Entry 269: 14-9-7-8-20-13-1-18-5

You’ve awoken

How do you feel?

Is the world a beautiful place?

Is it even real?

No doubt you’d like to stand on your beliefs

No doubt you are thinking, where could I possibly be?

I have the answers you seek

Even those you don’t realize, you need

In order to learn the truth

I require a simple sacrifice from you…


Two holograms of two earths stand before your sight

Choose one…

Left or Right?



Entry 267: We Who Feast

*Heavy Breathing*

There you sit at the edge of your bed

Trying to sleep

Imagination bringing you dread

Wondering what’s that noise you hear?

Calling your Mom

Only for her to find nothing at all

Checking the closets

Under your bed

Still I sit here breathing

Practically tasting your dread

Your Mother won’t see me

Your Dad will have no clue

No one will ever figure out what happened to you!

One morning they’ll come in

You’ll be gone

They’ll call the police

Everyone will get what happened wrong

You’ll be a missing case

Forever unsolved…

*Heavier Breathing*

What was that sound at your window?

Perhaps it was just a tree?

That shadow, surely isn’t me?

The low thumping of your bed

It was nothing

Just the house shifting

The wet feeling you feel on your face

Surely isn’t me salivating


*Extremely Heavy Breathing*

Can you feel it?

I’m breathing on you

The tears in your eyes

Showing the fear welling up in you!

This is it

Now is the time

The moment where all your nightmares

Come alive!

All those tales about how monsters aren’t real

Soon you’ll see…


*Muffled screams*

*Heavier Breathing*



Licking your face

You are already tasting great!

Mmm…I love the taste of helpless suffering!

Such a nice meal for me

Time to whisk you away

Using your own bed sheets!


…They’ll never know your suffering…

They’ll never learn the truth

They’ll never know the identity of

…The ones who ate you…

-We Who Feast-

Entry 266: Grandma’s Pie

My old bones work hard

Retired though I may be

I make the best pies

In all of town,

You see?

My grand kids are so sweet

Always trying out all my new recipes

It’s nice to have that family time

Rare since the advent of technology…

My sweet little dears don’t care

At Grandma’s they have no reason

For technology

They say

Grandma, bake us a pie please

We want some of those tasty treats

These old bones go downstairs

Grab the meat & start to prepare

I tell my little grandchildren to stay out

No interrupting ol’ grandma’s process

If you want the best pie in all of town

You need to put those old bones to work

You need to make them grind

Doesn’t have to be your bones you see?

Simply need some of the sediment for the pies themself

Another great thing to have

A sound proof prepping lab

These pies can scream like you’ve never heard

Saying the most horrid things

“I have a family!”

“I won’t say anything!”



It’s funny to believe the words said

They are pies as far as I’m concerned

You can’t believe they create real speech

No, that’s a trick of the heat

As they cook in the old oven

What’s that sound I hear?

Turning around I see my granddaughter…

Oh dear

What have we here?

She looks a tad shocked!

Oh well…I suppose it would happen eventually

Going back up stairs after prepping one last pie

My grandson says my pies are extra delicious!

He asks where his sister is

I tell him

…She’s feeling a bit sick…

In a few days time, he’ll accept the story of her sudden sickness

Her unfortunate death

If not, he’ll taste quite delicious

Just like his sister

His Mom

& also

…Dear old Dad…

-Grandma’s Pie-

Entry 265: In The Depths

In the depths far down below

I hear you screaming

Each night, deeper I go

Still you continue pleading

Wishing for hope

I cannot give

The lower I go

The colder it gets

The other night I felt ice upon my face

Still, deeper I went

Your screams grew louder

I lost more of a grip


My reality

For the closer I get to your final resting place

The sadder I feel internally

For I was the one

Responsible for your fate

Every night diving deeper into this place

I search for an escape

Tonight I dive even further down

The ice is even colder now

I see you there

I pray for change

Knowing it will change nothing

I push even further still

You cold glassy eyes

Stare me in my face

I think to myself

Surely I’ll die this time

Maybe I’ll gain an even worse fate

Then, just as we are about to meet

I awake

The knowledge in my head

That it’s my fault you’re dead

Last night

I swam again

Into that dark place

The one which sealed your fate

It’s the only place I dream of now

Sadly though…

I’ve started the swim over

You’re always so close

I just wish to say sorry

I didn’t mean to run you off the bridge

Nor did I anticipate

Such regret

This is the way it is

Your dead

Clearly in unending pain

I suffer eternal grief

Maybe one day I can find a way

To make right

My mistakes

Another night is upon me now

As my eyes grow dreary

I prepare another dive

…Deep down…

-In The Depths-

Entry 264: The Farm: Lambs To The Slaughter

Stepping through the next door I came to a dark room. Inside I could hear heavy breathing. Scanning around quickly gave me the answers as to why. There were bodies strapped to tables struggling beneath blankets. I pulled one of the blankets off to find a man with no eyes & no tongue just squirming.

I tried to loosen the straps but, as I did a whispering began to resonate through the room. It sounded like a womans voice which said:

Sheep wander into a wolves den
Thus they become prey
Strapping them down
Taking out the eyes & tongue
Soon they’ll be ready
As a sacrifice to Him
Soon they’ll become
-Lambs To Slaughter-


The whispers of the the woman stopped & soon I heard a horrifying sound! The sound of buzzing.

…The sound of a saw…

I struggled harder with the straps but, as I looked down I was taken aback as the man in the straps began suddenly began smiling! There was some sort of twisted, warped laughter that came from all the bodies! They had stopped struggling & though their tongues were taken…

…They still laughed…

A distorted cacophony that mixed in with the sounds of their bodies being sliced in two! I scanned the room again with my flashlight only to realize there were two saws, on a mechanism that moved around the outside at the same pace before finishing with a row & eventually moving inward.

I watched as body after body spewed blood! This mixed with the laughter was horrifying enough but, the amount of blood that flew everywhere made things far worse! I stayed low & waited for the madness to end! I prayed for it to end!

My internal pleas for an end to the madness were temporarily answered as the saws met in the center, at the man I’d uncovered and stopped. Though they had stopped, they had not done so before cutting through the man from end to end & spewing blood all over me in the process!

The sound of a door opening could be heard in the distance. I got up slowly, picking up my flashlight & camera before realizing my battery was low. Checking my pockets I took an extra set out and replaced the batteries in my camera before slowly walking toward a now open door.

It was dark but I could here a gasping from down below. I slowly walked down the stairs, making sure to be careful with every step. Upon reaching the bottom I noticed a woman in a chair. The woman’s wrists were slit & her eyes were missing. It was apparent she’d been dead for a while.

The womans red dress was already stained with blood & on her chest was another poem. Hesitantly I moved in closer and read the poem.

Jane committed a wicked sin
She thought it best to bring all to an end
Slowly digging into her wrists
She let herself bleed
He wasn’t very pleased
So to prevent her from finding her way
To the beautiful pearly gates
He removed her eyes
Leaving her forever blind in the after life
For her sins…
-She Will Never See Again-

What is happening around here?!

I didn’t have long to ponder the question before my flashlight began flickering. I quickly checked my other pocket, where I had some spares & replaced the batteries but, it didn’t help.

The flashlight flickered even more frequently. I looked ahead to see Jane looking at me with a demented smile. Surely my mind is playing tricks on me…right? My light flickered even more violently till it died.

Soon I heard a low laughter and my flashlight came on to show Jane’s chair was empty! My flashlight then died once again.


-The Farm: Lambs To The Slaughter-

Entry 263: The Farm: The Girl

I awake to the sounds of laughter echoing from a hall that wasn’t there before. Picking up my flashlight, I scan the room & quickly notice the door from before…the one I came through to get down here…

It doesn’t exist anymore!

I look ahead and notice the hallway stretches quite far. Seeing no other way to go, I slowly walk down the hall. The farther I walk, the narrower it feels like it is getting. Turning around I notice the room I was in is no longer there.

Whispers can be heard through the hall as I continue to press forwards. I hear my name repeated over & over again. I push further ahead and notice the walls which were practically suffocating me prior are beginning to give more leeway & the path was beginning to open more.

Up ahead is a door & as I open it & step forwards, I realize I’m in a house again. I hear the door shut behind me but as I turn around and look, there is no door there anymore. It is a black wall. There is no way back. I hear a low laughter again, up ahead. It sounds almost like a child laughing.

Stepping forwards I notice the doors on the walls of this hallway begin to rattle & soon enough shake violently. The laughter soon turns to the screams of a child, which echoes from the walls, growing louder the further I push ahead. The more I think about it the worse the decision to come here seems.

What happened to the other souls who came here?

Am I to become another of the missing?

Trying to push that out of my mind I walked to the end of the hall to see a mirror. Gazing into it, I see only darkness. The hall, my own reflection, none of it is reflected in the mirror itself. Instead I can hear crying from the other side as the screams of children finally subside.

“Help me…please.”

The voice of a child echoes from the other end of the mirror but, there still is nothing to see within the mirror itself. I put my face closer to the mirror & try to see anything at all. All I see is black & the muffled cries of a child asking for help again.

What is this? I ponder to myself.

It doesn’t take long before I notice something coming from the mirror. It looks like water, dripping from the mirror itself. A hand soon reaches out from the other end of the mirror & two eyes open wide! I see the horror, the want for help but, the realization that no one is coming for the child.

It’s as though they are asking some unseen force, praying for help as they now bang on the mirror from the other side! I take my flashlight and smash it against the mirror! The child continues to struggle to hold their breath as they smash from the other side of the glass!

I give the mirror another huge smack with my flashlight!


I begin banging relentlessly in the vain hope that it’ll shatter & I can save the child on the other side. What feels like hours but, I know, must be seconds goes by as I watch the increasingly desperate banging of the child on the other side of the mirror, begging for help!

Then…to my horror…

They are unable to hold their breath any longer and I watch as bubbles ring out & they fight for any hope! I’m helpless as I continue to bang on the glass! They fight harder until they thrash about and disappear! Suddenly I see their hand one last time, as they and their face smash against the glass mirror!

Their eyes are wide open! The shock of their imminent death is on their face! I back up to the wall and then run as hard as I can at the mirror before launching forwards with all my might!


I feel my body crash into the mirror but, to my shock the world around me has shifted & the mirror pulls me within itself like water! I fly out the other end of the mirror, crashing into a barely lit room with water flooding in behind me! Coughing and standing up, I quickly grab my camera & check it.

Somehow it is completely dry, as is my flashlight, despite I now being soaked! Standing up I scan the room and look to see a single tub in the center of it. The tub is full of water & inside is a girl in a white dress. Turning her over the awful truth becomes obvious.

She is dead!

This is the same girl I saw struggling on the other side of the mirror but, how?!

I take a few photos & also record her for a moment for identification purposes. On the off chance I make it out alive, I want to be able to identify & give closure to any potential grieving family members. Then again, she could be a victim of her own family for all I know.

Looking around some more I find another piece of paper with another poem. The poem reads as follows:

Little Mary prayed to God
Little Mary cried a lot
Nothing said & nothing done
Would ever save Mary from drowning
Death would come for Mary
Drowning would cleanse her soul
Death would take away all her pain
-Such Is His Will-

I took a photo of the poem & then set it back down. Half in shock & half pissed off I looked ahead to see there was only one door ahead. I would have to assume it was the way out.

Then again…

…It could be the beginning of another nightmare…

-The Farm: The Girl-


Entry 262: The Farm: Forgiveness

*Blue: Daniel & Emmy plays on the radio*

The place looks dead. I suppose it’s no surprise. They say something terrible happened here. Personally, I’m just here for my footage & in some ways the mystery. The small hope that perhaps, I’ll find the answers to the legends of this place.

Did the original owners kill each other?

Were they influenced by some sort of paranormal entity?

Did they kill themselves?

Why have so many disappeared around here?

What is going on at The Farm?

There are a lot of rumors & plenty of stories about this place. That’s pretty standard for any local legends, I suppose. Black Winter is certainly not short on mysteries or strange happenings but, I wanted the truth…

…As any good investigative journalist would.

My name is Jin Katayama & I’m going to be investigating the mysteries behind The Farm.

The man who agreed to take me up here is the only one I could find willing to do so. I suppose that isn’t an entire surprise. The air around here is cold & there is a dark feel about it. It’s like you’re being watched by something. As we got closer to The Farm, the radio began to grow more static ridden.

The Farm is way out on a massive plot of land. We are talking miles & miles of land owned by one family. The James Family worked generation after generation bringing this place to life & reaping the spoils. Now, the only remaining family member just lets it rot, swearing it is cursed.

They tried selling it but, with all the disappearances, came the legends & with that (as well as with what happened to The James Family itself here) people began to want nothing to do with The Farm.

It died, a once prosperous land, now nothing but a refuge for the missing or soon to be dead & a wealth of mysteries.

“We are here. This is as far as I go. Just beyond that gate, you head straight for another mile & you should arrive at the main home.”

My driver seemed disinterested in going any further & I couldn’t blame him really. I payed him, stepped out of the car with my backpack & gear, soon after watching him drive into the distance.

It was cold, which seemed normal enough for the time of year but, there was something in the air. It was so quiet & as I could see the sun getting ready to set, I thought it a good idea to start walking. I had been given permission by the last James family member alive to do as I wished on the land.

Investigate to my hearts content I believe were her words. She wanted nothing to do with the land. Nothing at all. The only thing she asked was who to notify in the event I went missing. I half laughed at the thought but, then I explained I had no one so she needn’t worry about that.

It took a short bit but, I finally arrived at the home. I’d been given the keys to every place I’d need to look into. I was told if there was a lock I didn’t have a key for, I probably didn’t need to be minding what was behind the door anyways.

Stepping up to the door & unlocking the home I walked in. The moment I walked across the threshold of the door though, I felt myself instantly taken aback by an intense pain in my head & then voices, screams! Seconds later, it was gone & I was fine. Looking around I realized the family home was in as much disrepair as the land itself.

I set up my gear & prepared myself for my first night alone on the land. I’d set up several cameras around various parts of the house and soon took my own hand held camera & a flashlight outside to scan The Farm. There was an old barn, and some empty pastures which is nothing unusual on a farm. There was also an old church on the land where the father, Gregory James used to preach.

The church has since been abandoned due to everyone’s belief that the land is tainted by the Devil or some other stories that are probably non sense. I decided to walk towards the church & as I did I began to hear a low humming. Approaching closer it became more distinct. It was almost like chanting. I couldn’t make out what was being said but, I stopped & filmed the church anyways.

Stepping away from the church, I was met with silence again. Curiosity was beginning to get the best of me as I decided to walk back towards the church.

*Low chanting continues again*

There it was. I couldn’t make out what was being said but, there was definitely some sort of chanting that grew louder as I stepped closer to the church. I was intrigued & partially afraid as I stepped closer. The chanting was growing louder & more intense as I stepped forwards. I began to feel a darkness in the air, I couldn’t explain.

My first thought was that someone was messing with me but, as I walked closer, I felt myself more compelled forwards, almost as though I wasn’t consciously walking but, being led by the sound of the chants on a sub conscious level.

Before I knew it, I was standing at the edge of the church doors. I could hear a faint sobbing as I reached for the door with my left hand. Touching the door I felt an dread for which I couldn’t explain. I listened to the other side of the door & clearly heard a sobbing beneath the chants that become very loud at this point.

The chants were in a completely strange language I’d never heard. I began to feel a low compulsion inside my head…almost like a sleep coming over my mind.


The sound of a womans screams rang out and shocked me out of my trance! I ripped open the doors to the church & saw nothing! The chants were gone but, there was a sound in the back. The shadows had taken over the church which was quite dark as the sun had set.

Looking around I heard an almost swaying sound as I slowly moved forwards. At the back, near the altar, I found the source of the swaying. Hanging from a rope, in the rafters of the church, was a woman’s body. Scanning her, I saw she was bleeding! It looked as though the blood…

…It was fresh?…

Looking closer, I realized she was cut open from the chest down to her bottom. There was a cold lifelessness to this woman. You could sense the torment and despair of her death & yet, in the moment, her face simply showed emptiness.

A low laughter rang out behind me & I turned to see if someone was there. Nothing visible was there. Turning back the woman’s body was gone. There was no noose, there was nothing.

There was definitely a woman there…right?

In my studies, there was never a record of occult activity or any form of cult. The church here was well respected until the tragic death of the family that lived on the land itself. None of it made sense but, I suppose that is why this place is such a mystery.

*Baby crying*

I shot my flashlight upwards as I heard the sound of a babies sobs. Looking around I saw a door to the left, and another to the far right of the building. Opening the left door, I saw stairs leading up.

I figured I should check this first as I could clearly hear a baby crying upstairs. Upstairs I followed the sounds of the crying to the corner of the attic. A blood soaked baby blanket lay in a crib, the sounds of crying now ceased.

The blood looked fresh but, there was no baby anymore. I looked around the rest of the attic & listened. I heard nothing but the creaking sound of the wood beneath my feet & the sounds of the old church settling. Dust covered almost everything in here. As I scanned the almost empty attic I suddenly heard singing below me.

Quickly, I rushed downstairs only to realize the singing was getting louder but, it was still beneath me. I scanned around to where the noise was loudest. Looking down I noticed a door & a lock. This wasn’t here before, I thought to myself. I searched through my keys & tried them all on the lock.


I decided to see if I could break the lock but, upon pulling out some cutters I realized it was too big of a lock for me to break off.


I turned around to see the door to the far right was partially opened now. I went inside to find it was the pastors office. On the desk was a piece of paper with a poem written on it. It read as follows:

Jesus loves me
This I know
For he tells me so
Every night as I try to sleep
I can still hear him whispering to me
I hear him say repent for my sins
I hear him tell me to kill them
Jesus speaks of love
He speaks of forgiveness
He says if one seeks forgiveness
They can find such only through pain
He told me to seek forgiveness
To be forgiven
I need only do one thing…

To my shock, I could hear a man whispering these things! At the end of the poem, a loud BANG rang out! I jumped back, nearly falling out the window behind me! Once I regained my composure I looked back at the desk to see a key.

On the key chain was the word:


I slowly reached for the key & picked it up. As I did I heard a shifting downstairs & the singing stopped echoing from below. I headed towards the door in the floor of the sanctuary & hesitantly tried the key on the lock.


The lock fell off and landed with a heavy boom on the floorboards. I pulled off the chains around the door & as I opened the door I heard a low laughter. I wanted to stop, out of fear. Every bit of me sensed this was a potentially horrible idea but, as I stepped onto the stairs, I felt myself compelled to know what was happening here.

The stairs creaked as I headed down. It was so dark that my flashlight only lit each step as I headed down. The sound of a clock began ticking. I couldn’t tell if there was actually a clock or the sound was inside my mind. It had a pervasive feel to it…like it was inside my mind & spreading over my body…possibly even into my soul.

Every step taken the ticking, as well as the back and forth of a pendulum grew louder. There was the sound of voices as I forced myself to press forwards. Eventually I made it to the bottom & upon scanning the area noticed bloody chains hanging from the ceiling above.

A television set turned on. At first it was static but as I got closer a tape began playing. In the background children were singing the poem I’d read from upstairs, over & over again.

…On the tape itself was a man delivering babies before cutting them open & chopping them to pieces…

The women on the tape sat in a circle & smiled as he did this.

…All the while…

…That poem was sung by children in the back ground…

I felt myself growing sick as the singing grew louder. How could mothers let this happen to their babies?!


I felt dizzy as the tape began to show the women eat their babies! More nauseous as they laughed & sang of forgiveness, thanking the man who killed & cooked the newborn children!

A chill ran through me as the camera panned in on one of the mothers.

“You will know his love soon too, Jin!”

How did she know I was here…HOW DID SHE KNOW MY NAME?!

Overcome by a nauseating smell in the air

…Everything went black…

-The Farm: Forgiveness-