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…
#1
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Two holograms of two earths stand before your sight
Choose one…
Left or Right?
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The things I do, I do for you
All the love and care
How I tried to build you up when you were down
Only to be ignored the moment he came back into your life
Did it feel good that night when you took your knife
Burying it deep inside?!
Did you love the way the blood flowed as my heart slowly died
Killing me slowly, the entire fucking time?!
I felt every slow stab
Part of me loved it
I am not gonna lie
Every emotional moment, a new twist of the knife
Slowly cutting me up inside
As you happily ended my life
One beautifully placed word at a time!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I know you loved it, I saw it in your eyes
The day I died!
You played so coy and so sweet
Oh, you were the perfect killer really
Acting innocent, playing so kind as can be
You lured me in, building me perfectly again
I knew it then, though I couldn’t stop
You were always going to kill me in the end
My sweet poison, my beautiful addiction
Twisting my every emotion with your words
Playing me like an idiot who just needed to think you cared
I’m sure it was quite beautiful really
I knew the entire time, you were spewing nothing but lies
However, I couldn’t stop
I needed to know you were there
I needed to pretend you cared
Love, the most dangerous emotion of all
I couldn’t stop caring
What is really fucked up, is how you stabbed me slowly
AGAIN AND AGAIN
Shredding me to tiny pieces
Psychologically toying with me
All the time never truly giving a care
I knew it, but why could I not stop then?
Why couldn’t I run away?
I knew you were the death of me and yet still…
Here I was, trying to be there for you…
You were in my very mind
In my soul
I couldn’t get rid of you!
You were the sweetest drug of all
I, an addict!
That’s why, as I died
I looked you in the eyes
Wanting an answer for how one could be
So full of manipulation and deceit?
So charismatic, that they could bring me to stay knowing
They were going to kill me in the end
To still want to care, letting you take the knife to me
A willing sacrifice
Death, no real escape
For after you stabbed me in the heart
Laughing all the way
Every piece of the pain as you picked apart my flesh
Devouring it,
Some part of me still cared
I was still addicted to wanting your love
Even knowing I never had it
So after I died
I came back to get him
Slowly watching him at night
Getting to truly understand the one you used to toy with me
The other puppet in your life
The one worth killing me for
Then when the moment was right
I came to him one night
I recorded every thing…
IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!
The way I chained him to the chair
Then took my own knife
Slowly licking his face
Cutting him to pieces
Oh I stared him in the eyes
The shock on his face when he realized
His death was at the hands of his best friend
The one he was betrayed by in the end
A long dead ghost
Now I slowly picked apart his flesh
Embracing the drops of blood that came from every cut
Letting him bleed!
Tearing him apart slowly!
I made sure everything was so perfect in the end
Making sure he knew how deeply personal this was for me
I killed him VERY FUCKING SLOWLY!
I WATCHED THE LIFE LEAVE FROM HIS EYES!
Then to my surprise
You were already there
Watching the entire time
You were filled with so much glee
The perfect killer having turned me…
Into a monster just like you
Once again, you had won
I was yours to do with what you wanted
Even in death you had won
Manipulating all you come across
You slowly whispered in my ear
You’re eternally mine to do with what I want
Look at the monster I’ve made you become
Be a good pet my dear
Feel the sweet anguish I still bring to you
Take the knife to yourself again and again
Feel me slowly killing you
Do this eternally my sweet
Die again and again for me
You are my plaything in death as you were in life
Mine to happily toy with eternally
Love,
Your Sweet Addiction
-My Sweet Addiction-
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-
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-
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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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-
Hand me eternal kings,
Hunt my sin,
Tame the lightless yod.
-?-
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-
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-
I’ve seen many cases in my time, but this had to be one of the most confusing. We received a 911 call at about 11:45p.m. The caller was a woman who sounded frantic and claimed someone was in her home. When asked her address, the phone went dead. Then we received another call about 5 minutes after. It was nothing but silence however, we were able to trace the call.
We arrived at 12:04a.m. Upon our arrival we found the door to a very dilapidated home was wide open. Inside the place there was a ton of things scrawled all over the walls. Most seemed like the writing of a lunatic but one room caught our attention. It was a small room and inside was nothing but writing all over the walls.
On 3 of the walls was written:
HeIsAlwaysWatching!HeIsAlwaysWatching!HeIsAlwaysWatching!
HeIsAlwaysWatching!HeIsAlwaysWatching!HeIsAlwaysWatching!
HeIsAlwaysWatching!HeIsAlwaysWatching!HeIsAlwaysWatching!
HeIsAlwaysWatching!HeIsAlwaysWatching!HeIsAlwaysWatching!
This was written hundreds of times over! It was unnerving.
On the 4th wall and on the door when we shut it was written:
IMPORTANT:
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We haven’t figured out quite what it means, but we are still working on this case. Most of it makes no sense and if I’m honest, I find it a bit disturbing. We have enlisted the help of the public. Perhaps they can figure something out. Hopefully we will figure out what happened soon enough.
Hopefully we will find this woman who called us alive.
