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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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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
My name is Franklin updates
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
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