Notes

* Eyeless Hobo
* Jane
* Paranoid Man
* Dr. Brundle
* Dr. Piccinini

There's not much on TV nowadays.

So I thought I'd make my own show.

I started putting food and rancid meat in the

useless old box and all sort of little critters

would come and play. It was really relaxing to

just sit on the sofa and watch them eat. But

the small critters started attracting larger

ones to the show.

Some horrid putrid thing kept coming by to

watch. So I would just pretend to be asleep

till it passed. But I think it knows I'm awake.

I think it's watching me, not the show

on the TV.

My eyes are useless.

All they do now is sting and show me stuff

that can't be real.

If that rancid thing wants them,

then I say let it have have them.

I don't know what to do.

I'm not happy.

I'm so, ugly.

And everyone treats me like

I'm not even real.

They're so pretty, and perfect and

They all have friends.

But I'm just, here.

He's so nice, I feel like I matter again.

He makes me feel real.

He tells me that I matter.

He doesn't think I'm so ugly.

He makes me feel so much better sometimes.

But I worry that I'm not good enough.

He wants me to lose weight,

And I'm really trying.

But it's just so difficult.

I look in a mirror and nothing's changed.

I don't know what to write.

I'm not sure if its good or bad.

I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad

I think we're going to have a child,

All he talks about is how ugly I've become.

How ugly I'm going to be.

He tells me he's leaving.

I feel so sick. He hates me now.

And I have all this responsibility.

All because of this parasite inside me.

I didn't think this would happen.

I just did what I was told.

I wanted him to be happy with me.

I want to make a decision.

I want control back in my life.

I want to matter.

Everyone just makes choices for me.

Maybe I'll find someplace where I can be happy. Someplace dark without people to remind me how ugly I am.

I don't want to go.

I just want to stay on this train,

I want to stay in the dark where no one can see me.

I'm sorry.

I waited in the dark for so long.

I lashed out against anyone who got close.

But someone kept pushing me into the light.

It hurt me for a while.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

### Paranoid Man

* 9/22
* 9/23
* 9/24

This place should be empty.

But the lights are on, and I hear something

crawling around. Why keep power on? Why?

I can't fathom what this place even is.

I've tried to map it out but it doesn't make sense.

I though I'd be safe down here.

I'm so far away from those monsters up above,

but even down here I'm not alone.

I told everyone, but no! No one listens to me!

I can't trust anyone,

they're all just serving the monsters.

No one is different. It's just me now.

Why wouldn't they just listen.

### Dr. Brundle

* Personal Archive #86
* #87
* #88
* #89
* #90
* #91
* #92

Feeling good about today, progress continues

almost at an alarming rate given how theoretical

this all should be.

Today we had one of the smaller rodents

continue to move for almost 2 hours after

all of its blood had been drained and replaced

with mix PA22.12.15V
Today I questioned the higher staff, just on how far they think we can go with these experiments. Dr Piccinini took hold of me and brought me into one of the off limits rooms and showed me something I don’t fully understand. Maybe he was playing an elaborate and inappropriate prank. Piccinini told me it was his other “Pet Project”, and assured me that the work we’re doing is of great importance.

I’m beginning to question my fellow scientist’s ethics, if we can truly call any of this science anymore. I fear we’re all stumbling into something dark. And with each “breakthrough” my fear grows. I don’t know how they’ll react when we inevitably hit a dead end with these experiments.

We’ve done it.

I have to get out of here as soon as I can.

These are not creations that should exist.

I don’t know if we screwed something up

along the way, or this was the only possible

outcome.

I can’t get out of here.

The halls are full of them.

They are worshipping Piccinini’s messed up pet.

They swarm around just like the rats.

Dr Piccinini went crazy.

He attacked me in my office screaming about

sacrifice. I hit him over the head and he lost

consciousness, but I confirmed he’s still alive.

I’m going to try to get out of here using the

flood tunnels connected to the rat fluid chamber.
I’m almost out of here but Piccinini’s pet is in the warehouse by the emergency exit. It won’t move while I’m staring at it but when I try to look away it seems to reappear somewhere within a closer radius. If someone finds this please be careful as the creature may still be around.

### Dr. Piccinini

* Personal archive #65
* #66
* #67
* #68

Shrieks and squeals are all I hear.

My dreams are infested with these rats.

If only they knew we are going to make them into something beautiful. If they knew that and had the capacity to, they would respect me.

But no!

It's nothing but screams and wailing!

I can't sleep, I can hardly think.

Even when I'm further away than the sound should possibly travel I can still hear them.
My dreams have found their saviour. A dark creature swabbed in dirty robes now lives within them. They eat the rats and silence the screaming. Soon I will begin work, not this filthy government’s rat work, but my true work. I will give birth to my saviour so they can silence everything.

I showed “Sotiris” to doctor Brundle today. He didn’t know what to think. He just stared at it. Maybe he was just scared. Sotiris is moving now, but only barely. For some reason I can’t get him to function while the camera is on or while I’m looking at him. But he changes form in between these moments.

My dear saviour is growing every day.

I started stealing some of the rats from their tiny safe cages and put them in the hole with Sotiris. At first I wasn’t sure if they would do anything but once I left and came back the rats were gone, the only traces of the rats left was a lipstick smear of blood on Sotiris’ jaw
## Area Notes

* Subway
* Train Station
* Nezumi
* Siren's Lair
* The Last Area

### Royal Phantome Subway

* 1
* 2
* 3

This whole station is just broken.

Lines are run backwards, access panels are hard

to get to, and sometimes the power just cuts.

Since this is considered a "bad" part of town,

the funding for this station is minimal and most

of the construction was done by local residents.

To top it off the last maintenance guy messed up

everything. He told me when he left to keep every

light on, and to either redirect or send off any

trains that arrived.

I've made several attempts to fix the electrical

problems but it's so bad I don't think I'm

getting anywhere. So I'm leaving, this job

just isn't worth the hassle anymore.

If the power goes out on the tracks, you have to reboot the whole system. In order to do that, go to each section and turn off the breaker boxes, then come back here and restart the system.

I've barely been able to keep the power on,

so that's all the advice besides quitting I can give.

It was a slow day when it happened.

Only 2 trains even stopped here, and I didn't see

her until it was too late. I heard her sobbing

as she walked down the tracks. I wanted to

run and save her, but I could hear the train.

I just waited and listened. She must have regretted

it at the last moment because I heard her scream.

I can't stop her, she passes through the walls.

All I can do is ls wait and listen.

### Grand Bulim Avenue

* Page 1
* Page 2
* Page 3

Life was too harsh.

Love was lost forevermore.

They hung from a ceiling fan,

Starting at the floor.

Life was too harsh.

And a bridge was close by.

They sank in water,

Gaping for the sky.

Life was too harsh.

This job just wasn't fair.

They laid in the assembly,

With a sideways stare.

### Nezumi Testing

* Dr. G.L.A Research Archive #120

Subject Cass-3 was originally found in the wreckage of a collapsed farmhouse by a mountain survey team. It was later brought to government attention after most of the crew went missing and then granted to our lab for testing.

It appears like a normal cassette tape but has some major differences. Spectrogram displays of the audio contained do not seem to match the structure or waveform of the actual sound but rather several images of american animal, life, and trees.

Some researchers who spent significant time listening to the subject have been hospitalized for mental reasons often becoming obsessed with a fictional being known as Bayagototh.

### The Siren's Lair

* Spooky Stories for Kids Vol. 1
* Spooky Storied for Kids Vol.2
* Spooky Stories for Kids Vol.3

Once there lived a nasty old man in a nasty old house.

The nasty old man wouldn’t go outside, the nasty

old man wouldn’t play. He sat in his tub, and

soaked in the water all day.

Just him and his music, enjoying the water,

even though it was nasty and green. He soaked all

day and night but he never tried to get clean.

But one day the old man couldn’t find his music,

his radio was all filled with static. He twisted

and turned and tried all the stations and things

got a little dramatic.

His radio fell down into the water and he missed the

off switch. And the story goes that if you visit

his house, his nasty old corpse will still twitch.

Once there lived a nice man with his nice old dog.

The nice man was content, just him and his dog,

watching the years pass by. His house was old, and

deep in the woods, with a little blue patch of sky.

One night the nice man was walking his dog, as was

his nightly habit. But then the dog got out of his leash,

to quickly chase after a rabbit.

The night sky was dark, just barely lit, so the nice

man was filled with worry. But then the old dog

yelped and ran inside as if it was in a hurry.

The nice man went inside and locked up, his worries

for now put to bed. But then out of the window he

saw his old dog, but its skin had been shed.

Once there lived a great old beast in a great old wood.

The great old beast would attack the town and carry

young children away. It screamed and it howled from

inside the woods each night and every day.

So one night the townsfolk hatched a plan to slay

the beast, once and for all. They snuck up close

while it slept under a tree, and then they made it fall.

It growled and hissed, not moving an inch since

the fallen tree held it down. The warriors fought

and stabbed the old beast to finally save the town.

But the stories go that if you visit the woods, that

under a great fallen oak. The great old beast isn’t

dead at all, he just still hasn’t woke.

### The Brain

* This text is illegible...

It lay upon my branches.

Dangling there as a sick reminder of what I rejected. The smug dead face stares at me, almost grinning it seems. like it's happy to be without me inhabiting it.
## Lost Tape Notes

* The Wolf
* The Way Out

I began with bark to be its base.

I used its own flesh, to hold it in place.

I used some sticks, to act as nails.

Then dead face and limbs, to add details.

It pulled me in. to become a ring.

I woke unhuman. I began worshiping

How long has it been keeping us here?

I can't remember anymore.

We can't keep doing this.

I think I found it.

The way out.