Aug. 24, 2020

Part 2: The Missing Girl

THE MISSING GIRL

 

A creature like that DOES need to be stopped. If whatever was down here was released onto the world above then we need to do something about it. However, we are making major speculations here.

What do you mean?

Look, I’ve gotten caught up in this to a degree so far as to make assumptions that I have no proof on because I’m…. well because I’m scared frankly.

What assumptions?

That there was even a creature here, that it was let out, that it was the same one that killed Emily MacFarland… look I’m not saying that that may not be the case but we need to keep our heads about us.

Our head. Singular.

Right and while you may not remember who or what you are, I am an investigator which means using the evidence we know to find out what we don’t.

You want to go to the library.

Yes, there is much we can find out.

How so?

We can look up this name; Shub-Niggurath, and learn all we can about it, we can ask the librarian about this book… we can even look up the address of this house in the libraries newspaper records…

Finding out who lived here is an excellent idea.

Yes, there is much we can do if we take a moment to consider what we already know.

Fair enough, Arthur. Let’s head to the library.

Look this isn’t to say that we need to forget what we’re gathering here. If there is a creature out there we do need to stop it. Especially one which such raw power as to cleave a bone in half.

Is that what happened to Emily? 

I don’t know, I’d have to ask but… I do recall them saying she was dismembered in a visceral fashion. They implied the bones were cut through…

Arthur, as I said, there are creatures you cannot fathom. Finding this thing alone would be difficult to say the least.

Which is why the library is a good first step and… who knows…

Maybe the creature will find us first.  

Why do you say that?

Arthur, think about it, friend, if what we’re assuming is correct, this creature lay dormant in this cavern for almost 10 years. Once it was let out, it didn’t attack the girl. It followed her, followed the book, then waited?

That doesn’t seem very likely.

Maybe, maybe not, whatever the case – if everything we’re assuming is correct, a creature like that would have to be intelligent.

Very much so.

What of the other bodies?

I don’t know, maybe members of this religion… worshippers of this Shub-Niggurath?

That killed each other?

Well you said only one was killed by the other…

Yes but they were still clearly engaged.

I don’t know what to make of it yet… perhaps something went wrong… something that involved the creature…

Perhaps. That archway, behind them, it led nowhere.

Yes, I remember you describing that… it’s tough for me to visualize really…

It was just a stone archway; I believe it may have been used as a gateway.

You said it led nowhere?

Arthur, this Dark World I came from. It is not something you travel to in a taxi.

Oh, speaking of

Yes. You’re almost at the street. If you signal now, you’ll catch a taxi. He’s rolling down the passenger side window.

Miskatonic University

Drives off.

It is a world that can only be accessed by a gateway or a portal.

So you think this religious sect had opened a gateway?

Yes, and what’s more…

Brought something through…

Yes.

This would imply that your book was in fact laying on that podium. If the girl broke in and found the book there… the book that you were in…

Then maybe this cult brought me through that gateway themselves.

Arthur?

Yes… well.. this beckons the question once again… who are you to have a religious cult open a gateway to another world just to bring you through?

I don’t know. Look, let’s just focus on the task at hand…

I continually brush off the very real and serious concern that you may be something more sinister and you seem quite okay with that. I don’t know exactly what you are-

There is nothing either of us can do about that now. I have your eyes still.

Well then… let us just hope for the best I suppose.

Let’s.

Taxi Arrives

Miskatonic University. This library is one of the finest, especially for older books and rarities. I believe the Librarian may be of particular help, I met him once at a city hall fundraiser. I hope he remembers me.

The door is to your right Arthur. There are people out and about so try not to make it seem too much like you can’t see.

Right.

Enter library.

So we are gathering that my book was on that podium for sure then?

It’s a thin justification I grant you but right now based on the symbols on the book and symbol on the cult wall, it’s an educated guess.

Which means she entered that chamber and took the book. We do not know why she did that.

No, but if she did, we know where she ended up – at JD Ackerman’s Rare Bookstore.

Why take the book just to give it away?

Maybe she sold it.

But I didn’t see any sale or purchase of the book in his records…

That’s right. Maybe she trusted JD or maybe she got it for him?

Or maybe the creature was hunting her for it back…. There’s a man at the counter.

Hello I was wondering if you could help us?

Why are you whispering?

Yes of course. Who is us?

It’s just you Arthur, remember?

Sorry, I misspoke.

He’s smiling kindly.

I’m looking for information on a religious sect. It’s a name I haven’t heard before really…

What is the name?

Shub-Niggurath?

His face has gotten serious.

Do I know you? We’ve met before, haven’t we?

Yes. Mr. Armitage, right?

Yes… you’re the private investigator aren’t you.

Yes.

Arthur.

Yes. Good memory.

Arthur, why are you asking about such things?

Well, it pertains to a case I’m working on currently.

He’s looking around to ensure no one is watching.

There are no books in this library that would speak of Shub-Niggurath, but I do have some in my private collection that may be of interest. However, I must warn you. They are not for the faint of heart and only to be read by those of the strongest minds.

I’m not sure what you mean…

These forces that you speak of, being of immense power and terror – they are unfathomable in their cruelty and alien in the truest sense of the word. Arthur. There are things in this world not worth pursuing and I struggle to believe any case is worth the information you seek.

He’s trying to scare us.

Knowledge, despite its usefulness, is a curse that carries a heavy toll.

 

Mr. Armitage, I respect your position and if you wish not to s hare with us then I cannot force you, but I ask you, please, any information you have on Shub-Niggrath and it’s followers would be much appreciated.

Very well. Let me fetch it from my collection – I’ll place it in my office so you can read it undisturbed. It’ll take a few moments…

Thank you. I want to look up something else in the old newspaper records, anyways so that will take some time.

Fair enough, then I will find you there when it is done.

Thank you again, Mr. Armitage, thank you very much.

Do not thank me, Arthur. Knowledge, despite its usefulness, is a curse that carries a heavy toll.

Why do you suppose he was so wary of sharing?

Because you are playing in the world of the unknown, Arthur. Things that can bend and break your mind.

Should we not be finding things out then?

No. We have to.

Right well, do you see which direction the newspaper records would be?

Yes, head to your right and run your left hand along the wall. Yeah that direction

58 Pelican Lane is the address. We’ll have to look for any newspapers that might have that in it.

Open some drawers. This is going to take some time.

Right.

Hmmm..

Anything pertaining to odd sightings. Bizarre -

Nothing. I don’t see anything about 58 Pelican Lane at all.

Right. Just try Pelican Lane.

Alright.

Not the address itself.

Again, look for disturbances, odd complaints, noises…

Missing girls.

Hm?

There’s an article here about a missing girl.

What does it say?

The headline reads “Amanda Cummings Found”

Amanda Cummings… where have I…

Amanda Cummings, reported missing since July 17th, was found walking north of the city in the Pelican Lane area, local authorities say she refused to talk… police report filed…

This July?

No, this newspaper is dated almost 10 years ago.

How does… wait a minute… Cummings, that’s the same as Roland Cummings the PI who owned our apartment first, the one that Ackerman meant to send the book to…

…Police chose not to speculate but heavily implied she was held captive …was found with another girl who was unnamed…

A second girl?

Yes, it seems like two girls were found – one, Amanda Cummings had been reported missing the other… no identification, no name given, they just say she was an immigrant of some sort.

Does it say anything else?

Nothing pertinent.

It mentioned a police report yes?

It did.

Well, anything additional would most certainly be in the police records, they’re sealed but we may be able to buy our way in…

So, as I understand it, the book was sent to the father of this missing girl. 

We’d have to verify it, but that’s a remarkable coincidence.

I don’t think that any of this is a coincidence, Arthur.

What does it all mean though?

Well, we are making some assumptions. At least some. Like Emily took the book from the abandoned house.

Right, but the facts that we know are this; that two girls were found wandering the streets near the abandoned house, they refused to talk to the authorities and the press, years later a book is presumably taken from that same house and after the person who took it dies… it is sent to the father of one of these two girls. Or at least who Ackerman thought was the father.

It’s starting to make a story, but I don’t know what it means.

Maybe some context will help. Reading that police report is an important step.

Reading this book from Mr. Armitage is as well.

Yes.

Footsteps

Is that him approaching?             

Yes.

Mr. Lester, I’ve left the book open in my office, it’s just at the back there.

I see where he’s pointing. I’ll guide you there after.

Thank you very much, Mr. Armitage.

Do not thank me, I am not trying to scare you but – do not thank me.

Is this a wise idea?

Wise? Yes. Smart? I’m not so sure.

Right.

Head forward then make a sharp right turn. The door is straight back. Just run your hand along the shelf to guide you.

Here.

Enter room.

It looks like the book is on his desk on the far side of the room. Straight ahead.

So, what does the book look like?

It’s well worn. The binding has cracks all over it and looks like it’s been in … sand maybe?

I wonder where Mr. Armitage found this.

It doesn’t have any symbols on the cover.

Well, shall I open it?

Yes.

Okay.

Oh…

What?

The pages, they’re thick as if not paper. It’s all handwritten. There are images along with the words, bizarre creatures…

Do you recognize any of them?

No. I don’t… I don’t think so…

Alright.

Pages turning.

There, stop. The symbol. It’s here.

Is there writing?

 

Read it aloud.

Shub-Niggurath! Praise and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath!
Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young! She is Lord of the Wood and mother to us.

Black Goat?

It looks like most of this is in a language I don’t understand but there are notes on the pages written in English?

Armitage?

I don’t think so… it looks very old.

What does it say?

It looks like part translation of the text part description. Also, perhaps personal thoughts in here. It’s clear whoever wrote this never intended anyone to read it reads like part diary part transcript.

Well read it.

Alright.

The Great Old One, Shub-Niggurath, unstoppable and terrifying beyond comprehension. I have seen her with my own eyes. Her enormous, cloudy mass roils and festers, parts of the mist coalescing at times to form ropy tentacles, slime-dripping maws, or writhing hoof-tipped legs. Then it seems to slip into diary in the same breath: 

I have returned from the Dreamlands with witness. The swollen buds that sprout from her side and split from her. Her offspring. I shall call them her Dark Young. These lesser beings, these are what I’ve heard, the one in England… Goatswood.

Their presence in this world, done by her followers, weakens the fold I’m sure of it. I must return to England and destroy the dark young they have brought.

Do you think it was a Dark Young that killed Emily?

We have no way of knowing. It seems like he was successful in at least finding the Dark Young, he’s made notes about them; Leg Articulation. Trunk and legs of about 8 feet, and an overall height of some 20-25 feet with tentacles extended. Specimens upwards of 70 feet have been encountered. Though not by myself. A Dark Young’s leg retracts as the creature steps forward. As the foot is lowered, it also expands laterally to take the entity’s weight.

Typically dendroid, a Dark Young has several stout, hoof-like legs supporting a thick body marred by gaping maws dripping goo. They tend to hide in dense populated woods. There’s an image with a description under it and a notation on a spot on the creature.

On the spot? I’m not sure what you mean.

He’s indicated a point on the creature within its maw.

Do you think it could be a weak point perhaps? If he’s hunted and killed one of these things then.

It’s possible.Yes. There is also.. under the symbol…on this page. There is something written in a language I don’t recognize.

Still in his hand?

No. No… Should I read it?

We’ve come this far. Might as well see what we can find.

It is a depiction of this Black Goat.

I suppose.

Alright.

Well maybe it’s not such a good idea then-

M’rah Tsar Lort K’narrr

Ugh. I can… I can see it….

I can feel the words… I..

SHUT THE BOOK!

I could feel the words…. I could see him. I could see the Black Goat. It’s a herald of this creature… I don’t think we should have read that... Are you there?

…Yes…

How do you feel?

Fine, Arthur.

Right. We cannot... If this Dark Young has entered this world. Especially if it weakens the fold between the worlds. This is something we have to stop.

How do you suggest we do that?

Well, we won’t know anything until we head to the police station and read these files. We need to find out how this girl was murdered and if it was, in fact, one of these Dark Young.

You’re not a policeman, Arthur.

I have contacts that-

That would share with you files only meant to be seen by the police.

Maybe… maybe not.

I suggest we find where this Cummings girl lived. Find out more about her and her parents – this is no longer a coincidence. Following up on Cummings could reveal who the other girl was, where Roland went to, and how Ackerman knew him. It tells us more about the book.

 

I think we should track down this Amanda Cummings, it’s clear that she was missing and with the connection to JD Ackerman her father had…

It’s a place to start for sure. How do you plan on going about finding her?

I could check the telephone book but…

What?

Well, not only could it be a common name... I gather that she won’t be easy to find.

Why do you think that?

Well, based on the article’s implication and how and where she was found, I am making the educated guess that she was a captive in that house…

It would stand to reason, after all you mentioned previous that Roland Cummings had supposedly abandoned his lease because he had to leave town.

Right. Unless her captors were all killed, I imagine they would have pursued her.

Well then, how do you suppose we find her?

Well… I do remember a few old files I put away in the basement storage at the office when we took over the lease. Personal mail and things like. I’m sure his address would be there.

What makes you think they’re still at that address?

I don’t, but it’s a start. We can ask neighbors, see if there is anyone around that knew them.

Alright, well then, back to the office I suppose.

Right.

I must say that since reading that book, I’ve felt a bit…

Strained?

Yes. In a way as if my mind as been… severed a bit. Like a wound.

Yes. I feel it too.

What do you suppose it means?

Exactly what Armitage warned you of…

That’s fair. Should we say goodbye?

We don’t have time for that; besides I doubt he’d really mind.

The abandoned house looked untouched. Why do you suppose the house was never searched after Amanda Cummings showed up. Don’t you think she would have led the police to it…

I’ve been wondering that myself.

Perhaps her father knew something. Taxi is pulling up.

57 Front St. please.

Presumably this girl was taken by the Cult. 10 years later her father is sent a book of that same cult.

It could be something he began to dive into after she was returned. Something he tried to uncover as she told him things about…

Perhaps. Perhaps she was taken because he began diving to deeply into the cult. 

You think her kidnapping could have been a response to Roland getting too close to something?

It could be. Maybe he got the message and dropped it altogether. That place was, after all, abandoned.

There are a lot of assumptions here.

Yes, well, let’s just start with what hard evidence there is; let’s find and speak with Amanada Cummings and get her word on all of this.

Looks like we’re near your office.

Grand. Well what we can do is-

Oh.

What?

Arthur, there are police outside the building.

Wh-what? What are they doing?

Sigh. They are wheeling out a body, Arthur.

Damn. Fuck. Shit.

Well put.

Fuck. What do we do?

We calm down.

How can we calm down… th-they’ve found my partner… they’ve found his body… they…

They haven’t found you. Compose yourself Arthur.

I don’t know that I can…. I – I…

Look. Is there another way into the building other than the front?

Are you mad, we’re not going in there. We have to find -

Arthur! All this has done is put a timeline on us. If we are to find the Cummings girl than we need to find her quickly. There is nothing to say that they are looking for you. For all they know, someone broke into your apartment and killed your partner.

B-but.

You are an investigator. You make enemies.

I—There’s no way…

Yes there is. Now get out of this Taxi. The man is starting to look at you strangely. Pay him and step out.

Exit taxi.

Now listen, Arthur. There is one uniformed officer outside the building leaning on a automobile, he’s looking down the street. This is no manhunt.

There are no more police?

No. I’d imagine that they’ve only just found him which means they are either combing your office or have sent for backup – either way the time to act is now. Is there another way into the basement?

Y-y-yes. Yes there is. The alleyway has a side entrance that leads directly to the basement storage.

Excellent.

No, but.

Then all you have to do is sneak past the officer outside and move quickly.

No..no. Listen.

You listen! Everything boils down to Cummings right now. You said it yourself. Old files may be the only link we have to finding their last known address aside from the police station. Since that is the last place we want to be right now – this is our only choice. Now cross the street and do what I say.

Walking.

Good. You’re almost at the curb. Good. STOP! Wait! Don’t move!

Should I crouch?

Just…take a half step back. Now wait. Okay now. Go. NOW!

Walking.

There. You’re in the alley. Easy as pie.

My heart is racing.

Where is the door?

It’s down along the right side.

I see it. I assume you have a key.

Yes, of course.

Watch your step.

Damn I forgot there are stairs there.

Let’s be quick.

Right, there should be a number…

Yes, there are cages on the wall.

Yes, but a number. One of them will be our office. 76.

There. Stop!

Here?

Yes.

There are a number of boxes. I put things labelled.

Yes, I see them.

Perfect. One should say Cummings, maybe.

There. From the back.

Yes.

No put your – yes.

Alright. This feels mail. Is this mail?

It looks like it. The name on it – Delphine Cummings

I don’t know it. Might be his wife?

86 Townline

Brilliant. I don’t know it, but let’s get out of here.

PUNCH

Oof!

It’s Eddie. He’s coming in towards you.

I told you, you better hope I don’t see you again.

Eddie, I’m sorry. Listen it was a -

PUNCH

Oof.

Fight back, Arthur.

I—

Don’t you dare.

Kill him. Arthur, kill him!

 

FIGHT!

Don’t you fucking dare.

Gunshot.

Mother Fucker.

Gunshot.

Ugh

I… wait… what…

Grrrrrr…

I can’t… what’s wrong with my hand? Stop it… what are you doing. Let go of his throat….

He needs to die.

Wh-what?

We need to move. Now.

What the fuck is happening?

Well, well….

My left hand…. I can’t feel it…

No…. but I can.

You…. You’ve….

This has taken an interesting turn.

You have taken control of my hand.

We need to move.

W-what… I-I..

No. That way.   

I-I

Arthur. Arthur! Relax. There is blood on my hand and yours. We need to clean ourselves quickly. There’s a puddle to your left. Crouch down.

Water splashing.

Better but we need to move. NOW. Undoubtedly the police have heard those gunshots.

What the fuck is going on? I don’t understand.

You know exactly what’s going on, Arthur… I’m gaining control.

But how… why?

Why? Why not? I have your eyes… maybe I have something else?

Wh-where is the street?

A few feet away.

Taxi! 86 Townline and hurry. Please.

You’re… you’re taking control?

I suppose so, Arthur. I can feel your left hand now, maybe as far up as the elbow and… yes… I can move it.

Why did you choke Eddie? Y-you killed him.

Why? You wanted him dead. I could feel it. I did what you couldn’t. You shot him… twice, but he was still breathing. I just ensured your desire. 

I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t…

Believe it. Look, Arthur, I don’t actually want to take control of your body… but if we can’t get me another one, then yours will have to do. That being said… my desire is still to find a new one. So let us focus.

We’re here.

W-What does the house look like?

It’s tucked away on a small street, looks like we’re outside of Arkham. There are no cars in the driveway.

I have an uneasy feeling about all this.

There’s a mailbox but the name on it is scratched out… No one is here.

How do you mean?

Arthur, the house looks abandoned. It looks like they’ve moved years ago… this was a dead end.

There is something moving beyond this world and we cannot for the life of us grab ahold of what it is. I’m so tired of having pieces to a puzzle that I cannot seem to comprehend. There are girls taken, cults that seemingly no longer act, missing people and the ever-present sense of dread on the air that has no witnessable end, and I have YOU. A voice in my head and now a captor of my eyes and arm, guiding and controlling me blindly on this path. I am tired of being a hostage and frustrated and unsure of what to do next. I am done.

Everything alright there friend?

Seems like you’ve drawn the attention of a neighbour.

Yes. Sorry just….

He’s talking to you from the porch next door.

I was looking for an old family friend I thought lived here.

Cummings family, ya?

Yes.

I’m sorry friend… they passed on a number of years ago. Terrible thing that happened.

Ask him.

What was that?

People started wondering where the family went, police were called, they ended up heading inside the house. Found the Mrs…

What on earth happened to her?

It’s not proper but… let’s just say they found her in the basement… In a freezer.

And the husband?

Mr. Roland never came back – assumed he did it – some say he’s up in Canada. Never seemed the type to hurt, though.

And the daughter?

Dangdest thing – she showed up a few weeks later. Poor girl both parents gone.

She ended up living with some family.

Where?

Where is she now?

Harper’s Hill. Small town a few hours north of here.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Of course, were you close?

Very.

Well, if you see her. Give her my best.

Well… that was…

Unexpected. Seems like not all is lost after all, Arthur.

Well, how are we supposed to head someone hours away?

Do you not own a car?

We did, yes.

Well, I now have control of your arm and your eyes. Between you managing your feet, I think we can manage to drive.

I-I-I…

Arthur. I mean it sincerely. I don’t want your body. I did not take control of it by choice. We need to stay focused and on the task. Okay?

Alright.

Good. Now, where do you keep your car?

In a lot near the office.

Then let’s head back there now and leave the city before any more police show up.

Alright. Taxi!

Drive off.

Is we can’t find you a new body…

Arthur.

Or we can’t find a way…

Arthur! Listen to me. There is no sense in worrying about that now. We need to stay focused. Right now, we have the Cummings girl. We need to follow up on her and find out what she knows. She clearly has a connection to this case.

That is easy for you to say. I am losing pieces of myself. My hand is gone. My eyes are gone. I don’t know what’s next to leave. For all I know, if you take my mind entirely, I’ll no longer be able to think.

We’re almost there. Just relax.

Exit taxi.

Which car is yours?

The black one in the far-left spot. It should have a ding on its right bumper.

Hmmmm. Oh yes. I see it.

There is a map in the glove compartment. You’ll need to take a look and find a road out of town.

Arthur, are we together on this?

I don’t know how to feel right now… I’m losing control of my body and my mind. I don’t even know what you are.

Well then… Why don’t we just stay quiet for a bit.

I think that’s best.

Drive off.

Have we left the city?

A while ago now.

It’s difficult to tell time like this…

I do…. Sympathize with you, Arthur.

Do you though?

I… do.

I miss the beauty in small things.

I haven’t seen trees myself in…

How long?

I can’t even guess.

Trees? We’re very much north of the city now.

Yes… I suspect we’re half hour out from Harper’s Hill.

I hope we find an answer there.

Slow down.

What?

Slow down right down.

Why?

To a stop.

What?

There’s a vehicle here without a driver at the side of the road.

Are they in trouble?

I can’t tell. Should we take a look?

What do you want to?

I don’t know… but I feel… like we should.

Exit car.

Where are we?

We’re in the middle of the woods, the sun has nearly disappeared behind the forest now. The road here is dirt and the trees seem… close. I think there may be a fog rolling in. This way. Yes.

The car is empty but…

But what?

The passenger door. It’s opened towards the woods… it looks like someone may have been pulled out?

Really? Do you see anything on the ground?

I don’t see any footprint or tracks… Yes… there are footprints leading off into the woods and… there is blood on the seat.

They could be hurt. We could help them.

It looks like there was a child in the backseat. As well.

Why do you think they would head off into the woods?

I don’t know.

 

Let’s do something. We should go. We should help. Let’s follow the tracks into the woods.

I agree.

I feel like, doing something good for someone else is important right now. After…

After all we’ve been through.

Yes.

It’s getting quite dark.

There is a flashlight in the boot.

Retrieve light.

Working?

Yes.

Alright. Let’s head out.

Are you feeling any better?

I don’t know… maybe… yes… I suppose so. I needed to take my mind off all of this for a little while, I think.

I understand.

If you do continue to take over my body… what will happen to me?

I don’t know.

Venture a guess.

Perhaps you’ll be imprisoned within this body, perhaps you’ll still be able to see and hear and taste…

Perhaps I’ll simply stop existing.

Yes.

Well, if that is the worst case scenario then I suppose it’s no different than dying.

That is not the worst-case scenario.

What do you mean?

Sigh. It doesn’t matter.

Don’t do that to me. Not now. If you are sincere in what you said, that taking over my body is not your desire, then do not hold out on me.

There is a lot I don’t understand about how I arrived here, but for all I know we may end up switching places.

That’s what I was implying by saying I may stop existing. It’s just -

But I didn’t stop existing.

You mean I may travel to

All I know is I don’t know how I arrived here.

We could be swapping places. So that I can return to that Dark World you came from.

Yes…Are you….

Tell me everything you can about this dark place.

I already did.

No, you mentioned something, but I need to know more. You said it’s like a junkyard? Or a…

It is a mirror.

I thought you said it was a place where everything gets dumped?

Yes, but not in the sense you’re thinking. The Dark World is like this one. Not piles of debris and used tires. It is just a place to end. Purgatory some would call it. Except I’m not sure there is anything afterwards.

Is this place not crowded? I can’t imagine that every creature that has ever existed can fit into one place…

I’m not sure what you mean.

There must be, not much room?

Perhaps.

You did say it was every creature that ever existed.

Maybe I was wrong… maybe it’s a place for only a certain type of person.

What type was that?

I don’t remember.

No, but you must have some.

Moments when we’re talking. It feels like I can almost feel myself.

So, you must have some idea of who you were. You must remember something.

No. Arthur I’m not going to be any help. Not right now. Let’s just focus.

Are you still following tracks?

Yes

Any idea on what happened?

It seems like two sets of footprints.

I really don’t understand. There was a passenger and a child in the car. Did they meet someone at the road and…?

Why would there be blood then?

I’m not sure. How old was the child?

It was a baby seat.

Oh.

It’s almost dark enough to need the light.

How far should we actually-

Wait. I think I see a light up ahead.

It looks like a camp.

It looks like someone is camping.

Maybe it’s… there are houses, huts maybe? It looks like it could be a small village.

I don’t know of any small villages.

There is no road in. Whoever lives here lives away from civilization.

Do you see anyone? Where is the light coming from exactly?
I don’t know. There is a small amount of light coming from inside. We’ll need to move. Move left. Stay low. I can get a better look.

It looks like there is a gate. a wooden gate, but it’s open. The whole thing is surrounded by tall wooden beams.

What do you see?

Quiet!

There is a small fire inside.... and…there is a woman. There is a dead woman on the ground by the fire.

Are you -

Her throat is slit.

Is there anyone else?

Yes. There is a much older woman holding a baby. She’s sitting crossed legged by the fire. She looks… grotesque… Her skin is hanging loose and sagging as if it was ancient. Her hair is long and grey…she’s naked Arthur….

She’s gone mad. My god. We need to help that child, quickly. What is she doing with it?

She’s just holding it. I think she’s rocking it back and forth.

Is there anyone else around?

No, the place look abandoned otherwise. The huts have collapsed. Everything seems to be in ruins.

We need to move. You hold the gun, use it if she tries to harm the baby. I’m going to stay low.

Walking.

She hasn’t looked up yet.

You’re at the gate… she’s only a short distance away…. she still hasn’t… I… I think she knows were here.

Fuck.

No. She’s not moving. She seems…She’s doesn’t seem worried.

Arthur, you’re just at the fire now. She’s practically right across from you.

I can feel the fire.

Well?

You have the gun?

Yes

Is it pointed at her?

Not yet.

Give me the child.

She’s looking at you. She doesn’t seem surprised to see you.

W-what is she doing now?

She’s holding the child out to you.

Eerie laughter.

Why is she laughing?

I don’t know, Arthur.

Is there anyone around us?

No.

Sshould we leave?

Yes. Quickly.

Hurry away. Laughter in distance.

What the fuck just happened?

I don’t know.

What was that? I don’t understand.

I don’t either. She looked like.. death. She looked… ancient.

Is the baby alright?

I don’t know. Set her down.

She looks…

What?

I don’t know, it looks like the woman may have drawn something on her.

How?

I don’t know… with charcoal from the fire maybe?

It looks like a symbol, but it’s rubbed off.

We need to get out of here.

Yes.

Is this the right way?

I… I’m not sure.

What do you mean?

It’s dark, Arthur. Your light is barely bright enough to reach past the edges of the trees. Just keep moving.

Growling.

Sh-sh

Growling.

What?

I don’t know. Keep moving.

What the fuck was that?

Stop. Stop.

What?

I saw something move beyond that tree ahead… just… head right.

Which…

Just this way…

I don’t know where I’m

JUST MOVE!

Growling.

Arthur, RUN!

Sigh.

I see the road! We’re here.

Sigh.

The car is to your right. Hurry.

Enter car.

Gasping. What the hell was that?

Arthur, start the car and drive! Go!

Let’s drive. Now.

Radio plays Some Call it Madness.

Wait.

What?

We didn’t leave the radio on.

Glass shatters.

Eerie laugh.

Arthur!

CRASH!

 

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Transcribed by Carley McConnell, a sincere and heartfelt thanks to her and her amazing dedication.