The Bagman Blogs

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=== October 10th, 2019 ===
Do you guys believe in spirits? Not some hocus pocus that got itself spat up from a cemetery, but a real spirit. A figment of something that knows more than you do. Something to help. I think I saw one tonight, and if this isn’t the sort of junk to go on the internet, what is? 
It’s been a rough week to say the least, so I’m not even really surprised. Quick bio: I’m 38, attend Green River community college, am working on a degree on electronic media marketing, and my girlfriend just dumped me. Yesterday, actually. I know it’s just a phase, but it’s still hard to forgive her. So, I did what any reasonable person would do, meaning I drank enough to drown a fish and went out to see if she was walking around outside at two o clock in the morning. Don’t judge me too hard; I could barely dodge the sidewalk. 
At this point, I don’t remember a lot. I strolled through the local park in a happy haze of forgetfulness, rediscovering my need to breathe here and there when I put down the bottle. Not the best of times, I suppose, but not the worst. It was probably somewhere around six in the morning when I saw it, which is only something I can figure out now because I remember the sun just beginning to come up. I was standing in the forest, shirtless, cold, hungry, and just buzzed enough to know I was miserable about something but not quite sober enough to know what. I had just finished off my bottle of cheap vodka when the world went all twisty and I fell to the mud. 
I was face down in the mud and I made the mistake of taking a breath. Feeling the cold mud clog up my throat, I let out a hacking cough and a garbling moan. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was flailing around weakly as the air seeped out of me in short, sickly bursts. 
Then I saw him. 
The spirit was shorter than I would’ve imagined, but there was a sort of watchful intent in the way he stood. He was dead still as the trees behind him seemed to twist and fade, blurring so that he stood out. The hoodie he wore was a crisp, clean black, so dark, it looked like a hole in the tripped out painting I was observing. Everything was just smudges of faint light with that one beautiful black dot. There was an unearthly quality in the way he stood there that made it look unreal in some way. Detached, but expectant. It was so beautiful I almost cried. 
Then he walked away, and I tried to chase after him, but he turned the black void that was his head towards me, and I had a vision. Thousands of people with bloodshot eyes and blue skin and dark rope burns and swollen lips and red spots and scratches over their limp necks as they lay on the floor in some many different places. By the time I could see the forest again, he was gone, and I was running back to my apartment as quick as I could to grab a computer and another bottle of vodka, and that’s when I started typing this. Not sure what I’m going to do with it, but I might as well write it down. Maybe I’ll show it to my kids or something once that happens.
=== October 10th, 2019 ===
So, I’m not sure what I was thinking when I wrote that, BUT WHAT IN THE HECK HAPPENED? I wake up at a normal four o'clock in the afternoon and suddenly, I see that I have a blog post about me seeing a ghost, Amazon opened to “magic ghostbuster zapper”, and a wiki page about shadowy figures. I read through all of it over a nice breakfast of pounding hangover, which enlightened me on exactly how much crazy I got myself slammed into. There’s no reasonable way to know what I saw, but nobody became the greatest by being reasonable, and I intend to find out what he was.
=== October 12nd 2019 ===
Ok, so after 15 hours of internet research, I’ve found basically nothing. People in black hoodies are everywhere, and most legends of them are about serial killers or mind-controlled puppets. I know that’s not it, though. There was a watchfulness about this thing’s actions, and I obviously had a fascination with it after going on that hike in the early morning. It might be nothing, but how does that explain what I saw, and how does it explain the strange feeling of action I have? 
I can’t think of another time where I’ve been more motivated to do something. It feels like he’s right behind me putting ideas and optimism into my head. Normally I’m pretty bummed after another one of our breakups, but this time I know better. Patience is key. On a related note, I was checking my ex’s Instagram the other day, and she’s already got a new boyfriend! It’s just like her to try and make me jealous, but this goes too far. When I get her back, she’s going to know that what she’s done is wrong.
=== November 3rd, 2019 ===
I finally found a credible story about the spirit! It was written by a man named Patrick Anton, also known as the Manhattan Strangler. He was born 36 years ago and died in prison in 2018 after he choked himself to death with a toothbrush and an old undershirt. During his reign of terror, he was reported to have killed 17 different people, and when he was captured, he spoke of a mysterious, benign entity in a black robe that would watch over his crimes and disappear when the police were getting too close. It was reported that he had extreme paranoia and was found in his cell, dead from asphyxiation. There are some people online that say he was murdered, but police find it unlikely. 
It seems like the spirit was friendly to Anton, as authorities found much evidence wiped away by some sort of acid on the crime scene that Patrick claimed not to recognize, despite freely confessing to his other crimes. Maybe he wasn’t the bad guy. There are some people that need to be dealt with.
=== November 17th, 2019 ===
I saw them! I was walking around at night again, seeing if I could find the spirit, and there she was with him. They can’t hide that from me anymore. They thought that they could keep it out of the socials, but I’m still here, watching them. He’s not right for her; anyone could see that. Maybe she can too. 
I was watching them from behind as they sat on the park bench together, and that was when I saw the spirit, directly ahead of them. He was watching just like I was. At one point, he glanced over to me and turned away, and this time, I followed him. He walked slowly, almost casually as I scrambled after him. The traitors on the bench let out a yell of surprise, and the man asked who I was. Like he didn’t already know. She told him I was “Just a homeless guy,” but I kept running. I ran until my breath gave out and the spirit was still slowly walking away, always a step or two out of reach. I collapsed into the dirt, hacking and coughing until the world went dark and my hearing turned to mindless fuzz. It didn’t even look back. Why didn’t it look back? Maybe I was supposed to. Maybe she knows. If I would’ve known more, I could’ve had it.
=== November 18th, 2019 ===
There’s this dream I had where I’m sitting alone in my room, and nothing outside is real. It’s just me and this computer, and there’s so many people knocking on my door. It’s her new boyfriend and the guy across the hall and my professors and my parents and all the people I used to call friends before me and her broke up and they’re all just standing there, waiting for me to do something. To act out or scream or fight or do anything, but then it’s just quiet. The roof opens up and she’s there, standing over me in a blank void, and she slips a plastic garbage bag over me and all of those people, and she shakes it up and all the air is sucked out, but I can still breath. And I’m floating in a void with all those people as their faces slowly turn blue and go limp, and it’s so peaceful. Before I wake up, I always see her, floating around with her own bag, and I feel so angry. She should get her own dream.
=== January 27th, 2020 ===
I talked to her today. I was in the park again, looking for the spirit, and she walked by me, only a couple yards away. Her black coat swished in the wind like a shadow while she looked over her shoulder. Walking out of the bushes, I breathlessly asked her what in the spirits she thought she was doing? She seemed taken aback, just standing there, not answering. I grabbed her by the shoulder and she ran. I wonder what the problem was. I checked her status a couple minutes ago and everything seemed okay. I’ll have to talk to her again. 
=== January 30th, 2020 ===
He told me what to do. He’s going to help.
=== February 14th, 2020 ===
It’s all going to be okay. He spoke to me and now I know. I have a glorious mission in store. He has so much to teach me, and he helped me get so much done. Me and Amy are living together again. The spirit helped me confront her ex. He will not be a problem again. The spirit told me that there are more people I can help. All the friends I lost finding the spirit, I can get back. All the family that never talked to me, I can have back. All the time wasted will bring me so much reward. There’s so much more to do.
=== February 27th, 2020 ===
They needed to know. She’s so proud of me.
=== February 30th, 2020 ===
There will be more after me. So many more. I have a purpose.
=== March 5th, 2020 ===
I have only a few more to enlighten. They will remember me forever.
=== March 13th, 2020 ===
They will remember him forever.
=== March 27th, 2020 ===
The work is done.
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This document is under analysis by the Auburn department of justice to disprove and dissuade the accusations concerning the unjust imprisonment and consequential suicide of Robert “Bagman” Armitage. The purpose of this document is to support the court’s decision on passing judgement on Armitage and to disprove the widespread “Bagman puppet” theory.
“The Bagman,” as he was called, was a dangerous killer who was sentenced to 4 life sentences in Monroe Correctional Complex where he committed suicide after exactly 1 month of intensive psychiatric care. He was proven to be guilty of the murder of 8 separate people through asphyxiation from the period of January 31st to March 27th. His victims were almost always found tucked into their beds with a plastic grocery bag over their head, with no evidence of struggle, with the notable exception being his first murder, which was mistaken for a robbery gone wrong until further evidence presented itself.
During trial he freely admitted his guilt to most of his murders, saying that his victims were “Put at peace,” and informed the court that he was performing “Important research” on an entity he called “The Spirit”. Public attention has been turned to this “Spirit” as protesters argue it would be unconstitutional to convict a man who was supernaturally coerced into committing the crimes he was accused of. 
There has been extensive research into the validity of this claim and as to whether or not the bagman is in fact innocent. His family reported him to be of sound mind as of the last time they talked to him in the spring of 2015, but after he was analyzed by a psychiatrist, he proved to be sociopathic, schizophrenic, and bipolar. The one murder he claimed to be innocent of was the murder of Amy Rodriguez, a fellow college student whom he had had previous relations with. She was reported missing 2 months before the Bagman’s arrest on January 31st by her boyfriend, who claimed two people had broken in somewhere around 3 in the morning wearing black hoodies. They apparently snuck through a 5th story window without a ladder or rope, a feat that very few could’ve done on a modern glass apartment.
One of the two murderers stuffed a plastic grocery bag over the victim’s head while the other overpowered the victim’s romantic partner and knocked him unconscious. They left no footprints, no fingerprints, and no evidence of their coming. Her corpse was found in his apartment in a black hoodie, and the convicted only told the police officers that came to arrest him that “She looks so cute when she’s sleeping.” The other person who assisted in this first murder is unknown and the condemned has given no information on his or her identity. Obviously, he or she was a serious threat to public safety and remains at large.
Some groups of people have pointed to this blog as evidence of a conspiracy concerning the bagman murders and the existence of some sort of being compelling the actions of Armitage and possibly other similar cases. The Auburn Court System finds this claim ridiculous and the protesting that has followed unbased and unreasonable.
Category:Diary/Journal
Category:Crime