished into thin air. I couldn't believe what I was seein'.

I can't shake off the feeling that somethin's wrong with me too. Lately, I've been feelin' off, like a part of me is slippin' away. I catch glimpses of my own reflection, and it's like I'm lookin' at a stranger. The fog wraps around me, squeezin' the life outta me. I can feel it, eatin' away at my insides, hollowin' me out.

It's gettin' harder to think straight. The lines between reality and nightmare are blurrin'. Shadows dance at the corners of my vision, and I hear voices that ain't there. It's like the world's collapsin' in on itself, and I'm bein' dragged down into the abyss. I'm losin' my grip, man. I can't hold on much longer.

I can't... I can't write anymore. The fog... it's swallowin' me whole. My mind's slippin' away, piece by piece. I can't trust what I see or hear anymore. I'm becomin' one of them, a hollow shape in this foggy nightmare. It's all spiralin' outta control. I'm... I'm goin' crazy, man. I can feel it. I can feel myself disappearin.

Bones i miss my bones

Fishermans Notebook

I used to come here for my peace and quiet. It was a lovely place for an old man to fawn over his memories. My beautiful Anna was everything to me, someone good enough and with enough love in her heart to keep a dying man company. A tumor grew in my lungs, making me a burden of bloody coughs and weak muscles... but she never cared. She told me that she would stay until the end.

She kept her word.

Fishing is a form of therapy, and in my opinion operates much better than a traditional therapist. The fish don't care about your coughing and weakness - or at least, they don't say anything about it. The fish don't mind if you scream at God for being cruel and unfair in his decisions. The fish don't dismiss you for crying in front of them. I was ready to die.

She took my place.

The one thing which the mine fire changed for me that I can't take anymore is the water. The fish don't come to me anymore. I throw pieces of bread, seeds, bits of sandwich on the lake and then... they sink. None of my friends come to eagerly push one another out of the way just to see me. They don't swirl in the water just beneath the surface, showing off how life can continue even when all seems lost. All is lost now. I leaned over the pier earlier today before writing this, looking to see if they were just out of sight. For a moment... I saw her. Anna. She smiled, then faded.

She's waiting for me.

Foxy

Congratulations, your life in sanctuary just got wayyyy foxier.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rk5jumlrLV8

Gasstation Notebook

In this forsaken town of Whispering Hills, I find solace amidst the fumes that rise from the fuel. The world around me crumbles, but the intoxicating scent keeps me drifting, floating on a haze of ethereal delight. A wretched existence, perhaps, but it serves as my refuge from the encroaching darkness.

As twilight descends upon this desolate land, hallucinations dance before my weary eyes. Ravens, black as night, perch upon the rusty signs, cawing their mournful laments. Their crooked beaks and penetrating gazes speak of a deeper knowledge, as if they hold the secrets of this damned place within their ebony feathers.

Shadow figures, elusive and sinister, slither in the corners of my vision. They whisper in twisted tongues, their voices merging with the wind's mournful howls. Are they specters born from the depths of my own fractured mind or denizens of this cursed realm? I know not, but their presence unsettles my very soul.

I find solace in the fumes that fill this forsaken gas station, for they transport me to realms beyond reality. The intoxication heightens my senses, blurring the line between waking and dreaming. It is through this haze that I glimpse fragments of forgotten truths, obscured by the fog that blankets this damned town.

In this state of altered perception, I commune with the spirits of Whispering Hills. They whisper secrets, fragments of ancient knowledge, into the recesses of my muddled mind. Their cryptic messages intertwine with the crackling of the flames, revealing glimpses of the town's unholy origins and the darkness that now engulfs it.

Yet, as I lose myself in this intoxicating fog, I wonder if I have become a captive of my own vices. Have I succumbed to the siren song of the fuel's embrace, blinding myself to the true horrors that surround me? Perhaps this refuge I seek is nothing more than an illusion, a delusion woven by the spectral hands that control this forsaken realm.

The lines between reality and hallucination blur with each passing day. I no longer know if the ravens and shadow figures are figments of my own twisted imagination or manifestations of the town's malevolent essence. But one thing remains clear: I am ensnared in its web, a prisoner of this damned existence.

Edgar

Gucci - Personal Notes

Feb 2

It's been a few weeks since I first stumbled upon the signs and incidents related to this cult. The more I dig, the more frustrated I become. It seems like my colleagues are brushing off my concerns, treating them as if they're mere figments of my imagination. But I know there's something sinister lurking beneath the surface. I can't shake the feeling that some of them are involved, maybe even part of the damn cult. How else can I explain their resistance to even discussing the matter?

Feb 13

Today at the morning briefing, I mentioned the cult again, trying to bring it to everyone's attention. I was met with eye rolls and snide remarks. They think I'm just chasing shadows, but I know what I've seen. The signs, the reports of child abuse - I can't ignore them. It's like I'm fighting an uphill battle, constantly met with skepticism and disbelief.

Mar 8

During a joint investigation with Detective Stevens, I decided to confide in him about my suspicions. Big mistake. He laughed it off, saying I've watched too many horror movies. It's infuriating. I thought I could trust him, but now I question his motives. What if he's just trying to throw me off the trail? I can't trust anyone anymore. I'll have to keep my investigations under wraps, solo!

May 14

Today, I was assigned to collaborate with Officer Thompson on a case related to the cult. It was a golden opportunity to gather more evidence and maybe convince a colleague to join my cause. But instead, Thompson intentionally withheld crucial information from me. It's like they're deliberately hindering my progress, obstructing the truth. They must be protecting their cult comrades. I won't back down. I'll find another way to expose them.

Aug 28

The frustration is eating away at me. I can't stand the indifference and apathy within the department anymore. I've decided to take matters into my own hands. Tonight, under the cover of darkness, I'll attempt to infiltrate the cult's secret meeting. I've managed to gather some information about their location. My goal is to rescue a small child who I suspect is in their possession. I can't allow them to continue their reign of terror unimpeded.

Hospital Note

I see you have found your way here. I am glad we will finally get to meet. It's been so quiet since everyone else left.

Sure we get some visitors.

But none so... Immaculate

Make your way to me.

I have a gift for you.

Hospital Note 2

I have to wonder what brought you here.

Was it just pure chance?

Was it for a chance to meet with me?

Was it this Shaun person?

Is that who you were looking for?

What about what we have together?

Does that mean nothing to you?

Hospital Note 3

I see the stairs are locked...

Goddamn orderlies...

Where could they possibly be keeping the key?

Have you checked their offices yet?

That seems to be where they always keep their secrets.

Hospital Note 4

You found it! Did you find anything else when searching for the key? You shouldn't always trust what the orderlies say.

They are liars. They are thieves. But I am not. You can trust me. You do trust me right?

Hospital Note 5

My room is locked. God. Why must they stop me from giving you your gift?

Perhaps you should check the nurse room on this floor.

That may be our best bet.

Go quickly, so that we can be united once again.

Hospital Note 6

This is my gift to you. I hope you enjoy it my love.

This will be my way of confessing to you.

Please take it, so that it may be proof of you accepting me.

Take it.

Take it!

Eat it!

Hospital Note 7

You didn't take it?

Why not?

Were you looking for something else?

Maybe a key that leads to your beloved Shaun?

Well, if you want it you will have to take it from me.

I am in the morgue.

I will wait for you.

Hospital Note 8

You denied my confession of love to you.

We were meant to be.

And you denied me that love.

You crush me, and my heart.

Incident Report

Incident Report - Dr. Kaufman

Patient Name: Samuel Boseman

Date: *illegible*

Patient got into an altercation with another patient and is being moved to solitary to avoid further altercations for now. When questioned on why he did it, the patient responded with "He insulted my love." Orderlies who witnessed the incident said that there was no interaction between the two prior to the altercation.

Incident Report 3

Incident report

Patient Name: Samuel Boseman

Date: *illegible*

Patient was saying something about being lost and alone. patient has begun to mutter things about being unlovable and that his true love abandoned him. Keep a close eye on patient in case of any depressive episodes.

Injuries

I am treating their wounds. How could this happen? Their eyes are burnt out and some black goo is dripping out of them constantly. They are in deep pain so I can only make this stop.

Injury Log

Whispering Hills Alchemilla Hospital

Blessed order of the divine Mother and followers.

May 1.

Subject: Claudia Wolf (8)

Injuries: Small scratches on the face. She says she fought with a cat.

May 2.

Subject: John Garvitch (7)

Injuries: Open wound on head. He says that he fell down the stairs while playing.

May 3.

Subject: Shaun of the Order (8)

Injuries: Deep cut on his left hand. He says Mr. Hund cut him because he did not want to eat his meal. Mr. Hund said he was playing with a knife and fell onto it. I need to report that to the Order.

May 4.

Subject: Claudia Wolf (8)

Inuries: Cut wounds on the arms and upper body. Cuts and bruises on the back. She was found in the basement by Mr. Rhine who told me she fell down the stairs and hit cleaning equipment. I will deliver her to the Alchemilla Hospital right away.

May 4.

Subject: Shaun of the Order (8)

Injuries: Self inflicted (?) cuts on the arms and neck. Delivered one hour after Claudia. The teachers are very upset and want me to bring him to the Alchemilla Hospital too. I will bring him there myself.

P.S. Someone hid the basement key so no one can enter. I strongly suggest you call the police before I do. Also, I demand to know what happens behind that green door!

Investigation Files - Bennet

Subject: Church Fire and Burned Child Incident

Summary of Incident:

Today, our town experienced a devastating event....the church fire. It was a scene of chaos and destruction. The flames engulfed the sacred place, leaving behind a charred shell of what once stood as a symbol of hope and solace. Amidst the turmoil, we discovered a child, their body severely burned, yet miraculously alive. It's a heart-wrenching sight, and their identity remains a mystery. This note captures my thoughts and actions during this unsettling incident.

Investigation Details:

As I arrived at the scene, a sinking feeling weighed heavy in my gut. It was evident that this fire wasn't an accident; it was deliberate. Multiple points of origin hinted at an act of arson. The magnitude of the destruction made it challenging to gather tangible evidence.

The sight of the burned child shook me to the core. It lay there, It fragile body marred by the flames. We rushed the child to Alchemilla Hospital, hoping against hope for their recovery. The child's identity remains unknown, no identification found, no leads from witnesses - it's as if it emerged from the shadows, a tragic mystery wrapped in burns and silence.

Gucci, my partner has vanished without a trace. He was determined to expose some sort of cult, and now he's gone... this can't be a coincidence. I can't help but think that his disappearance is connected to the fire and this child. Gucci's instincts were sharp, and his absence leaves a void in my fight against this darkness. I fear for his safety and the potential infiltration within our own ranks.

In light of the potential cult involvement, I made the decision to secure the church. I locked its doors, sealing away the remnants of the inferno. The key now rests in the depths of our holding facility, hidden from prying eyes. Until I can ensure the department's integrity, no one will unlock that door.

I reached out to the medical staff at Alchemilla Hospital, desperate for any news about the burned child. Every update, no matter how small, offers a glimmer of hope. I've taken it upon myself to dig deeper, to find the truth that eludes us. Gucci's disappearance is a haunting reminder that the cult's grip may extend far beyond our imagination. I will question those close to him, searching for any trace of their involvement.

Officer Bennet

Investigation Files - Gucci

Whispering Hills Police Department

Incident Description:

This report documents four separate cases related to the activities of a cult that has slowly been spreading its influence within the town. Each case involves different aspects of the cult's activities, including strange signs on houses, child abuse, chanting, and secret meetings. The following sections detail the investigation and actions taken for each case.

Case Number: CC-01

Date: Jan 4

Officer: T. Gucci

Case 1: Strange Signs on Houses

Investigation Details:

I received reports of strange symbols appearing on houses in various locations within the town. I visited each location and documented the symbols with accompanying photographs, which are attached as evidence exhibits A1-A3. These symbols were intricate, unfamiliar, and seemed to have occult connotations.

Action Taken:

1. Notified WHPD superiors of the situation and provided a detailed report.

2. Conducted interviews with residents in the vicinity to gather information about the origins and meanings of the symbols.

3. Initiated a search for known occult-related groups or individuals who may be associated with the symbols.

Recommendations:

1. Request assistance from specialized units, such as the Occult Crimes Investigation Unit from State HQ, to provide expertise in deciphering the symbols.

2. Increase patrols in the affected areas to deter further symbol placement.

3. Encourage citizens to report any sightings of individuals engaging in suspicious activities.

Case 2: Child Abuse

Investigation Details:

Reports have been received from authorities at Midwitch Elementary School, indicating potential cases of child abuse linked to the cult's activities. Disturbing behavior patterns have been observed among the affected children. However, the parents of these children have shown an unusual lack of concern or cooperation, raising suspicions of their involvement with the cult.

Action Taken:

1. Collaborated with school authorities to gather information about the observed behaviors and possible links to the cult.

2. Conducted interviews with school staff, including teachers, counselors, and administrators, to document their observations and concerns.

3. Initiated a covert investigation into the families of the affected children to determine any potential cult involvement.

Recommendations:

1. Continue monitoring the behavior of the children and maintain communication with school authorities to ensure their safety.

2. Seek court orders to conduct thorough investigations into the families' backgrounds, including obtaining search warrants for their residences.

3. Coordinate with child protection agencies and legal authorities to ensure appropriate action is taken to protect the children.

Case 3: Chanting

Investigation Details:

Witness statements and anonymous tips indicated that the cult regularly conducted secretive gatherings in remote locations, often characterized by eerie chanting. Attempts to locate and infiltrate these gatherings have been unsuccessful due to the cult's secretive nature and constant vigilance.

Action Taken:

1. Gathered witness statements and documented anonymous tips related to the cult's chanting rituals.

2. Increased patrols in remote areas during suspicious hours to deter and detect any cult-related activities.

3. Utilized surveillance techniques to identify potential meeting locations and gather evidence.

Recommendations:

1. Seek assistance from specialized units, such as the Special Operations Team, to conduct covert operations and gather intelligence on the cult's secret meetings.

2. Collaborate with intelligence agencies to identify potential cult members and gather information on their activities.

3. Encourage the community to report any suspicious noises or activities during late-night hours.

Case 4: Spread of Influence

Investigation Details:

The cult's influence appears to be spreading rapidly within the community, hindering investigations. Witnesses who initially came forward with information have since retracted their statements due to fear for their safety. The cult employs intimidation tactics and coercion to maintain control over its members and discourage law enforcement interference.

Action Taken:

1. Notified WHPD superiors about the cult's growing influence and the challenges faced during the investigation.

2. Collaborated with fellow officers, sharing information and pooling resources to address the cult's activities.

3. Liaised with local community organizations, religious leaders, and social workers to raise awareness and provide support to affected individuals.

Recommendations:

1. Allocate additional resources, including personnel and funds, to enhance investigation and surveillance efforts against the cult.

2. Conduct thorough background checks on individuals suspected of involvement in the cult.

3. Establish a task force dedicated to combating the cult's influence and coordinating efforts with neighboring law enforcement agencies.

Conclusion:

The cases documented in this report highlight the dangerous activities and influence of the cult within the town. It is crucial that immediate and concerted action be taken to safeguard the community and bring the cult members to justice. I will continue to provide updates and assist in the ongoing investigations.

Officer Gucci

[Badge Number: 6358]

Attachments:

Case 1: Evidence Exhibits A1-A3 (Photographs of symbols on houses)

Jacob's Note

Get me out of here.

...Where do you want to go?

Home.

...Home? This is your home. You're dead, Jacob.

Dead? No. I just hurt my back. I'm not dead.

...What are you, then?

I'm alive.

...Then what are you doing here?

I don't know. This isn't happening.

...What IS happening?

Get me out of here.

...There is no "out of here". You've been killed. Don't you remember?

Johnny alleyway notes

Sigh...i have no fucking idea if I should still be writing....so many people are gone now besides this dumb orderly crap. But I'm scared if I don't write I'm gonna vanish too. I found a crack in two buildings. Alleyway I guess? Construction sloppy cause nothing is used in space. Awkward to sleep here but at least nobody can fit here. Hopefully I can get to the apartments. Lisa let me stay there during late shifts. Hope she's ok. She was there after I slammed into a car from the roof. Fucked up my back but I can't stop now. I have to find her.

Johnny Radiostation notes

Today is day door lock. Station got shit walls.. it fine. Stupid shits broke window, no money. Had to board up. Found cool record, smooth singin, calm down, slept under desk. Hope stupid shits get run over. No money for repair. Found more record, raw, badassin, only thing to drown out stupid shits knocking on door. Asshole whined about the noise to sheriff. Joke on him, he break in, he gettin face full of buckshot.

Ok...I am doing fine today. Can actually write betta. The records I found in this dump are cool. Found cool revolutunairy war songs. Badass as fuck, didn't help me calm down the first night. Then I found this weird record in the ceiling. Made me scream cause it hit on my head. Scratched but playable. Had to record back to tape to fix skips, don't like skips, ruin song. who the fuck seriously leaves a record in the ceiling! Songs caaaaaaalm as hell douh. Listen to em to help me sleep on the couch. Maybe should air on radio station later. Another found in the dumpster...would people believe me if that dumpster empty? All that left was the record in blank sleeve. Best one to drown out door knocking from neighbors and sheriff and the dumb asshole brats. Threw a rock at asshole kid's head when parents weren't looking. Funny hah! Should've never broken my window JAAAACKAAAASS! Imma listen to that calming record now.

Johnny shack notes

Fog has been getting bad. First to vanish were asshole kids....nobody knows where they went. People thought I killed them. No. Just threw fucking rock at one of em. Not my fault...kid broke my window. Lets cold wind in. Lisa backed me up by giving me ally bye. Whaeva that mean. Said to tell people I was at hospital helping her all weekend. Good...alliebie? I hate this dumbass word. But...the others never believe me. Old buddy from mental hospital days, cool guy, brought me a plain cheeseburger with mayo for birthday when staff fed us soup. Hate soup. Remind me of wet slop....FUCKING NASTY SHIT!....where was I? Oh yeah, he told me about a shack in the backyards. Dude is alright cause he taught me how to make fires when Staff locked me outside during winter. Funny, nurse shouldn't of force fed me soup, she lost her car. Still...the fire at the shed make me scare. Too much open space, great for seeing threats, but the wildlife in these fucking woods are bizarre, saw a deer get burnt by hot liquid some monster spit up....poor bastard didn't deserve a slow death but no wanna get caught. Open space means less places to hide. Hear weird sounds, need to find better spot. Bye. I'll leave fire to distract!

Johnys Notes 1

Okay...managed to get away...Jesus, guy in...idk what. Was a new one, but he bashed down the door super fast! Can't be seen in streets again.

Johnys Notes 1

Ran out of space on last paper...dumb paper, assin paper, why tiny? ...wait what was I gonna say again? SHIT!

Johnys's Note 3

Something...something's

wrong...jumped..jumped out window..in

warehouse...Bleeding.

..head hurts...can't.....feel legs....can't see glass...gotta find first aid...legs numb...

Johnys's Note 4

sigh again? ...Slow slow death...very slow...alone...wake up...and suddenly in my old apartment...I'm fine but... weird lins on where I bled, don't know if somebody helped me again...like last time, but what the fuck took them?

Oh hey, lots of paper next to me..old notebook from school...great...hated school but fine, beats shitty paper scraps. ..I MISS MY HAND RADIO!

Johnys's Notes 4

Damn it! Old radio equipmet gone. Someone fukin wrecked my stuff! Only thing left is that stupid big clock AND WHY THE FUCK DOES IT TICK NOW!? I tried kicking the stupid piece of shit in. NOPE. still tickin! Why? Its been broken for years!

Hold up...I thought it was 4..ya know? In the afternoon? When I looked back, it said 12... told ya it was broken...can't even tell time right.

Okay, so I lucked out a little, heheh, found an old bottle of turkey whiskey I kept hidden in the floor boards. Had to.

Retards Landlord said "You can't have booze here." Fuck you old bitch, you don't own me, I do what the hell I want! Also, I think I spelled "equipmet," wrong...it's supposed to be spelled, "Equipment."...my way is better. Damn... Forgot I actually had a few hidden spots

then I stepped on a floor board that swung and hit me in my balls...cried for an hour cause that...whoa that did not feel good.

Clock is still weird...I hear it tick, keep looking back and..that tiny hand ya can barely see is broken. Don't know what ya call it.

so I call it, "Tiny hand". Great! Forgot what I was going on about. OOOOOOH! i REMEMBa! So the clock always changes when I look back...sometimes it doesn't but like duuuuude. This clokc fucking hates me

whaaaaaaa...forgot again, wow this whisky whisk whisk whisple whisk whisk is great! THE BURNING IS ETERNAL AND i WAN DO MORE!

...ow...head hurts now...don't know how long I was drinking but the whole bottle is gone...now I'm sad, that was good whiskey!

Aaaaah shit!...I think I pissed my pants, they're dried but..oh god...I can't open the windows.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh! Ok hand hurts...using left now, the handwriting here is so shit you can barely make it out So, partment ...leavin...can't get out.

Can't even read my own handwriting with left...left hand sucks balls, back to right, don't care if its hurtin, wanna read my writings

...anyway, can't open the door. Smell of piss from my stained pants sucks and the windows are jammed. Tried smashing them out, I think I broke something when I tried. Left hand is tingling, I punched that thing harder than I thought-okay seriously that clock's ticking is getting faster. I swear.

So...tried finding stuff in apartment, nothing good, old books, sister amanda's bible that I set on fire, beat my ass? Hah, I burn your fucking family bible

...and..well I found an old teddy bear ...can't remember why I have it, think someone gave it to me on my birthday

...seriously who the fuck gave me the bear? ...Ok, ok, off topic, so I slammed the clock on its side and forced it open. took me cramming a bunch of crap in it till the lock just snapped

And here's the kicker...there's nothing in the clock..like...no gears. I worked on clocks as a kid, there are supposed to be gears in there, especially with a damn clock this old! Okay seriously that ticking hasn't stopped and now I'mm not hearing shit, this thing is ticking twice the speed it should be. I tried cramming something in the clock hands to make it stop.

Didn't work, now my screwdriver is broken...I'm starting to lose it.

Used clock as battering ram against apartment door...that didn't work either, windows, nope, threw again windows? Strangely didn't work either. I can't take it. I just want this clock to fucking shut up. I don't care if I see anyone again and go nutty, I just want this FUCKING CLOCK TO STOP!

and WRITIN IN DUMB BOOK NOT HELLPIN!

List of Teachers

Whispering Hills

Midwitch Elementary School

Principal: S. Quinnston

Following up the list of teachers working at the elementary school.

T. Moore

L. Ranaldo (called in sick)

K. Gordon (special caretaker of the Promised Boy)

A. DeMarinis

S. Shelley

R. Edson (Missing, if you know his whereabouts please call Miss Quinnston)

J. O'Rourke

M. Ibold

B. Bert

J. Sclavunos

Special caretakers:

R. Ahsfield (Nurse)

L. Rhine (Janitor)

K. Hund (Cook) (Missing, if you know his whereabouts please call Miss Quinnston)

Lonley Mans Notes

Letter to Whomever Finds This Diary,

I hope this letter finds its way to someone who can hear my story, for my heart is heavy with the burden of what has transpired in this accursed town. My name is Daniel, and I once shared this place with my beloved wife, Emma, and our precious child. But that was before Whispering Hills fell into darkness, and the fog descended like a shroud over our lives.

Years ago, we lost our child, and our world crumbled. The child we adored was taken from us, and we were left with an empty home, echoing with the laughter that would never be heard again. And them, the fog came, as if it were a harbinger of doom. Our peaceful town transgformed into a nightmarish place, and strange shadows began to appear. They told us they were mere illusions, figments of the mimd, but it elt as if our child was reaching out to us from th eother side.

Emma, my dear wife, was the first to fall victim to the fog's cruel tricks. She began seeing him, our child, within the thick, gray haze. She spoke to him, laughed with him, and sang lullabies that once filled our home. It brought her some comfort, but it was a double-edged sword. As the days passed, she became consumed by this illusion, and I watched helplessly as it took hold of her.Her once-bright eyes lost their sparkle, and her face bore the weight of sorrow that should have belonged to our child.

She started disappearing for hours, seeking those elusive specters, desperately trying to reach her beloved boy. I tried to reason with her, to make her see that these phantoms were tricks of the fog, but her heart was too heavy with longing. The illusion had become her sanctuary, her escape from the torment of her loss.

One foggy morning, Emma stepped out of the door, believing her child awaited her. She left our home, and that wasd the ;ast time i saw her. I searched for her, called her name until my voice was hoarse, but the fog had swallowed her whole. The emptiness that now pervades our home is unbearable, for the love we once shared seems to have disappeared with her.

The world outside has transformed into a desolate waste;and, and we are mo ;longer nestled in the same Whispering Hills we once called home. Our home, once surrounded by trees and laughter, now teeters precariously by the edge of a colossal cliff, as if the very earth itself has crumbled away.

This letter may be my final testament, and I implore anyone who stumbles upon it to seek us in the neighboring town. The world as we knew it is unraveling, and it is uncertain whether we will ever return. Our once-happy family now feels like a distant memory, a tale of sorrow and longing.

With waning hope and an aching heart,

Daniel

Miners notes

Entry 1:

Date: 1 November

The world has taken a dark turn. As we descend into the mine each day, we can feel the weight of the changing times upon us. The once familiar landscape aboveground has transformed, engulfed in an eerie fog that seems to seep into our bones. We don't know what caused this, but it fills us with a sense of unease and foreboding.

Entry 2:

Date: 12 December

The fog has crept into the mine now, invading even our underground sanctuary. Its tendrils twist and curl through the tunnels, as if searching for something. It's hard to see clearly, and the air feels heavy with an otherworldly presence. We work with caution, our instincts on high alert.

Entry 3:

Date: 18 December

Strange things have been happening down here. We hear faint whispers echoing through the tunnels, voices that shouldn't exist. The sounds of distant footsteps fill the air, even when we know we are alone. Our nerves are frayed, and we can't help but look over our shoulders, expecting something to emerge from the shadows.

Entry 4:

Date: 6 January

It happened today. One of our own, poor Jack, began showing signs of a transformation. His skin turned pale, eyes hollowed, and his once steady hands now tremble uncontrollably. The transformation is both physical and mental, as his behavior becomes increasingly erratic and violent. We had to lock him up in the hut, for our safety as well as his own.

Entry 5:

Date: 21 January

Each passing day, the fog grows thicker, its grip on our reality tightening. The mine feels like a twisted maze, with shifting walls and unfamiliar paths. We've lost our sense of direction, relying on instinct and sheer luck to navigate our way. It's disorienting, and we fear what awaits us around each corner.

Entry 6:

Date: February

The fog has taken its toll on our spirits. We're exhausted, physically and mentally drained. It's hard to tell day from night anymore, as time seems to blur together in this perpetual haze. We yearn for sunlight, for fresh air that isn't tainted by the darkness that surrounds us.

Entry 7:

Date:

We cling to hope, though it flickers like a dying flame. We write these entries as a testament to our struggles and the changing world around us. We will continue to mine, to persevere, even in the face of this encroaching darkness. Together, we will forge a path to survive, to find a way back to the light.

Mission Log Dr. Ashfield

Day 934

Our experiments so far have left me both excited and dissatisfied. The fact that we managed to capture a few specimens to study them is an achievement in and of itself but it leaves me with more questions that answers. What exactly is the cause behind these mutations? What other abilities do these specimens possess? How do they reproduce? Do their abnormal regenerative properties also affect their immune system? Are they immune to poison, venom, viruses and pathogenic bacteria? Too many questions with too little at my disposal to answer. Many of the symptoms point to radiation effects but that's only on the surface. The case is far more complex than that. If only I had access to the most advanced technology available. The proper instruments, tools, and everything I need to conduct proper experiments. Unfortunately such investments are b eyond our reach. We could always send these samples to better equipped teams but I won't risk anyone taking credit for our hard work. We all need to give our best and make do with what we have. I would very much like to see how their organism would react when exposed to certain acids and toxins. For all I know we may be on our way to finding the cure for diseases and medical conditions that are still without an efficient means of being treated. Not to mention all the lives that could be saved in the ER. Imagine being able to prevent the death of someone with an otherwise lethal injury, internal bleeding or organ failure... I will need more live specimens, but for now I'll be using our latest deceased specimen to continue my work. Closely studying its brain might give me more clues on how to proceed further with our experiments. I wonder, though, if the mutation is a spontaneous occurence or the results of an ambitious scientist. My opinion is that it's man-made and I wonder if some notes or a personal journal could be still out there somewhere. But for now, that sample might be the answer. We MUST get to the apartments immediately.

Day 935

We finally made our way inside the apartment building. I was almost certain we will have to find some alternative way to get inside: through a window or one of the fire escape doors. Thankfully one of the main doors was unlocked and we got inside without issue. Considering how many of the doors around town are broken, locked or otherwise inaccessible, this was a very convenient turn of events. The building's structure and interiors are in a far better condition than I was expecting, which gives me hope that the sample might still be intact and usable. The problem is that neither of us know which of the rooms it's been left in, so we'll have to check every single one of the apartments. We'll start with the ones that are unlocked, from the first to the third floor. If we can't locate it, it means it's behind a jammed door and we'll just have to use brute force to getinside. Thankfully Markus agreed to carry a crowbar and a screwdriver in case we need them to break in. I told Carter and Thomas to be careful when moving around, especially inside the apartments themselves. The sample could be anywhere and we don't want to accidentally knock it over or step on it and risk spilling its contents all over the floor. I'm convinced it's the key to discovering the exact nature of these mutated specimens and their exceptional regenerative abilities.. If we are successful this could be a revolutionary event in the history of medicine and science a s awhole. A new era in human evolution from both a biological and societal point of view. We might have a serious problem, though. I've seen mold on some of the walls as well as what looks like bird and bat feces, which is never a good sign. I prohibited everyone from taking their masks off. No smoke breaks, no drinking, and no eating untiul we get our hands on the sample so we can finally get out of here. A case of histoplasmosis on my team is the last thing anyone needs. I know cases are rare and prevalent in only certain parts of the country, but I'm not taking any chances.

Day 1211

The air feels so good to breathe.

Day 1266

Did you know that a mind can suffocate? I didn't until recently. The ability for oxygen to reach the brain may be what you think of when I speak of it, but suffocation - like suffering - can involve so much more.

I kept them alive; the parts and pieces of their body critical for function. The top of your cranial cavity isn't a necessity, is it? I don't think so. It wasn't for them. A simple removal of the obstructions that are commonly known as the parietal and frontal lobes allows such a beautiful look at the mind. It has to be done carefully, and while the subject is still awake, with minor anesthetic to maintain consciousness in order to be successful. Stem the bleeding, keep them aware, ignore the pleas. That is where true scientific analysis rises above that which was previously possible - not with candid gentleness or the intentional infliction of pain but rather the complete indifference to a subject's state regardless of what is occuring. The experiments are the focus. The subject is a mere facet of the overall project.

My mind is clear. Their mind is exposed. A delicate balance.

Suffocation of the mind is induced via their overridng analysis of one's own situation, and the realization that one does not wish to continue maintaining a conscious state. It is to realize that your situation is so painful and horrifying that you'd rather keep yourself in a state of sleep than stay awake to process the slowly-intensifying situation over time. The subjects perform this in spades, suffocating their minds - not via removing or restricting the flow of oxygen but via over-analysis of suffering and realization of their sorry state coming to the conclusion that their pain can only end if they allow themselves to slip into a state which forbids such analytical thinking.

These subjects are no longer my own. They walk the bounds of this forbidden plane seeking for others to give them a final peace, taking any measures deemed necessary to tempt those unlike them into murderous intent. I've observed from on high, watching these animated creatures of death roam and attack those who are damned like me to this sky of ash. I've created a state between life and death, and though it was not my intention, it is still something I take pride in.

The cultists are wrong. There's no God here. Only pariahs unable to escape.

What a wonderful world.

Museum Janitor's Note 1

Mannequins: Dusted.

Windows: Cleaned.

Cases: Checked.

Floors: Mopped.

Carpets: Vacuumed.

Doors: Locked for night

Daily Notes: Mr. Avary is looking into having the place renovated. He says that it should be remodeled to bring in the "younger crowd" that we've been lacking. I know that the kids have trouble paying attention during the daytours that the shcool brings them on, but we oughta take more pride in our city. We've done so much here to curate for the next generation. If our kids don't respect the history, who's gonna be left to take care of this town once we're gone?

Museum Janitor's Note 2

Mannequins: Reclothed.

Windows: Washed off.

Cases: Washed off.

Floors: Mopped.

Carpets: Vacuumed.

Doors: Locked for night.

Daily Notes: The kids really did a number on us today. They were gonna just be a quick tour, but the substitute who brought them in couldn't keep control of them at all. They were trying on the mannequin's clothes, opening the cases and playing with the museum pieces, tracking mud all over the place - it was a complete mess... I came in at 8 tonight like usual to relieve Patrick, but he'd only gotten halfway through the workload. He's a good guy and he gave it his best shot, I know that. I just wish he'd been able to help get control of the kids if the teacher couldn't. We need to keep this town alive, and its memories.

Museum Janitor's Note 3

Mannequins: Dusted.

Windows: Cleaned.

Cases: Checked.

Floors: Mopped.

Carpets: Vacuumed.

Doors: Locked for night.

Daily Notes: I woke up at home earlier than usual when I heard all the fire trucks, but I was right back to sleep afterwards. When I came out of the house I found out about the mine catching fire, and though the air is all choked up with this ash there's still some visibility. I mean, I can't see too far, but the lights from the fire trucks still flash red and white off in the distance. Though I still can't see the trucks themselves. When I got here, Patrick seemed to be shaken up. He wouldn't tell me why, but his eyes kept darting towards the mannequins. When I asked him about it, he told me that his wife was expecting and gave me the keys. The last I saw of him was his plaid shirt as he walked down the street and off into the ash.

Museum Janitor's Note 4

Mannequins: Dusted.

Windows: Cleaned.

Cases: Checked.

Floors: Mopped.

Carpets: Vacuumed.

Doors: Locked until further notice.

Daily Notes: I waited all the way until 8:30 this morning before I finally had to lock the place up and go out to Mr. Avary's house. The ash is so thick I can only see maybe 10-20 feet away. When I got to his house to tell him that Patrick never showed up to relieve me, he just shrugged and asked me if I could stay over and keep the place clean. He told me that I could take some food over to the museum from my place, sleep on the couch in the employee area, and watch the TV there. He just wants someone to keep an eye on the place until this whole thing with the mine gets sorted out. I'm writing it here in case I need the record later, but he told me that he would continue paying me my hourly rate and an $800 bonus for doing this. Mr. Avary is a good man but I won't tolerate being cheated. I grabbed some food from my place and a few cans of pop, and brought them over in the wheeled cooler that Jeremy gave me for Father's Day last year. Time to enjoy some TV.

Museum Janitor's Note 5

Mannequins: Reclothed.

Windows: Cleaned.

Cases: Checked.

Floors: Mopped.

Carpets: Vacuumed.

Doors: Locked.

Daily Notes: The ash is getting thicker. I can only see the parked cars directly in front of our front door. Occasionally someone drives through. A utility truck with a yellow rotating light that spun across the windows, or a family vehicle piled with luggage headed out of town. TV reception is fuzzy compared to yesterday, but I can still watch a few channels on it. There was a solid documentary to watch about the Spanish-American War, but after that I kept falling in-and-out of sleep until I woke up to find that it was completely static. Some of the clothes slipped off the mannequins while I was out of it, but I've resecured them since. Hopefully the fires are put out by now, I can't see the fire engine lights im the distance anymore. Those are good men down by those fires. I hope they're okay.

Museum Janitor's Note 6

Mannequins: Dusted.

Windows: Cleaned.

Cases: Checked.

Floors: Mopped.

Carpets: Vacuumed.

Doors: Locked until further notice.

Daily Notes: I tried to go see Mr. Avary again today. The ash is so thick that I had to wear a baseball cap and glasses to keep it out of my eyes. I only got a few buildings down the street before a police car's lights started flashing and he stopped me. After he stepped out, I could see the officer was just a kid, probably only two years out of high school. He told me that I had to go back wherever I came from and stay inside, "for my own safety." When I started asking what he meant, he ignored me and yelled for me to go back or else I would be placed under arrest. He honestly seemed... scared. I'm not that intimidating of a man, or at least I don't thnk so, and I don't carry a gun. I've got no idea what startled him so much, but he was definitely shaken up by something. Before I could say anything more, he got back in his cruiser and drove off. The color of his lights faded into the ash with his cruiser, and I turned to go back to the museum. I swear that I heard something walking behind me the whole way back, but every time I looked there was no one there. Clearly my paranoia is getting the better of my common sense. Had to reset one of the mannequins that tipped over while I was gone. Mr. Avary needs to buy some new ones with more stability.

Museum Janitor's Note 7

Mannequins: Dusted (Kinda).

Windows: Cleaned (Kinda).

Cases: Wiped (Kinda).

Floors: Mopped (Kinda).

Carpets: Vacuumed (Kinda).

Doors: Locked (Kinda).

Daily Notes: It's been 3 full days since I last tried to go see Mr. Avary, and I swear if the man ever asks me to pull some overtime for him again I will quit on the spot. The ash has started to make going outside completely impossible I can barely see maybe a foot out the windows now it's somehow settling in the building too. There must be a breach in the roof somewhere. If you read this and wonder why I put down "kinda" for all my cleaning duties, it's the godforsaken ash. I spent almost an hour dusting the mannequins and vacuuming the floor, but it kicked so much dust and ash up I started coughing all over myself. And the mopping? Don't even get me started. You wanna know what happens when you mop a floor full of ash? It just turns to mud! Black disgusting mud. I gave up a while ago after finishing the first floor. The water and electricty have been working fine though, so at least I have that going for me. The TV has only 2 channels left: infomercials selling useless crap and a weird song channel. I think it might be some gospel music channel but the signal is a little too fuzzy for me to understand it. Once the mine fires are put out and I can get to Mr. Avary, I'm cashing my check and taking a nice long vacation.

Museum Janitor's Note 8

Mannequins: Not where I left them...

Windows: Sealed.

Cases: Locked.

Floors: Muddy

Carpets: Ruined

Doors: Locked.

Daily Notes: I made a plan rationing my food. I brought over that cooler of food on the first day of overtine. Good thing too, because the ash isn't letting up. I don't think I could make it 20 feet without choking out there, much less getting home to my car and then outta town. I should have run off when I had the chance. Should have grabbed my son and little Jeremy and left. But how could I have known the town would be... BURIED in this ash. I just wish I could go outside and breathe fresh air. It feels so tight in here now. I swear I'm starting to see things. It has to be cabin fever or something because I swear, I swear, I SWEAR, the mannequins are moving around out there. There's footsteps where I'm almost sure I never stepped. It's indented in the black mud that covers the floors now. I mean, maybe I did make them? It's been 4 days... or is it 5? I really need that vacation... Was the miner posed there before?

Museum Janitor's Note 9

Mannequins: FUCKING LOOSE

Windows: WINDOWS

Cases: BROKEN

Floors: A BLACK FUCKING QUAGMIRE

Carpets: SWAMPED

Doors: BARRICADED

Daily Notes: I knew it. I fucking knew it. The fucking mannequins are moving about while I fucking sleep. I heard it! The creaking floor boards and the sloshing mud. I was lying on the couch trying to sleep under a blanket of ash when I heard them. Step step step step step, stepping around the museum floor. At first I thought "Oh man I'm really losing it now" BUT I WASN'T! I WAS RIGHT! I peak around the corner and what do I see? Those fucking mannequins all standing around looking at me like I had just caught them in the middle of an incriminating act. And I fucking did! I grabbed every chair I could within reach of the door to the employee room and barricaded the door shut. They are stepping around out there again. I can hear it just barely over the muffled distant sirens and that constant static of the TV. I don't want to turn it off. I don't want to be alone here.

Museum Janitor's Note 10

Mannequins: Demons.

Windows: I don't know.

Cases: Broken open.

Floors: Mud.

Carpets: Mud.

Doors: Barricade: Breached

Daily Notes: They broke through last night. I was rummaging through the cooler for the last of my food when I heard their footsteps rush the door. The thud made my heart stop. I barely had time to look around. I just bolted under their grasp, falling over myself to get away from them. I managed to make it to the second floor and barricade myself by blocking the stairs. But I'm still trapped up here. The ash is still too thick outside to try and make a run for it. I'd just slowly choke to death out there. They're trying to build a way up to my hiding spot, and once they get to me... well that's not an option either. But I found a rope up here...

I don't know what's happened to Whispering Hills. This nightmare... it's not my own. I'll be able to get out finally. Away from the mannequins. The mud. The ash. I'm not sticking around anymore Mr. Avary. You owe me way too much over time.

Jeremy, if you ever find this note, remember that grandpa loves you.

Damn it all.

New Patient

Patient Report

Patient Name: Samuel Boseman

Date:

New patient arrived today. He seems different from the rest. He is rather calm in his demeanor. I wonder what could have caused him to be sent here to us.

Note From Brother Marcus

I found it! The pure one! After searching for almost a year in this bad dream they call the "Commonwealth", I heard rumor of a faction called "The Institute" and a Vault 111. With combined forces we could break in and get the Pure Baby.

Note about shaun

Have you seen that new boy? He was brought in by one of the Order guys. I don't like him....he is not one of us. Just like that other girl he will vanish.

Note about shaun answer

Yes I saw him. He is in the lower class. I don't know.... We have been going to this school for 20... or 40 years now and just recently so many new children have been brought in by the Order that I stopped caring.

Note from Hell

Only those free of attatchments may enter here. All that you carry has been placed in The Box of Redemption. Beware, for though what you seek lies beyond this entrance, it will not bring you solace.

Note from a child

I better hide in this room from now on... The Janitor almost caught me. I don't want to go back to the basement.

Note to Claudia

Thank you for your advice! I do not fear teachers! Shaun

Note to Dr. Kaufman

Dear Dr. Kaufman, I know you have a lot of problems of your own in our neighboring town, but there are things that you need to know. I just delivered my weekly Injury Report to the principal. She was very upset by what happened to the boy. The teachers who were reading my report worry more about The Boy than about Claudia. Something is wrong here, and I know exactly what it is. It is time to talk to the police when I come back from the hospital. I will send them to your new Nurse, Lisa, so she can take care of them. For now the Green Door Room stays closed and since the janitor seems to be sick no one can get in there for now.

Kind Regards,

R. Ashfield

Note to K. Gordon

Whispering Hills

Midwitch Elementary School

Dear Miss Gordon,

Today we are accepting a special young boy into our school and I would like to give you the opportunity to discipline him in your class. He comes directly from the Order. Take all force necessary to make him obedient as he is a wild rascal. The Order wants him to be a silent young boy and not a rebel. I have no idea what their plan is with him, but they say he is pure.

P.S. I saw some of the children petting some MONGREL MUTT outside. I will not allow this near my school! I had the dog taken to the pound; where it belongs. No such filthy animal will drag mud through my school!

Sincerely,

S. Quinnston

Note to K. Gordon

Dear Miss Gordon,

I know who stole your key. I bet it is the mean janitor! I saw him poking around your desk that day. He is a mean man and I bet he hid it in his room in the basement!

Note to K. Gordon

I think I am losing my mind.

I don't know when they will start evacuating people... The kids still have to come to school even though the smoke is all over town.

It's weird though. It's cold outside. Everyone seems to have gone to their homes. I'm just waiting for the call to evacuate but I feel like they never will. No... I feel something else. Like every day is the same.

I have the same dream every night as well. I'm looking down on the school. All I can see are my feet before I fall. When I hit the ground or the building, I wake up. Every morning is the same. I look at myself in the mirror and I feel older. But I don't look it. Not even a little.

I feel like I can remember every day that has passed, but it's all the same day!

I must be losing my mind.

I cut my finger yesterday. I

remember it perfectly, and yet

today it's gone as if it never happened.

And the smoke outside is so thick I can't even see the sun.

The night glows from the coal plant.

People are saying it could be an attack.

Hollow... I feel.. Hollow.

My bones

are ash

I'm

rotting

I'm...

Note to Shaun

The teachers are all evil and cruel, especially Miss Gordon! Try not to make them angry, or they will bring you to the teacher's room. When they want you to go into a room with a green door, RUN as fast as you can!

Note to brother Marcus

Dear Brother, Our highest council has concluded that the ungodliness needs to be used. The vessel is in good hands now, but the deliverer is missing. It shall be your task to gather a pure one. We know this sounds impossible, but you need to cross to the wastelandish dreamworld and try to find one. Our highest priests have opened a portal with the Seal of Ramiel.

The Order counts on you.

Nurse Note

Jackson! A patient vomited on me so I'm going to the linen room upstairs to wash myself.

If you can, keep an extra eye on my area for me since I am preoccupied. I owe ya one buddy. I'll buy you a beer after work.

Nurse Note

Today two children were brought into the hospital.

Claudia Wolf and Shaun of the Order. Claudia suffered severe injuries all over her body. The nurse who brought her in told me a story I am not sure I can believe yet. We stopped the bleeding and stitched the wounds up. Claudia seems to be in a state of shock. She didn't respond to pain at all. I remember her from pervious visits here. She always came in with bruises, but never anything this bad before.

Shaun, on the other hand, seems to care more about Claudia than his own wounds. He insists on staying with her, so we put them both in one room where they can recover.

Odd note

The access to the basement is through the roof. Let the purifying water drain you from your sins.

Officer Thompson - Notes

February 2

Officer Gucci is becoming a nuisance with his constant ranting about this supposed cult. It's all nonsense if you ask me. I'll have to find a way to discourage him and make him drop this obsession. Maybe I can convince the higher-ups that he's wasting department resources with his wild goose chase.

February 13

During the morning briefing, Gucci brought up the cult again. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I dismissed his concerns, making a snarky comment to lighten the mood. It's important to keep the rest of the team from taking him seriously. We can't afford to waste time and manpower on imaginary threats.

March 8

Today, Gucci tried to confide in me about his suspicions. I played it off as a joke, making him feel foolish for even considering such nonsense. I can tell he's frustrated, but it's for his own good. I'm protecting him from himself. There's no need for him to dig deeper into this imaginary cult. It's a dead end, and I won't let him drag me down with him.

May 14

Assigned to work with Gucci on a cult-related case today. Perfect opportunity to undermine his progress and make him doubt himself even more. I intentionally withheld vital information from him, claiming it was an oversight. He doesn't suspect a thing. I'll make sure his investigation hits a dead end. This will be a lesson for him to focus on real police work.

June 3

Gucci's determination is becoming more evident. He's not giving up, and it's starting to worry me. I have to step up my game and find new ways to hinder his progress. I'll continue to feed him false leads and provide misleading information. He needs to understand that his pursuit of this cult is pointless. I won't let him tarnish the reputation of our department with his wild theories.

Paintings of the Doomed

Dear sister. We finished the paintings you asked for. I know your hate for this man and what he did. I just hope it does not affect your faith. We all chose you to be our shepherd to lead us to the promised lands, after all. The Ritual has to work, unbiased of your past. So we trust you will choose the sacrifices wisely.

Picture description clockwise upper floor:

1. The Holy Mother

2. The forbidden Father

3. The forbidden Child

4. The forbidden Mother

5. The Shepherd

6. The Sacrifice

7. The Judgement

8. The Judge

Pictures Church:

The Three Sacrifices

Alyssa, Leonard, Johnathan

We all know what is at stake here. We need all three of them for our Ritual to work out.

Parents Notebook

October 5th

Inoticed our dear Timmy was missing. He wasn't in his room, and his toys were scattered on the floor.

I called out his name, but there was no reply. The fog outside had thickened, casting an eerie shadow over our town. I ventured into the fog, calling desperately for my him, but there was only silence.

I rushed to our neighbors' houses, but they were all empty, as if everyone had vanished. I returned home, my heart aching with dread, but there was no sign of Timmy.

in the fog, I thought I glimpsed him out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked closer, he was gone. I've searched for hours, but there's no trace of him.

October 6th

Another day has passed without finding our precious Timmy. Last night, I barely slept, haunted by thoughts of him alone in this eerie fog. The fog persists, thick and suffocating, making the search even more challenging. Today, I ventured deeper into the fog, calling his name until my voice was hoarse, but there was no response.

I thought I saw a glimpse of Timmy out of the corner of my eye once more, but he disappeared like a ghost. This fog plays cruel tricks on my emotions.

October 7th

Our search for Timmy continues and each passing day feels like an eternity. Today was filled with dread and fear as I ventured further into the fog-shrouded woods. As I walked deeper into the forest i felt a presence, something unnatural. I saw a shadowy figure moving among the trees, something monstrous and terrifying. My heart raced as I turned and fled, the creature following me for a time before vanishing back into the mist. I returned home, trembling with fear, but there was still no sign of Timmy. I don't know how much longer I can endure this

October 8th

Another day has gone by, and Timmy is still missing. Lines are still dead too... What happend to this tow? Yesterday as I ventured into the fog i thought I glimpsed him again, but he slipped away before I could reach him. Today, as i continued my search, i noticed something even more unsettling. The fog has taken my husband as well. He's vanished, leaving me alone in this errie, empty town. I don't know how much more of this I can take. The loneliness and fear are unbearbale. Please let us be reunited soon.

October 9th

Another night of terror has passed. The fog outside has turned into a thick, hellish abyss. I thought I saw glimpses of Timmy once more, but he vanished before I could reach him. Monsters now roam the streets, and the town is a nightmare. They lurk in the shadows, their twisted forms haunting my every step. It's a living nightmare. I hid in our home, trembling with fear, as the fog outside became suffocating. I can't bear the thought of Timmy being out there alone in this darkness. My heart aches.... I don't know how much longer I can endure this. Please, let this nightmare end soon.

Dear Diary,

Today, something incredible happened. I was at the brink of despair when there was a knock on our door. As I opened it, a girl named Alyssa stood there. She said she found Timmy and my Husband and that they were safe. Tears of relief filled my eyes. Alyssa has given me hope... She told me to follow her when she is back in one hour, and I will... soon we are united again.

Patient Report

The coal fire at the plant has brought in a lot of burn victims. We cannot care for all of them so we need to make decisions. Therefore, I advise that those who are least likely to make it due to their heavy burns should brought down to the morgue. One nurse should be enough to take care of them. Her only job will be to administer enough sedatives to keep the patients silent. Time will do the rest. If someone is still alive after three days, a doctor shall decide if we shall take care of them or leave the patient in the morgue.

Dr. Kaufman

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Poem

I wander darkness infinite,

No light shines here to guide my feet.

The paths I've walked have vanished quite,

No landmarks remain for me to greet.

I've lost all sense of space and time,

No clock can keep this endless chime.

The stars that once did aid my climb

Now blur into a shapeless rhyme.

The realm I sought does not exist,

My mind begins to lose its list.

The things I knew now fade amiss,

Replaced by voids I cannot resist.

O traveler who seeks the new,

Beware the paths that lead to few.

Infinity will swallow you,

So tread with care the things you pursue.

Stay close to where your journey started,

Lest you become forever parted

From all you knew and held most sacred-

The void consumes the overbrave hearted.

So turn back now while still you can,

Rejoin the world of living man.

Avoid the fate of endless ban,

Lest you become the lost you scan.

Poem Attic

The fog rolls in, a billowing shroud,

Covering the sins of the crowd.

Dark shadows dance in the veiling mist,

As twisted creatures emerge, coiled and hissed.

The empty streets hold memories,

Echoes of past tragedies.

Behind each door, terrors await,

Judgment for sins, retribution and fate.

The air raid sirens wail their warning,

There's no escaping this place in the morning.

The Otherworld comes, a hell all around,

In the foggy town, not a soul to be found.

The past still haunts this place,

There are nightmares you can't erase.

In the foggy town, truth will be found,

If you dare to look, beneath the ground.

The fog may lift, the sun may rise,

But in your mind, the horror lies.

The foggy town, a world left behind,

Still lingers there, in your mind.

Poltergeists

Chapter 3:

"Manifestation of Delusions"

...Poltergeists are among these. Negative emotions, like fear, worry, or stress manifest into external energy with physical effects. Nightmares have, in some cases, been shown to trigger them. However, such phenomena do not appear to happen to just anyone. Although it's not clear why, adolescents, especially girls, are prone to such occurences.

Radio Station - Murdoch

Today was a game-changer, folks. A person from the local church reached out to me, making big promises of power and success if I joined their crew. I gotta admit, their words played with my desires and got me hooked. So, I made a tough call—I became one of them. Now, I'm on a mission to bring my employees on board and spread our beliefs through our radio station.

But let me tell ya, my employees, especially that local radio host, are being stubborn. They won't cooperate and stick to their guns about truth and integrity. It's a hurdle, but I ain't gonna let it stop me.

I've learned that subtlety and manipulation are the name of the game here. Gotta be smart about it, usin' persuasion and clever tactics to bring 'em over to our side. It won't be a cakewalk, 'cause they're loyal to their own principles. But mark my words, I'm gonna succeed in gettin' 'em aligned with our cause.

In the days ahead, I'll be usin' different strategies to sway my employees. From havin' one-on-one talks to group discussions, it's gonna be a delicate dance. But let me tell ya, with my patience and smarts, I'm confident I can get 'em on board with our vision.

Blessed be the holy Mother

CEO - Murdoch

Radio station Letter

Hey Abby,

I need to get something off my chest, something that's been weighing heavily on my mind lately. I can't help but be fucking pissed off about what's going on with that asshole Murdoch, (our CEO at the radio station). The guy's gone completely bonkers, and it's seriously starting to piss me off.

Listen, girl, he's been acting like a goddamn lunatic, going all cray-cray with this weird-ass religious bullshit. He's been shoving it down our throats, trying to force us to drink the Kool-Aid. Can you believe that shit? Our radio station, once a place of inclusivity and diversity, is slowly turning into a fucking cult gathering.

I've had enough of his sanctimonious bullshit. I've tried talking to him, telling him that this new direction is a load of crap, but he's as stubborn as a mule. He's blind to the fact that he's alienating our listeners and turning our once warm-hearted station into a goddamn dumpster fire.

I miss the old days, when we could play whatever music we wanted, interview whoever the fuck we pleased, and provide a platform for diverse voices. Now, it feels like we're trapped in Murdoch's twisted fantasy, forced to regurgitate his warped beliefs on air. It makes my blood boil, babe.

But listen, I won't let this slide. I'm rallying the troops, gathering my fellow colleagues who are equally pissed off. We're gonna fight this bullshit, tooth and nail. We won't let Murdoch's religious delusions ruin what we've built together. We're gonna protect the integrity of our station, come hell or high water.

I just had to get this off my chest, girl. It's been eating away at me, and I knew you'd understand. We've always had each other's backs, through thick and thin. So, please, send me your positive vibes, your fiery spirit, 'cause we're gonna need all the help we can get to kick Murdoch's sorry ass out of our radio station.

Take care, my badass friend. I'll keep you updated on our battle against this religious madness. Stay strong and keep fighting the good fight, just like I know you will.

Yours angrily and fiercely

Rowan

Radio station Protest note

Yo Murdoch,

I hope this letter reaches you, but honestly, I doubt it will make any damn difference. What the fuck do you think you're doing, man? You've turned our once amazing radio station into a circus of religious bullshit, and it's pissing me off to no end.

You used to be a decent CEO, someone who understood the importance of inclusivity and diversity. But now, you're acting like a delusional cult leader, trying to brainwash us with your twisted beliefs. Well, I've got news for you, buddy. We won't stand for it.

Our radio station used to be a haven for free expression, a place where diverse voices could be heard. But now, it feels like you're trying to force-feed us your religious crap. We didn't sign up for this. We signed up to entertain, to inform, and to provide a platform for people from all walks of life. Not to be pawns in your sick game.

I've tried talking to you, expressing my concerns and pleading with you to see reason. But it's like you've lost touch with reality, man. You're blind to the fact that you're destroying everything we've worked so hard to build. Our listeners deserve better. We deserve better!!!

So, here's my protest, Murdoch. I refuse to be a puppet in your religious circus. I won't spread your twisted agenda, no matter how much you try to force it down our throats. I'll fight tooth and nail to protect the integrity of our radio station, to preserve the voice we once had.

You may have the title of CEO, but you've lost touch with what truly matters. You've forgotten that it's the people, the listeners, and the talent that make this station great, not your goddamn religious beliefs. It's time for you to wake the fuck up and listen to reason.

Consider this my line in the sand, Murdoch. I won't back down. And I won't let you destroy what we've built. So, either get your shit together and return to sanity, or be prepared to face the consequences.

Resident Note

I hear them tapping... Tapping... Tapping... Scratching in the walls... scratch... scratch... scratch... ever since the screaming stopped, now coughing and hacking, trying to get out... smoke so thick I can't even see, windows painted shut... it's getting hard to breath...

Resident Note

Daddy didn't come home last night. Now mommy is sad...The clouds are outside now and mommy is mad at me. Was it my fault? Mommy was crying again, and the clouds were crying back. Mommy hit me again...Now the clouds are at our window... are the clouds going to take mommy to go see daddy?

Resident Notebook

Day 1

We're all scared about the fire, especially since the smoke has already started reaching us. Hopefully we won't be in danger of asphyxiating, otherwise we're gonna have to pack up and move away. Where to, I don't know. Maybe my uncle up in Brahms let let us stay with him for a while. Mary, if you're reading this, it means things are worse than I thought and I already left. Meet me at my uncle's house. If you don't remember where it is give me a call when you arrive at the bus station and I'll come to pick you up.

Day 2

The whole building is in a ruckus. I heard screams and loud noises as everyone started panicking. The smoke is coming closer and closer. I'll pack up some essentials and leave in the morning. Mary, where the hell are you? Just come to Brahms. I'm picking up your things too so don't waste time looking for this -- just lock the door behind you and come to us. I left you 50 bucks if you don't have money on you. That should be enough for the bus ticket and whatever else you might need. Don't spend them on cigarettes or drinks! People are dying here so get your priorities straight.

Day 3

The goddamn door won't open. No matter how hard I pull on it, it just won't budge. It's like it was nailed shut. I tried exiting through the window but the smoke almost choked me out on the spot. The phone is dead and I can't even call for emergencies. It's quiet... Am I the only one left here?! Mary, where the hell are you?

Day 4

I'm running low on food. I can barely sleep but when I do manage to get some rest I get woken up by banging on the wall. It must be Steve. He's probably trapped, just like I am. I banged on the walls too and called out to him but I got no answer, except when I fall asleep. Then I can hear it again...Mary, you must be dead...I can't imagine any other reasonn why you haven't come back home yet.

Day 5

So hungry... So very, very hungry. I have nothing else to eat. I tried opening the window again but the heat and smoke are deadly. I also heard noises again. Now they are coming from upstairs too. They are getting louder and more frequent. I tried calling out again but, as usual, no response. Maybe the building is collapsing. I'm going to die here, aren't I? Might as well just put a gun to my head in that case. It would be better than burning alive or choking tom death.

Day 6

They are laughing at me...They know I'm trapped in here and are mocking my despair. The wall banging wasn't a cry for help. they're taunts. I always knew [Neighbors names] were assholes. Mary, they're the ones who killed you... I know it... Joke's on them now. I still have my handgun. I'll make them pay for all they've done. I'll break the door down and shoot them all. That will teach them! It's only a matter of time...

Samuel Note

If I can't have you, no one can!

Science Mission Log 1

I never really was a diary or journal type of guy but I figured I'd start writing some stuff down. I mean, what else can I do in these godforsaken apartments. It's been a few days, or so it seems, since Professor Ashfield roped us into this little "expedition." We were told that we're looking for "something" but we were really never given the specifics of the whole ordeal. Honestly speaking, I was getting bad vibes ever since the start. Our little group found ourselves searching around this seemingly innocent apartment complex, but something just felt off. The interior itself appeared normal yet I couldn't shake off this disturbing uncanny aura it gave. To make matters even worse, we were shrouded by the oppressive, seemingly endless darkness of the night. As a man of science myself, the occult was something I was highly skeptical of, but the environment I was in couldn't be described by any other word than supernatural. I just pray that whatever God exists out there can help me move on from this experience.

Prof. Isaiah Martin

Science Mission Log 2 He stole it!! That crazy guy in Apartment 302 shot me right in the chest with his shotgun and stole the Isotope! This is my end. Everyone in this building is slowly going insane. No one is here to help and we have been stuck in this otherworldly place for months. Time has no meaning here...maybe death doesn't either?

Scientist Log

The mutations appear to be increasing in number, but we haven't observed anything resembling mating or budding from any of the subjects we've studied, making even the most basic theories of production and reproduction rather unreliable. Edward says that we need to take in more subjects for study, but without being able to determine the hunting patterns of the mutations or their daily routines, to say that it'd be a rather difficult task is to say that climbing Mount Everest would be a meager challenge. Without the proper equipment it'd be incredibly dangerous attempting to capture one - to say nothing of the fact that I'm not sure which of the three of us would be willing to try catching one in the first place.

Isaiah suggested that to remedy this lack of compatible data we should try to use the tracker gun meant for local wildlife on one of the mutations and observe on the Pip-Boy where exactly they go, but I strongly railed against it. We cannot be entirely certain that once we fire the gun they won't hear it and come straight for us, nor can we be entirely certain that the Pip-Boys we wear will have enough reception from inside this building's concrete walls to properly observe the mutations' movements. Yet, Eddie seems to believe that it's our best chance to study them further and to develop a catch-and-release system. We'll make our arguments tonight around the lab table, and I have to hope that I can change one of their minds.

That aside, the regenerative properties of the mutations which we do have are fascinating to say the least. No matter what damage is done to the body it seems that the nervous system is either indifferent or otherwise unaffected entirely by the damage inflicted by our instruments, and the overall survival of the system in unaffected. As strange as it is to say, this does make more sense considering how we observe the damage done by their mutating over time, as what should be a lethal or at least a disabling contortion of the muscles and skeletal structure into these disturbing configurations seems to not affect them at all. It does not, however, explain why these mutations are occurring in the first place.

In any case, with our current subjects expired following decapitation and our currently-lacking ability to find new ones proving to be a consistent problem, this research will be at best slowed and at worst completely halted.

Now, to shut down these screens. My eyes ache from the consistent green light and I don't remember when I've last eaten. I have to hope that our provisions hold out. Markus Rheinolds

Security advisory

In the pursuit of unraveling the mysteries that shroud this dimension, a significant breakthrough has been achieved in the containment and study of the possessed child's belongings to the entity known as Alyssa. These shoes, scarf and gloves bearing witness to the child's presence within the hellish realm, have displayed anomalous and volatile properties that necessitate careful handling and confinement.

The containment procedure involves the utilization of a specialized containment device for each artifact, designed to harness and mitigate the unpredictable manifestations of energy and matter. As the artifacts began to leak rust and generate barbed wire-like structures, it became imperative to confine their influence within a controlled environment.

The containment device, constructed with reinforced alloys and energy-dissipating materials, is equipped with an emergency release mechanism. The release button should only be engaged in cases of energy overload emergencies, wherein the artifact threaten to breach the containment. It is essential to exercise extreme caution when operating the release button, as a premature release may lead to unforeseen consequences and potentially amplify the chaotic energies that permeate this dimension.

Furthermore, it is of utmost importance to adhere to the principle of isolation -- under no circumstances should all three containment units be released simultaneously. Such an action could potentially result in an uncontrollable cascade of energies, exacerbating the already precarious state of the dimension and endangering all within its grasp.

Continued research into the possessed artifacts and their connection to this Dimension remains a priority.

Sewers Note

October 23.

Today we heard some kind of explosion from above. We were notified that there is a coal mine fire going on ans that it could spread into the sewers as well. We have to be careful!

October 24.

It seems the coal dust leaked into the sewers. The water is slowly turning from a muddy brown to a dark black.

October 26.

The air is starting to smell bitter. We are used to a lot of smells down here, but this bitter smell stenches the nose badly.

November 3.

One of your coworkers slipped and fell into the black sewage. He instantly screamed and scratched his eyes so we delivered him to the Alchemilla Hospital. Whatever is filling this sewage turns it into a black gooish substance that seems to be highly acidic. I ordered everyone to be watch their step and wear extra protection.

November 11.

We cannot breathe anymore

the air turned acid

cannot leave here

must stay

air heals

Strange bear note

Something changed! Normally when I wake up my teddy is always on my shelf no matter where I put him the day before. But today he is sitting on the end of my bed.

Strange bear note

Something changed for me too! Remember how that knife always sticks inside my bear's back each morning? Today it was in his eye!

Strange Note

The Ritual failed ! The ungodliness was not bound!

Supermarket Notebook

It's been a complete nightmare, journal. The world outside has turned into a twisted fog-filled hellscape, and our once bustling supermarket is now a ghost town. The customers have dwindled to a mere trickle, disappearing into the fog as if they were never here. It's a haunting sight that sends shivers down my spine.

To add to my troubles, that butcher upstairs has lost his damn mind. The smell of blood and rot permeates the air, and I can hear his deranged laughter echoing through the building. It's as if he's reveling in this chaos, feasting on the madness that has gripped our town.

Trying to keep this supermarket running has become an uphill battle. The shelves grow emptier by the day, and suppliers are becoming increasingly unreliable. It's a struggle to procure fresh produce and essential items for our dwindling customer base. The fear and uncertainty in the air make it difficult for anyone to focus on their work.

The butcher's presence upstairs is a constant reminder of the darkness that has taken hold. I can hear his sharp tools slicing through flesh, and the sickening thud of meat hitting the chopping block. It's enough to turn my stomach, but I have to keep a level head and ensure the safety of my employees.

Speaking of which, some of my staff have started to show signs of unease and paranoia. The fog's influence is seeping into their minds, making them question their own sanity. It's a delicate balancing act to keep them motivated and focused on their tasks. I try my best to provide a supportive environment, but the ever-present fog erodes our sense of normalcy.

Every day feels like a battle, both against the dwindling supplies and the encroaching madness. I find solace in the small victories, like managing to restock a shelf or keeping my team's spirits up. But deep down, I wonder how long we can hold on before the darkness consumes us all.

Suspicious child note

I am hiding here so he can't find me. Maybe school is over soon and no one will miss me so I can sneak home.

The Dreamworld

Dear Brother or Sister of the Order, Welcome to the Dreamworld. Please prepare to dive through the hole and work yourself upwards to the excavation site to get to the surface. Always remember. These lost souls believe they survived a nuclear war and are being terrorized by Robots they call "Synth". Some of them even believe they can slow down time with something called "VATS" or pray to a false god that basically is nothing more than a Bomb. You will face many temptations, but they shall not become part of you under any circumstance!

Always remember your mission: Find the pure children and bring them to us.

P.S. Put all your belonging into the box. The Seal of Passage will drag everything that belongs to the dreamworld back to it.

The Dreamworld

Dear Brother or Sister of the Order, You are about to enter the dreamworld they call the "Commonwealth" through this gate. Please be aware that nothing you carry can enter or leave the dreamworld unless you have the Seal. Right now it is missing as we lost track of one of our brothers carrying it. All of your possesions will be stored in the locker behind you. IMPORTANT We prepared some clothes for when you return from the Dreamworld. You can find them in the lockersw behind you as well. May your trip be guided by the divine mother and may she keep the ungodliness away from you.

The forbidden Ritual

There once was a forbidden child everyone hated. She was born as a bastard from the unholy unification of the forbidden Father and the forbidden Mother. As the time of the ritual got closer, the Judge had to make a decision. So the Judge asked the Shephard for advice. The wise Shephard chose the sacrifice so the final judgement could be made for the sake of the Holy Mother.

Tourist Brochure

Whispering Hills - Unveil the Secrets of Serenity

Nestled in the heart of picturesque countryside, Whispering Hills is a tranquil haven that invites you to explore the beauty and mysteries of nature. With its rolling landscapes, serene meadows, and an enchanting Church perched atop a northern hill, this charming town offers a myriad of unforgettable sightseeing experiences.

The Church on the Hill: A Glimpse into History

At the crown of Whispering Hills stands the ethereal Church of St. Seraphina, an architectural masterpiece that has graced the town for centuries. Positioned on the highest point of the town, this splendid chirch not only serves as a symbol of unwavering faith but also offers panoramic views of the entire town and its surroundings.

With its elegant Gothic architecture and ornate stained glass windows, the Church of St. Seraphina is not just a place of worship but a testament to the town's rich history. Visitors are welcomed to step inside and immerse themselves in the quiet beauty of the church's interior, which is adorned with ancient frescoes, hallowed silence, and a sense of serenity that seems to have seeped into its very walls.

Climb the stone steps that lead to the church's entrance, and you'll be greeted with breathtaking vistas that stretch as far as the eye can see. From here, you can watch as the sun paints the town and its surroundings in warm, golden hues at sunset, casting a tranquil spell that seems to whisper secretsof serenity to all who visit.

Exploring Whispering Hills

Beyond the Church of St. Seraphina, Whispering Hills offers a myriad of sightseeing opportunities. Wander along winding forest trails that lead to hidden glens where wildflowers bloom, or spend a leisurely afternoon by the serene Whispering Lake, where you can fish, boat, or simply bask in the tranquility of the water's edge.

Hikers and outdoor enthusiasts will revel in the many trails that crisscross the hills, offering breathtaking views of the town, its lush valleys, and the distant, rolling hills. As you hike, listen closely to the breeze as it rustles through the trees, and you might just catch a hint of the town's fabled whispers, which are said to be carried by the wind itself.

Whispering Hills is a place where time seems to slow down, and the beauty of the natural world meets the spirituality of a historic church. Come and immerse yourself in the serenity and enchantment of this hidden gem, where the whispers of nature and histroy beckon you to exolore and find your own sense of peace.

Tunnel Rat Logbook

Saturday October 2

Work was shit today. Another tunnel collapsed and more of my mates were swallowed up. There's been more and more accidents down in the mines recently. Now all that's left of the old Tunnel Rats is me, Evan and Gregor. Good men them. Never anyone better at navigating the dark than us. It' how we the name to begin with. I noticed more and more people taking notes and writing journals wih all the weird stuff going on in town lately, so I figured I'd write something to remember the men who died and keep track of the strange things happening. Gregor wanted to talk to me later so I guess I'll sign off for now. Wednesday October 6

More stuff's been happening in the mines. Evan has been complaining about losing tools or finding tools where he didn't put them, which is strange since that boy is meticulous about keeping his stuff organized while he works. Gregor says he thinks he's seeing things down in the deeper levels. Normally we wear reflectors to recognize each other, but he's mentioned shapes darting in and out of the side tunnels and saw not even so much as a glint off them. It's like their bodies are solid shadows he says. I say he needs a new air filter. We've been down in those tunnels for years and there's never been any talk of men or momsters lurking in the dark, though I must admit...Something's been feeling a bit off down there.

Friday October 15

Gregor has been pacing around his apartmnet at night lately. Something got him spooked bad. More of his shadow men down in the dark probably. I shouldn't joke though. Something clearly has him in a bad way. Evan isn't as bad off but he's clearly getting more and more anxious the deeper we get. I've noticed him getting real jittery down near the bottom, but he seems to bounce right back as soon as we get back top side. Though something scared him bad enough that he dropped his favorite pick running back to the lift. And when I went to grab it for him, I could have sworn I heard something shuffling back into the tunnel.

Saturday October 16

I saw one! I fucking SAW ONE! This tall shapeless... Thing... Was just hunched over staring at me and Gregor. I don't know how long it was sitting there but when I cast my light over it, it hissed at me and ran off. Gregor must've snapped or something because he spat some profanity and took off after it and now nobody can find him. I hope he didn't go and do something stupid and get himself hurt... I should've went after him... I Should have stopped him...

Friday October 22

We made a mistake... Evan and I... we went back to look for Gregor... I took him down to where we saw that creature and followed the tunnel back and it just kept going, twisting and turning... stretching on and on. It didn't feel real, like trying to walk in a dreama and putting so much effort into each step only to realize you barely went anywhere. We know these tunnels like the backs of our hands so this really didn't make any sense. After a while it seemed like the shadows were starting to move around us. Vague symbols were scratched on the walls. Shit I had never seen before and then... blood... all over the walls. Evan started screaming and we both took off back the way we had come. When we got back to the entrance we realized there were more people running with us, and then we smelled the smoke. Looking back we saw huge plumes of black clouds billowing out like the breath of a demon. When we got back to the apartments Evan said he hadn't been paying attention to the blood... But the chunks of meat strung across the rocks... What used to be poor Gregor...

Saturday October 23

The ash is coming down in sheets like a blizzard. My chest has been burning. I must have inhaled more of that smoke than I realized. Evan hasn't left his apartment since we found Gregor. I've been hearing the poor kid screaming in his sleep. Screaming about how his flesh is searing off his bones. That Gregor is calling him back. Back to the caves... Back to the flames...

Sunday October 31

His screams were the loudest they'd been last night. They found him... they took him... and it went quiet... now Gregor is visiting me at night.

death note

He is alive! How can he be alive? I smashed his head yesterday with my rocket cu's he stole my Teddy, and he was dead bleeding on the ground. Now he is back without a scratch!

to Claudia

Claudia, I can not forgive what they did to you! I will make them pay, and they shall burn in hell! Miss Ashfield is with me, and she told me she will hide the key to the room with the green door in the Infirmary. I will not leave you alone in that hospital!