Entry 132: The Clocktower: Reflection

I wandered for hours

Having finally escaped

I pondered what might be next for me?

This place gave me scars of all kinds

I bore the obvious physical scars

Deeper though were the ones I bore in my mind

Deepest were the ones in my soul

I’d done some sick things to get out of that place

That woman reminding me of the worst of my memories

The Clocktower had reset every hour and things shifted

Still, everything was quiet…too quiet I thought to myself

There was no haunting voices

No psycho trying to murder me

It was just endless wandering

I had too much time to reflect

What had I become in this place?

Reset

The Clocktower shifted and this time

There was a bridge that led to a platform

So I continued along my path

The moment I crossed the bridge

Like glass, it shattered behind me

The platform was circular

Below me lit up white flames inside a case

It was a clock I stood on

All black

It read 12

Welcome Ren

It is time we learn your true motivations

The voice was dark but there was no one there

Perhaps it was The Clocktower itself

If so though…why was it not taunting me as before?

Are you proud of your actions thus far?

No, I said looking away

I did what I felt necessary…

The dial below my feet seemed to be keeping track of time

Perhaps until the next reset?

It read 12:05

The platform raised

Would you say you are a good soul?

I’m not sure I can judge such a thing

I’d like to think so…but then again

Do men of war see themselves as villains?

I believe they see themselves as hero’s

Even if they are evil at heart

The platform raised again before coming to a stop

The Kid you sent to eternal torment

Do you believe you did the right thing?

I’m not even sure how to answer that.

I obviously didn’t think it right

Then again, it was about survival right?

He seemed very eager to off me

Probably thinking about his own motivations

Not unlike myself…

I didn’t want it to end like that…

I meant well but you know how that goes…

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions…

I thought maybe there would be a way to move forward

Perhaps a way to release their souls in the end

I’d like to do so, should I survive this

Then again…I’m starting to think that won’t be something I can do…

The platform began its ascent again…this time it didn’t stop

If there was a way to escape…would you give up the other souls to do so?

I’d love to say I’d take their place…

But I’ve done some things as of late that make me question myself

Am I the soul I thought I was…or am I just another monster in this place?

There is definitely darkness inside of me

As with the Kid…it usually comes out when it becomes about survival

So, I have every intention of saying yes…I’d take there place

That is what I’d do

However, I won’t truly know unless I get to that point…

…I guess

Do you enjoy inflicting suffering on others?

Not really…but I’m aware some part of me likes it

Some part of me enjoys inflicting suffering upon

Those who do the same to others

Still that is enjoyment in another’s suffering so if we are going

Straight yes or no…then yes

That’s hard to say, but I’m learning not to lie to myself anymore

I would hope my motivations would be considered…

If you had a chance at true vengeance with your Uncle

or

Freedom from this place…could you forgive him in order to ensure

Your escape?

I felt a flood of memories…

My blood boiled at the thought

I grit my teeth without even realizing it

WHAT HE DID IS UNFORGIVABLE!

I’LL NEVER FORGIVE HIM!

What if another’s freedom were on the line instead…

Say Sara’s or The Kid’s?

I felt myself gasp in shock

The question threw me off…

I’d like to say I would…but…no promises

Very well…continue your ascent

The platform raised and the voice faded

I was left with only my thoughts as the platform stopped

What had I become?

Was I truly a monster?

I continued across another bridge

A huge door stood before me

It had screaming faces etched into it

Above it read:

Seek help from beyond

I wasn’t sure what that meant but seeing as there was no way in

I turned and went up a staircase to the right of it

-The Clocktower: Reflection-

 

 

 

Entry 45: Nova Daniels #2

I saw a message on a wall today

In blood, this is what it had to say

7 words hold a key

Rearranged into 5

If you solve this

Then there is a chance you will survive

Unlocking a piece of the puzzle

That is the mystery of this town

Black Winter holds so many things

Potentially answers to questions you ponder

I know this is why you wander

If you seek your husbands fate

Then answers you will need to make

Start here and answer this

Soon enough you will find other puzzles to solve

You can even enlist the help of others in a world beyond

Likely they are reading your plight

Unaware they might someday to

Find themselves awaking in a town they thought

Only a fictional mystery, with an eerie history

That is all I can say

Enough of the 4th wall has been broken for today.

So it was I found a pen

Sitting on top of a trash can and with I wrote

A message of my own

If anyone can see this I pray, an answer you will have for me today

Here is what I found with the pen

A simple message held within

It reads:

Oh Atheistic Wonderfulness Oft It

So if you are reading this I pray to you

Help me solve this puzzle please

I need to find my husband soon

Lest my mind be left in ruin

So would you help me please

To solve this and any other mysteries

I’m putting my trust in you

Please come through

Thank you…

-Nova Daniels #2-

 

 

Entry 36: Nightmares & Tragedies #1: Mr. Smythes Curious Life

Mr. Smythe had a scythe for which he loved

4 women he dated

3 he hated

Dalia loved to please and was very sexual indeed

Clara was super sweet and loved the taste of meat

Rayley quite often berated him daily

While Hayley up and went crazy

Knowing these facts and that one of these ladies had an axe

Of those involved who still lives?

Keep in mind only 3 wound up in coffins in the end

-Nightmares & Tragedies #1- Mr. Smythes Curious Life-

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Entry 32: Daniels Journal: Entry #3

I have been looking into the murders that have been the talk of Black Winter so to speak. More specifically, I was looking into The Dot Code. I’m pretty sure I’m onto something. I’ve been counting the number of dots between each space. More specifically, pay attention to the numbers.

I visited the house where the 911 call came from. I read the message dots. Basically what I came to find was that each dot only increases by one more dot before there is a space. It never goes abo-

(The rest is too thick with blood to read)

Daniels Journal: Entry #3-

Entry 26: Daniels Journal: Entry #2

I haven’t found who I’m searching for…

Everything seems a bit strange.

I left the diner and headed through town, thinking I might get a better lead.

No dice.

Actually something strange happened.

As I drove down a road, just outside the downtown area of the city things started to look familiar. Too familiar. It is impossible but, I realized I was driving down the road to the home I grew up in! It isn’t possible though. I grew up far from NY and wherever this town, Black Winter, is.

I pulled down the street and sure enough, there sat my home growing up.

That…ISN’T…POSSIBLE!

I don’t know how to explain it but there is something wrong with this place.

I felt compelled to go inside the old house and everything was as it was left…

Right down to my Dad hanging by a noose from the living room fan.

My Mothers room, still reeking of sorrow and the smell of other men.

The memories, their too much!

I slowly…cautiously check the closet, and there lay my Mothers decapitated body strewn all over the closet in pieces. She had been…killed by one of her Johns and he cut her into pieces. I came home and found her that way.

How could this be?!

Something was different though. Turning around, above my Mother’s bed, in blood was a message:

A nightmare from your memories past lies in wait, if you wish to find it you need only win my game.

Q1: I hide in shadows. I am truth and a lie. What am I?

I’ll stop there.

…This is too much…

-Daniels Journal: Entry #2-

Entry 8: Rookie Don Winters On His Daughters Disappearance

We got something in the mail today. It was addressed to me. It was a letter, with another dot code…except, we believe it was from the killer. We are releasing it to the public while we work on the case as well.

To Don Winters,

Hello Don. I have something you want. 

You have till Midnight, Sunday morning, and can use any resources you need to crack the code…

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You don’t need a key, you need only pay attention. The answers have always been before you. 

Good luck…

It was only after coming home I realized my daughter was missing. Oh God, please say she is safe!

My dear Emily…

We are looking back through evidence but if the public figures this out, or has any clues, please…please let us know!

-Rookie Don Winters at a press conference discussing his missing daughter-