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I am still writting it, just taking a break to play video games and jerk off alot write more newsy stuff. I'll throw up some of the newer stuff I've done eventually, Untill then enjoy the stream of badly written nonsense!
My name is Franklin Page 2
We came to the stairwell. A quick look at it and Jay decided we had taken some wrong turn somewhere and turned back to find more stairs. Our search was in vein though, this was the only staircase in the building. I remember thinking I should turn back, I remember thinking how unusual and off the whole idea was. Jay began to descend before I was able to voice my fears. It sounds childish writing it but the very sight of a large multi-storey building with only stairs leading down is an image that stands out to me as the most obvious warning sign of my folly.
The basement (I suppose you could call it that) consisted of 4 stories, 3 of which I never got a chance to see. The floor we started on was the bottom one, Jay mentioned this is how he explores, work your way down. I suppose the logic is sound, end where you started.
The floor was peculiar only in its size. It seemed to go on forever, cubicles and break rooms and boardrooms seemed to stretch into infinity. Doubtless this is a product of an over excited mind and a foggy memory but at the time I could have sworn the building was impossibly large.
The worst part of this was that, despite how big it felt, on a personal level it was very very small. Jay and I struggled to fit through the spaces between cubicles and into offices, in some places desks seemed to have been lodged into place. This, combined with the perpetual darkness which we could only very lightly pierce with the maglights, made for a very claustrophobic excursion.
The place itself was completely abandoned and cleaned out. Every single desk that remained was empty, filing cabinets cleaned through and boardrooms lacking the distinctive huge table. Every door we came to was open and some even lacked doors. At least until we came to the end of the floor.
The door seemed bigger than the rest, although by all appearances was just a normal office door. The windows were tinted black and ant attempt to peer inside were met with the inky blackness that surrounded us. It was locked tight and even Jay and myself throwing our bodies against it only served to intrigue us further as to what could possibly be behind this door and be worth protecting this much.
Jay went into a nearby office and dragged a filing cabinet to the door. I watched him use ropes and hooks to convert it to some crude battering ram. No words were shared here, we both understood that the door had to be opened. We also understood how outright absurd the image was.
Using this deceive, we managed to force the door open. The shattering wood and bending metal haunt me to this day. This was the point of no return for me. I should have simply laughed at Jay and his battering ram and went home. I should have disregarded the door as just a locked supply closet and went onto explore the rest of the building but no. No I had to explore it. I had to know. I think that is his most powerful attribute, he preys on that sense of human curiosity.
The room itself was fairly indiscriminate, it seemed to be a storage room of some kind, creates and boxes and shelves all full of files and books and the like. Jay walked around the room while I looked over some of the files. I remember laughing, good lord how I remember those cheery laughs. I thought it was some kind of joke, some prank between two office clowns or something. The files were all reports on what appeared to be people researching monsters. God I laughed. Most of the files were stamped with a big red X, along with the creates and boxes. I was about to read some of them when Jay called me over. He was stood in the corner of the room staring at a trunk
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Page 2 of the Overall story. I dont think this is a particuarly good way of posting this, as atmosphere is more effectivly built reading over one sitting, rather than in stilted posting. If anyone can think of a better way of posting this (I was thinking posting a PDF of 3 pages at once or something) please tell me.
As if anyone is even reading hurfblurhaaaaaaaaaaaaaahrdurrrrrrr
The basement (I suppose you could call it that) consisted of 4 stories, 3 of which I never got a chance to see. The floor we started on was the bottom one, Jay mentioned this is how he explores, work your way down. I suppose the logic is sound, end where you started.
The floor was peculiar only in its size. It seemed to go on forever, cubicles and break rooms and boardrooms seemed to stretch into infinity. Doubtless this is a product of an over excited mind and a foggy memory but at the time I could have sworn the building was impossibly large.
The worst part of this was that, despite how big it felt, on a personal level it was very very small. Jay and I struggled to fit through the spaces between cubicles and into offices, in some places desks seemed to have been lodged into place. This, combined with the perpetual darkness which we could only very lightly pierce with the maglights, made for a very claustrophobic excursion.
The place itself was completely abandoned and cleaned out. Every single desk that remained was empty, filing cabinets cleaned through and boardrooms lacking the distinctive huge table. Every door we came to was open and some even lacked doors. At least until we came to the end of the floor.
The door seemed bigger than the rest, although by all appearances was just a normal office door. The windows were tinted black and ant attempt to peer inside were met with the inky blackness that surrounded us. It was locked tight and even Jay and myself throwing our bodies against it only served to intrigue us further as to what could possibly be behind this door and be worth protecting this much.
Jay went into a nearby office and dragged a filing cabinet to the door. I watched him use ropes and hooks to convert it to some crude battering ram. No words were shared here, we both understood that the door had to be opened. We also understood how outright absurd the image was.
Using this deceive, we managed to force the door open. The shattering wood and bending metal haunt me to this day. This was the point of no return for me. I should have simply laughed at Jay and his battering ram and went home. I should have disregarded the door as just a locked supply closet and went onto explore the rest of the building but no. No I had to explore it. I had to know. I think that is his most powerful attribute, he preys on that sense of human curiosity.
The room itself was fairly indiscriminate, it seemed to be a storage room of some kind, creates and boxes and shelves all full of files and books and the like. Jay walked around the room while I looked over some of the files. I remember laughing, good lord how I remember those cheery laughs. I thought it was some kind of joke, some prank between two office clowns or something. The files were all reports on what appeared to be people researching monsters. God I laughed. Most of the files were stamped with a big red X, along with the creates and boxes. I was about to read some of them when Jay called me over. He was stood in the corner of the room staring at a trunk
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Page 2 of the Overall story. I dont think this is a particuarly good way of posting this, as atmosphere is more effectivly built reading over one sitting, rather than in stilted posting. If anyone can think of a better way of posting this (I was thinking posting a PDF of 3 pages at once or something) please tell me.
As if anyone is even reading hurfblurhaaaaaaaaaaaaaahrdurrrrrrr
My Name is Franklin, Intro
My name is Franklin. I am 36 years old and previously enjoyed a happy life with my family in Quebec. I am also alive. The relevance of this statement should become obvious very soon. The following will make very little sense to anyone reading this, but I assure you that all be become clear by the end of my tale.
I must take this moment to implore you to put down this book, walk away, hold you loved ones and continue your life as though you had never heard my name or laid eyes upon this book. Although I suppose if you were able to procure a copy or even the original of this book my mere words are unlikely to deter you. Indeed it is likely you are the one in need of help here.
With that warning out of the way, I will attempt to explain what is within these pages.
I grew up in Quebec, lived most of my life in the Canadian forests and spent a good portion of my younger days simply exploring the country. Exploration was in my blood, it was my being. I have trekked across this entire country and back again and enjoyed every moment of my travels. The irony that it would be one of these adventures that would eventually end in my current predicament is not lost on me.
Several years ago, a friend of mine invited me on a exploration of an old dilapidated building. It was fairly out of the way but nothing special. No bats circling a belfry, nor was it built upon a teetering cliff with lightning striking at opportune times. By all means this was simply an abandoned office block.
This is a practice known as Urbex (meaning Urban Exploration) and something I was very interested in. It is good once and a while to explore the forests and woods that man has made, if only for a sense of scale.
The night will stay in my mind forever, burning constantly within my skull like a branding iron. I have spent most of my days since that night wondering why, why did I go. What would have happened had I replied “no, sorry” rather than leaping feet first into this nightmare.
I digress, such thought is meaningless. The night of the climb (as Jay constantly referred to it_ Jay and I prepped for the exploration, packing supplies and joking about the upcoming excursion. Jay was an experienced urban explorer, having explored and searched through the ruins of our bygone years since before the practice was popular, a master when compared with someone such as myself. I preferred walking through the woods to climbing through air ducts and cramped half destroyed buildings, though I was eager to learn.
The conversations on that night will always stick out to me as completely bizarre, if only because looking back, I was so naive, both Jay and I were so happy, excited and filled with a boyish want to scare ourselves through our own actions. So naive.
Once we reached the site, we found it to be boarded off. Jay took a crowbar to the boards and within moments we were inside. I must say it was not what I expected. I had expected to find some old entrance hall, what I found was genuinely eerie, although rendered trivial by the events of the following years, I remember I asked if we should leave, watching Jay push on into the darkness. I followed.
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BLARGG:
And here it is, the start of My Name is Franklin (working title, Its horrible). Fuck you Keef
I must take this moment to implore you to put down this book, walk away, hold you loved ones and continue your life as though you had never heard my name or laid eyes upon this book. Although I suppose if you were able to procure a copy or even the original of this book my mere words are unlikely to deter you. Indeed it is likely you are the one in need of help here.
With that warning out of the way, I will attempt to explain what is within these pages.
I grew up in Quebec, lived most of my life in the Canadian forests and spent a good portion of my younger days simply exploring the country. Exploration was in my blood, it was my being. I have trekked across this entire country and back again and enjoyed every moment of my travels. The irony that it would be one of these adventures that would eventually end in my current predicament is not lost on me.
Several years ago, a friend of mine invited me on a exploration of an old dilapidated building. It was fairly out of the way but nothing special. No bats circling a belfry, nor was it built upon a teetering cliff with lightning striking at opportune times. By all means this was simply an abandoned office block.
This is a practice known as Urbex (meaning Urban Exploration) and something I was very interested in. It is good once and a while to explore the forests and woods that man has made, if only for a sense of scale.
The night will stay in my mind forever, burning constantly within my skull like a branding iron. I have spent most of my days since that night wondering why, why did I go. What would have happened had I replied “no, sorry” rather than leaping feet first into this nightmare.
I digress, such thought is meaningless. The night of the climb (as Jay constantly referred to it_ Jay and I prepped for the exploration, packing supplies and joking about the upcoming excursion. Jay was an experienced urban explorer, having explored and searched through the ruins of our bygone years since before the practice was popular, a master when compared with someone such as myself. I preferred walking through the woods to climbing through air ducts and cramped half destroyed buildings, though I was eager to learn.
The conversations on that night will always stick out to me as completely bizarre, if only because looking back, I was so naive, both Jay and I were so happy, excited and filled with a boyish want to scare ourselves through our own actions. So naive.
Once we reached the site, we found it to be boarded off. Jay took a crowbar to the boards and within moments we were inside. I must say it was not what I expected. I had expected to find some old entrance hall, what I found was genuinely eerie, although rendered trivial by the events of the following years, I remember I asked if we should leave, watching Jay push on into the darkness. I followed.
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BLARGG:
And here it is, the start of My Name is Franklin (working title, Its horrible). Fuck you Keef
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