Document 921

If you're reading this, I'm most likely missing. Either that, or - I'm so so sorry to say - Someone has found me dead. I need you to listen up. I need you to have an open mind. Only maybe three or four of you reading and/or listening to this right now will understand… THIS WAS NO ACCIDENT. If I frantically sent the title of this document (921) to someone or a couple people I know, it SURE AS HELL is way too late. If I am missing DO NOT - I REPEAT - DO NOT COME LOOKING FOR ME. In choosing to do so, you are putting your life and the lives of those you love in EXTREME DANGER. Please, whatever you do, don’t look for me, SO HELP ME GOD, DON’T.

In my Google Docs, I have another document titled “Research” - DO NOT OPEN IT IF YOU TRULY VALUE YOUR LIFE. This document contains research and information (of which I apparently knew too much of) that most would view as either an unrealistic hobby, or as the deranged notes of an undiagnosed schizophrenic. PLEASE DELETE IT IMMEDIATELY!!! Also, amongst my possessions, there is a mint green notebook with a drawn picture of my signature mushroom on the cover. DO NOT OPEN THIS!! If this notebook is found, BURN IT IMMEDIATELY. The notebook also contains information of which I began collecting in 2016 similar to that in “Research”. Again, PLEASE DO NOT OPEN IT, BURN IT IMMEDIATELY.

As a child, my family lived in the middle of the woods. There was a field next to our house, and in that field was a “scarecrow” but it was always too far to properly see any details on it. So far, only my older brother and I remember it (I haven’t brought it up to him in a while, so he may have forgotten as well). I grew up feeling watched consistently, even when I was alone in my room. The feelings dissipated when we moved.

Five years after this, I was introduced to a possible theory. I began doing research on this supposed theory, keeping the notes in that mint colored notebook. I began having dreams, really really really weird dreams. I can only remember four as I’m talking about them here and now; The only thing I remember from the first one is looking out my grandma’s back window and seeing a tall monochrome clown over in the RV section of her property. As I opened the door to investigate further, the clown had transformed into the boat that was sitting in the corner of the RV section. My older brother stood there staring at it, his back facing towards me. This was all happening as an eerie out of tune nursery rhyme was playing in the background. I don’t remember anything after that.

The second one was in the woods where I used to live. I was running down this trail that we took once as a family. I was running down that trail, and a tall man, black and white, was on the edge of this trail. He wasn’t the same as the clown. He was well dressed and had a manly build, yet had no facial features. I was running with my head facing forward, I never once turned. He was in front of me on the edge of the trail, and then I passed him. Then he was in front of me again, I passed, he was in front of me, I passed, he was in front of me. It didn’t matter how many times I passed him, he was always in front of me. The last time I passed him, I followed him with my eyes and head, falling into a black abyss. In a sense, the end of that dream was the infamous “falling dream”.

The third one, I can only remember bits and pieces, but it was very long. I was at my cousin’s house in Idaho with my brothers. My 2 brothers, 5 cousins, and I ran to the far end of their property. There was a stream that was connected only to itself, with a large island in the middle. The stream was fairly wide, and the trees on either side of the stream had “twinkle lights” or “fairy lights” draped in them, sending out a bright warm light, so we could see what was going on. Everyone got in the water and we enjoyed our time floating around in circles in the stream. Our parents came up and watched us for a while, laughing, cheering, smiling, and talking. Then, more random people began to show up doing the same, until there was barely any room on the side of the stream, opposite of the island. Then I saw the man again. The tall, faceless man. He stood out amongst the crowd. I felt terrified, so I screamed out to my mother, my uncle, everyone, but nobody would listen to me. I screamed every time we passed him on the stream, as he got closer and closer to the edge of it. On the final lap around, the man was gone. I was flooded with relief. When I opened my eyes after a large sigh, the man was on the island and pulled me out of the water. That’s all I remember about that one.

The last one I remember every detail very vividly, and it was very very different. I was camping with my family, as I usually do in the summer. I didn’t see any signs, but in my mind, I knew it was our usual spot at Teanaway. The swimming spot looked different, though. It was deeper, to where you couldn’t touch the bottom without submerging your head. There was a giant boulder where I would assume many adults and older children would jump off into the water, but only one person was up there: The tall man. I was in the water with my brothers when I saw him, but this time he took a different approach. When I noticed him, the only thing he did was extend a long, spindly hand towards me. I pointed him out to my brothers, but they didn’t see him. I looked back at my mother, who wasn’t paying attention, and then up at him. For some reason, I smiled slightly, and nodded my head towards him. I turned back to look at my mother again to see if she had finally noticed the man as well - which she hadn’t - but when I turned my head to look back at the man, I was up on the rock with him. I slowly walked up to him as he again extended his hand towards me. I took it and we jumped. We jumped into the water, but as soon as my head went under, I was immediately coming up and out of another pond, and the tall man guided me through the property. The scenery around me looked similar to my Uncle’s property, with the main house being to my right. It was a slightly hilly terrain, but just over the first hill, there was a short cement brick “fence” almost, with a mid thigh-high entrance. As we passed through, I saw a small, beaten down shack with one, small, glassless window. The shack looked very worn and had a silver, wavy tin roof that was beginning to rust on some parts of it. So, passing through the gate, the tall man spoke to me for the first time throughout any of my dreams. He “looked” down at me as a voice boomed inside my skull, “You need to be inside the fence everyday by sundown.” We continued walking towards the shed. He opened the door and said his final words to me that haunted me for months after the fact. He faced me once more before saying, “You now belong to Toby.” He closed the door and I woke up.

That single phrase, as I said, terrified me. Who was Toby? Where was I? Why did I have that dream? I found no answers as to where or why, but I did do more research over the past couple days and finally discovered who “Toby” was. I stopped investigating them altogether after at least one of my questions had been answered.

About four years after I stopped investigating, at about 5:30 PM April 31rst of 2019, I left home sporadically with a friend of mine. Early morning May 1rst, I asked him to meet my aunt and uncle (the ones who own the property in my third dream) and we went to go see them. Afterwards, I asked my friend to take me back to the house that my brothers and I grew up in, which he did. As we passed the house (it had been sold, so we couldn’t go inside), we also passed the empty field. We stopped just before the cattle guard that’s just passed the house and stretched our legs a bit - we had been driving for hours. The next part was weird, but I’m not sure if my memory isn’t quite right (I have been having severe problems with my memory ever since the accident after we left Deary). If my memory is correct though, it was completely silent. No birds, no insects. I felt like we had to whisper there because it was so quiet. We got back in the car after about 5 or 10 minutes. We drove past the house and the field again, but there was just one thing different this time; the “scarecrow” was back in the middle of the field.

The feeling I had when I was a child - all the anxiety, paranoia, the feeling of being watched - it all came flooding back to me all at once. Yet, this time, it didn’t go away when I moved houses. Since May 1rst of 2019, this feeling has been with me. For nearly two years now, this feeling hasn’t left me alone. These last 3 weeks (as of Jan 12th, 2021) the feeling has been getting more and more intense. I’m not sure if it’s just my mind, or because I’ve been doing more research on all of them than I ever have before, but regardless, it’s getting worse. It’s going to seem strange, but I’m going to start documenting my days. Lord knows how many I have left.

Tuesday, January 12th, 2021 - Approx. 22:45

I’m actually writing this about 3 and a half hours after it happened, but it was still really scary.

So I was sitting out in front of the apartment, it was starting to get pretty windy, but only for a little while. About 10 minutes after the wind had stopped, I was sitting in the chair with my back facing the wall (just to the left when you walked out the front door), just casually sending Snaps back and forth to my friends and smoking. I saw something moving at the top of my eye, so I looked up expecting to see a cat or notice that the wind was moving the tree again. When I looked up though, there was no cat and the trees were completely still, the only thing I saw moving was the gate.

I disregarded it at first, but it just kept opening slowly and closing slowly, just opening and closing, opening and closing. So, me being me, I got up to investigate, maybe to see if there was wind over by the gate that was out of reach of the tree. When I got to the edge of the sidewalk, there was a noise I hadn’t noticed, at first, but I noticed it then. As I noticed it, it just kept getting louder the closer I got to the gate. It sounded like the trees were ruffling their leaves together, like a white noise, but the trees never moved. They were entirely still, so I walked over to the gate and closed it, but the latch was stuck. So while I was trying to get the latch unstuck, the gate started moving inwards towards the private property, so I started walking away.

When I got to the tree, I turned around suddenly. It had sounded like someone was running up on me, but there was no one there. I heard more footsteps to my left, then right behind me, so I turned around again, thinking they had run around the small apartment building, but again, there was no one there. The footsteps were running all around me, and freaking me out, while the white noise kept pulsating in and out of my ears quietly in the background. The rocks to my right were crunching and shifting as if someone was walking over them, the concrete sounded like there were hard sole shoes smacking against it - needless to say, I was very overwhelmed.

I looked back behind me again in a desperate attempt to see what this thing was, but my neighbor across the way opened his door and scared the crap out of me. Everything got quiet again - no white noise, no footsteps - just the sound of me, running my little ass inside.

The last thing I have to say is that around 1:28 AM, I heard a growl over my music. I barely heard it the first time, so I thought it was a part of the song that was playing, but when the next song came on, it happened again. It came either from just behind my cedar chest, or from inside the closet. I’m not sure, but I sure as hell didn’t investigate that one.

Thursday, January 21rst, 2021 - Approx. 18:15

I swear to God, he’s everywhere I look. I was waiting for the 120 city transit bus when I thought I kept seeing him. From my location, I could see the top of the slope that leads down into Fran Rish Stadium to my right, the foggy parking lot for the old Albertsons behind me, the empty fog filled parking lot for a clinic or center to my left, and a partial view of the foggy parking lot to the bank directly in front of me (my view was obscured by the intentionally planted trees).

I thought I saw him on the hill above Fran Rish Stadium, which made me very worried. I thought I saw him in the bank’s parking lot right in front of me, just lurking in the dark. Last, I could’ve sworn I’d seen him at the edge of the grass, right behind the tree to the right of the clinic. I turned around and was immediately startled by movement, only to realize that the movement was made by a woman, apparently a nighttime jogger. My anxiety was through the roof.

I don’t exactly know where my mental state stands currently; I feel as if I’m going insane! Is there any possible way that I may actually be a Schizophrenic? I have no history of it throughout my ancestry, could it still yet be possible?

It can’t. My brother saw the “scarecrow” in the fields when we were little as well. He’s felt their auras, supposedly. I can’t have Schizophrenia. More than likely, I was merely sleep deprived, having woken up around 5 this morning, which is extremely early for me. Nonetheless, the mere thought of seeing that tall, faceless man in real life made me feel like I was in a horror movie.

I suppose all we can really do is wait and see. Luckily, the nightmares haven’t started up again, yet I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, or if it’s very, very bad…

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2021 - 6:55 A.M.

“I married the tall man??? I’m not complaining, I promise I really don’t mind, but what made my brain choose him? Was it a real wedding, or was that merely meant to feel like a dream? No, it couldn’t have been, Anna was there… Wasn’t she? Or was that someone else? I don’t know, I can’t remember. In my dream, I was about to put on makeup and take my medicine when I woke up. I’m not sure. It’s 6:55 AM on Wednesday, February 3rd, 2021. I’m not sure what to think, but I feel obligated to this somehow, like I should start wearing my ring on my left hand now instead of my right… I don’t know, maybe I should.”

This is what I wrote in my notes on my phone this morning. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I do know two things: One, I’m not currently on any prescribed meds. Two, the dreams are starting up, again. For nearly 5 whole years, everything was completely and utterly quiet. I had no interest in this whatsoever. Yet, 10 months ago, I randomly ran into it and jumped right back up on the bandwagon. “Why me?” I keep wondering this to myself, but deep down I truly know why. Deep down, I want Them to do it. I want Them to stalk me. I want Them to kidnap me and I want Them to torture me, beat me if needed, kill me even… I know for a sheer fact they won’t keep me around if the time comes, but if they did, it would only be for shits and giggles. They’ll feed me just enough to keep me alive.

Currently, I have no idea what their plan is. I feel like I’m going insane! I’m not, I assure you, but I feel like that’s what they’re trying to do. I need to hold out. I need to hang onto whatever little sanity I have left. I can’t let them win, I won’t. Not just for me. Not just for my brothers. For anybody who feels this exact same connection to these - I hesitate to say it - people. They’re murderous, yes. They’re psychotic, yes. But none of that means that they are not people. I’m not going to say humans (some are animals, others are creatures, some possibly from other dimensions), but it doesn't stop the fact they still have a conscience, thinking mind. They are aware of what they do, they are aware of the fact that they can do it and no one can stop them.

16:53

I ran across an odd photo. I was looking up information to attempt to process my dream from previously stated, when I started to get bored. Since I was bored, I saw a suggestion on the Google Search page and my curiosity ended up getting the better of me. Naturally, I clicked on it. Everything appeared normal, until I reached a particular sketch: It was of a man with strikingly white hair coming down just below his shoulder blades. He was depicted with piercing, lighter gray eyes, a wide brimmed bowler hat, white gloves, and a sterling silver hair tie clasping his hair that was draped over his right shoulder. His left hand was raised, covering his mouth and chin.

The moment I clicked on this photo, something hasn’t felt right. Like someone is pressing their hand into my spine urging me to move forward, yet I’m sitting perfectly still. The weird part is that I’ve seen this person before. Not just the sketch, the actual person. I used to sneak out of the house a lot back in the summer of 2019 and just walk around the city I lived in at the time.

Anyways, on one of these walks, I saw a taller man who looked similar to this minus the white gloves. He was walking right in front of the old Albertsons, close to where I was the other day. Does this bear any connection to what I was seeing that night? Is he merely just a spin off of the tall man from my dreams? Is it possible that both of these beings are both very much real and in the case that they are, are they alive? I have so many questions, but no answers to those questions, but at the same time, I’m the only person on Earth who can even begin to answer those questions, even hypothetically. I’ll record my dreams from now on in my notes page on my phone, I will only record them here if they pertain to this specific topic.

Saturday, July 3rd, 2021 - 17:36

There’s nothing new. My last entry has been the only thing for the last five months. Was it all my imagination? Just a rouze my mind created to take up time in my completely tedious life? Either way, things seemed to have stopped once I moved out. I have my own place now, I have a wonderful, loving kitty, and I’m making almost double minimum wage where I am. Yet, for some reason, I still feel lost. Even more so than when I was doing the Research. I feel a deep longing to be elsewhere, but I don’t even know where that would be. I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. Not here, not at my mother’s, just nowhere. I have no idea what’s going on. I feel as if I’m slipping into the depths of depression, even though my life is the best that it’s ever been. Depression’s claws keep me grounded where I am, and I’m desperately fighting against it, trudging through it’s rotting corpse, it’s sticky entrails slowing me down, as if I’m wearing stilettos whilst walking through knee-high, thick, black molasses...

***Dear Reader: None of the events taking place in this story are true. This is a fictional short meant solely for the purpose of entertainment. Thank you. ~AU***