Wish I could hideaway

by **Samantha McManus** » Sat Nov 24, 2012 12:41 pm

"Wasn't... saying that it was?"

by **Narrator** » Sat Nov 24, 2012 2:03 pm

The inside cover reads:

Property of:
John R. Ward

A note is attached to the first page with a paperclip, covering the entry.

To Whomever Finds This Journal:

If you are reading this, I have been thwarted by my traitorous brother and his unholy cohorts in my attempts to discover an escape from this evil place. My sanctuary and the knowledge within this journal are now yours. Act carefully and do not remove this journal from this room under any circumstance, lest it succumb to these dark forces and lose all reliability.

J.W.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Sat Nov 24, 2012 2:23 pm

Nailah reads it out loud.

"So this room has been safe for some time..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Sat Nov 24, 2012 2:30 pm

"We don't know how long..."

by **Steve Jones** » Sat Nov 24, 2012 2:41 pm

"The journal entries will be dated, right?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Sat Nov 24, 2012 2:47 pm

"Maybe. Let's see..." she says, lifting up the note.

by **Narrator** » Wed Nov 28, 2012 9:02 pm

July 1st, 1892 ???

At last my sanctuary is complete and I may begin recording my observations of this living nightmare in which I have been imprisoned without fear of them being erased. I know not the true date of this entry as my very memories are victims in this place. I do, however, remember how I came to be here.

My brother Albert sent me a letter asking for my assistance in his study of an occult site in the English countryside. The Braddock Manor was, in fact, a troubled structure. More troubled than I ever anticipated.

The entry goes on in great detail about strange phenomena; moving objects, waking nightmares, and so on. Then he wrote about obscure occult facets of architecture. Then...

Then in the basement we found the one of the artifacts most feared by our order, The Black Cube, and all went wrong. Albert's twin Spanish bodyguards grabbed me as he produced a key from his vest pocket. By Imhotep, it was The Omega Key. An insane looking woman joined him as the traitorous snake inserted it into the box and the next thing I remember I was back in the parlor. Only it wasn't the same parlor. It was rotten."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 4:49 pm

"I... I think this place is much older than it looks." she says as she notices the date, reading the entries out loud.

by **Samantha McManus** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 4:50 pm

"I like this less and less..."

by **Steve Jones** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 4:56 pm

"... what year do you two think it is?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 5:21 pm

"What do you mean 'think'? It's 1979."

by **Samantha McManus** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 5:27 pm

"Aye, isn't it?"

by **Steve Jones** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 5:39 pm

"79?" he shivered.

"I thought it was...1977..."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 5:44 pm

"How is that possible? Unless..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 5:50 pm

"We're all... confused. We know that..."

by **Steve Jones** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 5:52 pm

"This Ward guy didn't know the year either. They must... take new memories."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 6:02 pm

"You think you might have been here for two years?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 6:03 pm

"Would he have to? Couldn't they make him think it was any year?"

by **Steve Jones** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 6:14 pm

"But I... don't think they did."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 6:16 pm

"How would you know? How would we know we're right?"

by **Steve Jones** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 11:16 am

"I don't know how. I just... feel it."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 11:33 am

"We can't... we can't trust our feelings, here."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 11:53 am

"Okay don't freak out now, but we can take a look to see if anything looks like it doesn't belong." she says carefully.

by **Steve Jones** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 12:07 pm

"Oh no no no," he protested, "No way."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 12:20 pm

"How would we even know?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 12:46 pm

"It was just an idea..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 1:29 pm

"And I'm asking, how would you know what didn't belong? Do you know any of us that well?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 1:36 pm

"What? No, I wouldn't know. But you might. It's... I don't even know how but when I opened my head I could look inside. How do you think I got my fear out?"

by **Steve Jones** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 1:46 pm

"I... don't want to see inside my head..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:12 pm

"And if it's in our head, how would we even know it's wrong?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:18 pm

"Well do you have a better idea?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:22 pm

Samantha gave a frustrated sigh, turning away from Nailah.

by **Steve Jones** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:25 pm

"I certainly don't," he admitted with a sigh.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:46 pm

"Well what are we going to do if we can't even trust ourselves!?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:47 pm

"...fine," she mumbled.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 4:03 pm

"We'll be really careful, okay?"

by **Steve Jones** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 4:52 pm

After a moment, Steve nodded and sat down.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 4:58 pm

"Just... if you do it to me I'll want... some privacy."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:06 pm

"No one has to let anybody look. I'll go first, Steve already looked in there anyway and you can see what it's like..." she says, sitting down on the floor and pulling out the Head Key. Placing it into the key-hole that appears on the back of her neck the moment she touches the key she turns it and just like that the top of her head disappears.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:17 pm

"Well maybe I don't trust my own judgment, Miss Weaver..."

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