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So as you may have noticed, I didn't manage to release the book yet.
It IS done. Sort of, kinda.
See the problem withthe book is that it needs alot of extra stuff to go with it, photoshopped pictures, slapped together audio recordings and maybe even a video or two. The problem is that shit is time consuming and a pain in the ass to include in any real way. So I've been working on that problem for a while.
Also of note is I'm currently
A) In my last term at uni, with more work to do than I have ever had in my life
B) Trying to organise a trans-atlantic wedding/reception
C) Learning to breath underwater
D) Thinking of a better title
I will release this damned thing, it just won't be this month. Probably wont be next month. I'll try, promise. kisses everyone.
-Nem
My Name is Franklin is 99% complete
Hello old friends, I know I havn't posted anythin in here since before the invention of the hover board, but I wanted to let you all know that as of November 5th, 2250, MNF is in Beta. I have the main story done, quite alot of the Chapter Split Stories done and a little bit of the multimedia work done. Give me a week or two and I'll have the rest sorted, then all thats left is editing and any rewrites. Should have it all done by Xmas. Where upon you'll be able to download a copy from here. Somehow. I donno. Bye!
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 7
I spent that night in the hotel near my house, it was a restless sleep and I was plagued by nightmares and sounds in the night. When I woke I paid for the night and headed back to my house which I found in much the same condition as I had left it, with the exception of the chest, which was now closed and once again full of the papers and tapes it had spilled over the floor the night before.
I’m not sure what possessed me but I spent that day reading one of the documents that I found within the box. At the time I figured it was still some kind of joke and I was just suffering some panic induced problem brought on from seeing Jay how I had and being alone and all sort of other excuses I made up to ease my mind and attempt to convince myself that this document was a bunch of awful lies.
That night was the turning point of which this entire horrible tale revolves. I was cleaning up in the bathroom before I headed to bed. I looked into the mirror and caught a glance of what I thought was nothing at first, and before my brain could process what I saw, I had already turned away. When it hit me I quickly snapped back and there it was. That horrifying visage of humanity. The pits, crudely mimicking eyes, the black suit and the white shirt standing out in the shadows. Forever I stared at it, hoping my mere observing would hold it back, would stay its inevitable attack. I turned around quickly and it was gone, the tree it was in didn’t even flutter. It was as if it was never there. So I told myself it wasn’t, that it was an illusion, that I was getting worked up and needed rest.
I awoke sometime in the night to find my bedroom door was open. I got up to close it, within a couple feet of the door I felt that unexplainable presence that I would come to know very very well. I turned quickly to find nothing looking back at me. I felt a growing sense of unease, the sensation of being watched. Being already unhinged I searched high and low for the source of this feeling but found nothing. At last I had wore myself out and simply went back to bed.
The next day I do not remember at all. Only that I woke late that night in the hotel I had stayed at previously with the chest looking at me.
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I’m not sure what possessed me but I spent that day reading one of the documents that I found within the box. At the time I figured it was still some kind of joke and I was just suffering some panic induced problem brought on from seeing Jay how I had and being alone and all sort of other excuses I made up to ease my mind and attempt to convince myself that this document was a bunch of awful lies.
That night was the turning point of which this entire horrible tale revolves. I was cleaning up in the bathroom before I headed to bed. I looked into the mirror and caught a glance of what I thought was nothing at first, and before my brain could process what I saw, I had already turned away. When it hit me I quickly snapped back and there it was. That horrifying visage of humanity. The pits, crudely mimicking eyes, the black suit and the white shirt standing out in the shadows. Forever I stared at it, hoping my mere observing would hold it back, would stay its inevitable attack. I turned around quickly and it was gone, the tree it was in didn’t even flutter. It was as if it was never there. So I told myself it wasn’t, that it was an illusion, that I was getting worked up and needed rest.
I awoke sometime in the night to find my bedroom door was open. I got up to close it, within a couple feet of the door I felt that unexplainable presence that I would come to know very very well. I turned quickly to find nothing looking back at me. I felt a growing sense of unease, the sensation of being watched. Being already unhinged I searched high and low for the source of this feeling but found nothing. At last I had wore myself out and simply went back to bed.
The next day I do not remember at all. Only that I woke late that night in the hotel I had stayed at previously with the chest looking at me.
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Are these updates too slow? Someone let me know. If they are I'll try and speed them up.
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 6
It stayed that way for days. I left it upstairs in the spare room and just went on with my life until the following September. My wife had taken my daughter to see her family in the states and I had stayed behind to finish up some work and was to catch up with them afterwards. I was working at my desk late at night. I was working on a new data method for the company i was with at the time, when I needed to get a book from my room.
As I climbed the stairs, it was like something was calling out to me, faint, oh so very faint but it was there, deep in the back of my head, constantly calling out for me over and over again. Writing this I can almost hear it again. As I reached the top of the stairs and turned to go to my room I found myself in the spare room, in front of the chest. As I turned to leave, i once again found myself in front of the chest. I tried for what felt like hours to escape that room, panicking and falling apart as I did. A great feeling of helplessness washing over me before finally succumbing to that persistent voice and opened the trunk.
It wasn’t so bad at first. The papers caught and held my attention for a while. At the time they were incoherent files and papers about seemingly nothing at all. I closed the trunk and grabbed the book I needed and went back to work. After a couple hours I think I fell asleep at the desk and awoke to find myself yet again in the spare room. I was obviously disturbed by this, I was at this point petrified. I stared at the chest with images of Jay running through my head. I remembered how he looked, how he acted and cursed myself for bring this thing into my house. I tried time and time again to get away from it but in the end became so enraged I heaved it against a wall. It broke open, spilling most of its contents across the floor. I turned to leave before stepping on a single sheet of paper that, in scribbled, huge text surrounded by what I presume was blood, “HE COMES”.
As I climbed the stairs, it was like something was calling out to me, faint, oh so very faint but it was there, deep in the back of my head, constantly calling out for me over and over again. Writing this I can almost hear it again. As I reached the top of the stairs and turned to go to my room I found myself in the spare room, in front of the chest. As I turned to leave, i once again found myself in front of the chest. I tried for what felt like hours to escape that room, panicking and falling apart as I did. A great feeling of helplessness washing over me before finally succumbing to that persistent voice and opened the trunk.
It wasn’t so bad at first. The papers caught and held my attention for a while. At the time they were incoherent files and papers about seemingly nothing at all. I closed the trunk and grabbed the book I needed and went back to work. After a couple hours I think I fell asleep at the desk and awoke to find myself yet again in the spare room. I was obviously disturbed by this, I was at this point petrified. I stared at the chest with images of Jay running through my head. I remembered how he looked, how he acted and cursed myself for bring this thing into my house. I tried time and time again to get away from it but in the end became so enraged I heaved it against a wall. It broke open, spilling most of its contents across the floor. I turned to leave before stepping on a single sheet of paper that, in scribbled, huge text surrounded by what I presume was blood, “HE COMES”.
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 5
Jay turned to me and said “its all in here everything is in here man. I know how to stay safe but what if there’s more? That’s why I asked you over” I asked him what he meant but he didn’t answer, he just opened the trunk and started rummaging through the papers in there. Before he found whatever he was looking for there was a crash from outside. Jay leapt up and ran over to the computers and poured over the displays for what must have been at least 30 minutes. At thos point I decided I was leaving, I planned on calling the police or something and make sure Jay got some help. I inched out of the room and quickly left. I looked back at the bedroom window and realised he had boarded up the windows. It didn’t register as something particularly odd until half way home I realised they were boarded up from the inside.
And that was the very last time I ever saw Jay. They never did find him. At first I thought he’d just ran off. The state he was in at the time I figured hell he would probably do anything. Course I know much better now.
A couple weeks after he disappeared his landlord called me up. I was surprised at first because, though Jay and I were close, we were never that close. The guy explained that I was the first person who picked up and he’d just been going through Jay’s address book. He told me he was throwing all of Jay’s stuff out and if I wanted to come and grab any of it I was free to.
And that’s how it got to me. I don’t know why I did it but I did. Gina was at work and my kids were at school so I just put it in the living room and stared at it for a while. Again I’m not sure why, I still didn’t understand the significance of what the chest held, but the last thing Jay had every tried to do was show me something from inside it. I knew it had something to do with his disappearance and I knew I was scared of it.
It sounds silly, but I mean it. This chest was the single scariest thing I had ever seen. It was a simple enough chest, wooden, the size of a bedside cabinet with a hatch on the top to open it, but for reasons I just couldn’t understand I was powerless to open it.
And that was the very last time I ever saw Jay. They never did find him. At first I thought he’d just ran off. The state he was in at the time I figured hell he would probably do anything. Course I know much better now.
A couple weeks after he disappeared his landlord called me up. I was surprised at first because, though Jay and I were close, we were never that close. The guy explained that I was the first person who picked up and he’d just been going through Jay’s address book. He told me he was throwing all of Jay’s stuff out and if I wanted to come and grab any of it I was free to.
And that’s how it got to me. I don’t know why I did it but I did. Gina was at work and my kids were at school so I just put it in the living room and stared at it for a while. Again I’m not sure why, I still didn’t understand the significance of what the chest held, but the last thing Jay had every tried to do was show me something from inside it. I knew it had something to do with his disappearance and I knew I was scared of it.
It sounds silly, but I mean it. This chest was the single scariest thing I had ever seen. It was a simple enough chest, wooden, the size of a bedside cabinet with a hatch on the top to open it, but for reasons I just couldn’t understand I was powerless to open it.
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 4
Looking back I really should have picked up on some of the things going on. He a set of floodlights set up and a whole bunch of security cameras. At the time I was more preoccupied with making sure he was ok but now it is so obvious. I suppose that’s more to do with what I know now that I didn’t then.
Jay came to the door and rushed me inside. He was almost unrecognisable, he had lost a lot of weight, his hair was unkempt and he smelled like sweat. For someone like Jay who prided his hygiene this was more than a little weird, but if Jay looked off, his house was something else. The wallpaper had been stripped in places, replaced with news paper clippings and notes, the carpets were gone leaving loud squeaky floorboards and worst at the time, there was no light at all.
Jay led me upstairs to the only source of light in the whole damn house, his room. He had several computer monitors set up to the cameras outside, looked like he had a bunch of them out back too. He started ranting again, I was scared to be honest, Jay was a great friend of mine and here he was living in shit and ranting incoherently. He reached down under his bed and pulled out the chest. My heart nearly stopped and I felt something completely unique. Its an odd feeling to describe, almost like trying to remember a dream. It was like I knew exactly why Jay was like this, what drove him to it and what we had to do, and then it was gone.
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Shorter updates, but they should come around quicker now.
Jay came to the door and rushed me inside. He was almost unrecognisable, he had lost a lot of weight, his hair was unkempt and he smelled like sweat. For someone like Jay who prided his hygiene this was more than a little weird, but if Jay looked off, his house was something else. The wallpaper had been stripped in places, replaced with news paper clippings and notes, the carpets were gone leaving loud squeaky floorboards and worst at the time, there was no light at all.
Jay led me upstairs to the only source of light in the whole damn house, his room. He had several computer monitors set up to the cameras outside, looked like he had a bunch of them out back too. He started ranting again, I was scared to be honest, Jay was a great friend of mine and here he was living in shit and ranting incoherently. He reached down under his bed and pulled out the chest. My heart nearly stopped and I felt something completely unique. Its an odd feeling to describe, almost like trying to remember a dream. It was like I knew exactly why Jay was like this, what drove him to it and what we had to do, and then it was gone.
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Shorter updates, but they should come around quicker now.
My Name is Franklin, Pt. 3
It wasn’t marked in any way, simply left here. It was fairly big but light. Jay was just staring at it, I can see him now, just stood there, looking at this thing. I think he knew, or at least, on some primal level, he knew this was a mistake.
Never the less we opened it. Within the trunk was simply a collection of papers, newspaper clippings, tapes, files and folders full of more papers. We didn’t read anything, though looking back, if we had we probably would have continued just as we did, as we heard a noise. Now depending on who you are, you may consider two hardened explorers hearing a noise and fleeing as either pathetic or completely understandable. To the former I ask you to read over what I have wrote already and consider what you would have done, given a chance to flee from that place.
I think I am justified in blaming most of what happened on Jay. I was half way across the floor when he stopped and asked me to help him with the trunk. I do not know why I listened to him or why I helped him. At the time I suppose I still just thought it was a kind of joke. Maybe the company just named their files these names as a security measure, alas, within a couple minutes, the trunk was in the car and we were driving home, laughing as we went. I often wonder why we laughed now. I think we were just both pretending we weren’t terrified or something. I don’t know. My memory of what happened after is a bit scattered.
What I do know is Jay dropped me off and took the trunk with him. I didn’t hear much from Jay for a while after that. A couple of months later Jay calls me up one night frantic. Asking me questions that didn’t make sense, going off on rambling tangents that I couldn’t make sense of. I got him to calm down a bit, then he demanded I came over. I hadn’t seen Jay like that before. It takes a certain kind of attitude to do the kind of exploration he did and this just wasn’t expected. Needless to say I drove over as soon as I could
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I LIVE AGAIN
Never the less we opened it. Within the trunk was simply a collection of papers, newspaper clippings, tapes, files and folders full of more papers. We didn’t read anything, though looking back, if we had we probably would have continued just as we did, as we heard a noise. Now depending on who you are, you may consider two hardened explorers hearing a noise and fleeing as either pathetic or completely understandable. To the former I ask you to read over what I have wrote already and consider what you would have done, given a chance to flee from that place.
I think I am justified in blaming most of what happened on Jay. I was half way across the floor when he stopped and asked me to help him with the trunk. I do not know why I listened to him or why I helped him. At the time I suppose I still just thought it was a kind of joke. Maybe the company just named their files these names as a security measure, alas, within a couple minutes, the trunk was in the car and we were driving home, laughing as we went. I often wonder why we laughed now. I think we were just both pretending we weren’t terrified or something. I don’t know. My memory of what happened after is a bit scattered.
What I do know is Jay dropped me off and took the trunk with him. I didn’t hear much from Jay for a while after that. A couple of months later Jay calls me up one night frantic. Asking me questions that didn’t make sense, going off on rambling tangents that I couldn’t make sense of. I got him to calm down a bit, then he demanded I came over. I hadn’t seen Jay like that before. It takes a certain kind of attitude to do the kind of exploration he did and this just wasn’t expected. Needless to say I drove over as soon as I could
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I LIVE AGAIN
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