Season 5 - EMILY ROAN : The Nomen Child
Where Names Are Stolen, Echoed, and Hungered For
Chapter 15: Echo Burial
Location: Sablepine Grove - Hidden Sect Grounds, 4 miles southeast of Tallowridge
Date: November 27, 1985
Time: 3:17 AM
Filed under: Unauthorized Necro-Anthropological Excavation / Echo Rites (Obscured Sect Practices)
“There are places where the dead do not lie. They repeat.”
SITE: THE ECHO BURIAL GROUNDS
Sablepine Grove was believed to be just a forest-until a forest fire in 1982 exposed bone rings just beneath the moss. All attempts to map it failed due to compass needle distortion and auditory hallucinations reported by surveyors.
🔍 Known Features:
• Dozens of graves arranged in a spiral formation, none marked
• The trees bleed clear sap when Emily approached
• Emily’s recorder picked up low rhythmic thumping, like a heartbeat in the soil
• The center holds a saltless cairn, ringed in moth wings and finger bones
FILED FINDING: JOURNAL ENTRY #88 - "The Silent Funeral"
Emily described a ceremony she witnessed in a dream the night before arriving:
“The mourners stitched their lips shut.
They laid down in the dirt..alive ..and let the soil take their memory first.
Then their breath.
Then their names.”
The same moths from the cairn appeared in her motel room that morning.
RITUAL: “THE UNRAVELING”
An occultist’s manual recovered from Father Brelt’s estate referred to a rite used to retrieve stolen names from echo-buried spirits.
Instruments Required:
• Hollow reed flute carved from ash tree infected by bone rot
• Hair strand from the “vessel” (Emily’s) first memory
• Stone from the center of the spiral cairn
• Whisper offered backward at midnight
Emily performed the rite.
At 12:00 AM, the earth pulsed.
From every grave, a single whisper rose:
“She is not hers. She is a returned.”
INCIDENT RECORDING: “THE CHORUS THAT BREATHES”
Dr. Rios played back Emily’s recording from the ritual site. The whispers were overlaid with gasps, as though someone else exhaled through her mouth at times.
Audio waveform analysis detected:
• Three separate voice profiles..all in sync with Emily’s breath
• The final recorded phrase was not hers:
“She buried us, and left before the soil finished.”
PHENOMENON: ECHO WALK
At dawn, Emily’s footsteps looped themselves:
• She walked forward. The footprints followed behind her
• Each print contained fragments of fingernails and baby teeth
• One was labeled in pink wax:
“Emily - attempt #2”
Emily broke down screaming. Witnesses described her scream as “two voices folded together.”
DISCOVERY: NAME-THIEF REMNANT
Under the saltless cairn, Emily uncovered a rotted leather doll stitched shut across the mouth and belly. Inside:
• Threads made of her own hair, despite never having seen it before
• A voice box containing a warped lullaby in her mother's voice
When the voice box activated, Emily vomited dirt. Within it: a milk tooth engraved with the name:
“Annelise Roan”
CONFRONTATION WITH “THE OTHER”
Emily reported waking up to see herself standing in the treeline.
But this version of her:
• Had no pupils
• Breathed out moths
• Spoke in a voice both younger and older
She said:
“I wasn’t named. You were. And now I’ll take what you didn’t use.”
Emily ran.
The version did not follow...only smiled, then melted into the soil.
Chapter 16: The Motherless Womb
Location: Holloway Asylum - Disused Maternity Wing, northern hills beyond Gravenloch
Date: November 28, 1985
Time: 2:04 AM
Filed under: Psychogenic Transfer / Maternal Refusal Disorders / Womb-Curse Artifacts
“A child without a name is a door. A womb without a will is the key.”
SITE: HOLLOWAY ASYLUM - MATERNITY WING (DEFUNCT SINCE 1961)
Closed after the Ward Refusal Uprising, where 11 patients in late-term pregnancies simultaneously chose not to name their unborn children...defying medical and ritual protocol. All fetuses were stillborn.
Unresolved anomalies:
• Births occurred at the exact same second (3:33 AM)
• Blood smeared on the walls spelled “Let none speak her into being”
• The nurse who assisted vanished without trace, her shoes found filled with amniotic fluid
ARCHIVED PATIENT: RUTH AMBLE, WARD 4C
Ruth Amble was Emily’s maternal great-aunt. She claimed her womb was “rented by something older than blood.” In her final transcript:
“If she takes a name, she will unmake the others I had to eat.”
Ruth hung herself using the umbilical cord extracted from her own body.
EMILY’S ARRIVAL
As Emily crossed the threshold of Ward 4C:
• Her hands began to bleed, specifically from the lifeline crease
• The hallway elongated, extending by 14 feet in five seconds...measured on video
• A lullaby emanated from behind a sealed surgical theater:
“Your mother’s voice, borrowed by the womb that waits.”
Emily began to cry blood, later determined to contain traces of fetal tissue, although she has never been pregnant.
DISCOVERY: THE NAMELESS BIRTHING CHAIR
At the heart of the surgical theater was a rusted birthing chair still stained with unclassified dark fluid.
Embedded within its frame:
• Six jawless baby dolls, all made from preserved skin
• A single syringe filled with vocal cord resin
• One patient bracelet: “Amble, Ruth ... NULL MOTHER”
Emily sat in the chair. A wail erupted from the pipes, one that mirrored her exact cry as a baby (verified via childhood cassette).
CONFRONTATION: THE WOMBED ONE
As lights flickered, Emily was surrounded by silhouettes of pregnant figures, faceless and humming. They whispered in unison:
“Name us. Name us. Name us. Or you will be named instead.”
Then came her mother’s voice, whispering from the air vent:
“I named you what I wasn’t brave enough to bury.”
Emily screamed her own name.
The humming ceased.
One silhouette broke apart, releasing a small, eyeless girl holding a tag:
“Emily - Prototype B”
BLOOD-LINK CONFIRMATION
Later lab analysis revealed:
• Emily and Ruth share a rare mitochondrial mutation found only in three known maternal lines in North America
• The fetal residue in Emily’s tears contained partial matching DNA to the lost Amble fetuses
• An unknown genetic marker read:
“3.3.3 ... Roan doesn’t begin. She repeats.”
Chapter 17: The Teeth in the Crib
Location: Saint Ebella’s Abandoned Orphanage, Southern Ridge of Gravenloch
Date: November 29, 1985
Time: 1:17 AM
Filed under: Oral-Resonance Infestations / Lingual Silence Phenomena / Entity Reincarnation Protocol
“Tongues are for lies. Teeth are for inheritance.”
ORPHANAGE DOSSIER: SAINT EBELLA’S, EST. 1928
Once a Catholic refuge for war orphans and “speech-defective infants,” Saint Ebella’s was shut down in 1963 after the Tongueless Mass Incident, where all 44 children were found asleep in their cribs, their tongues cleanly removed, replaced by:
• Baby teeth that weren’t theirs
• Charcoal-lined prayer slips that read, “We bit the names too soon”
THE CRIBS OF CONFESSION
Emily entered the rot-wood nursery where the cribs remained intact.
Unnatural Findings:
• Each crib contained a perfect circle of baby teeth, positioned like halos
• The wood beneath was carved with strange syllables resembling Old Roanian dialect
• One crib stood out, darker than the others...its tag read:
“ROAN / ALTERNATE 3”
Inside it, a full set of adult molars, blood-wet and still warm.
EMILY’S TRANCE
Upon touching the molars, Emily collapsed.
She entered a mental communion known as a “tooth memory,” common in Bone-Echo cultures.
Within it:
• She was back in Saint Ebella’s, now active, filled with mute children
• The children pointed to their mouths and then to her
• A single girl whispered through a hole in her throat:
“We chewed the name before it was born. That’s why it bleeds now.”
When Emily awoke, her mouth was full of broken glass...yet she was not cut.
THE MIRROR CLOCK
At the far end of the room stood a shattered mirror with a clock embedded inside.
The second hand moved counterclockwise.
Etched at the center:
“You are the fourth. The tongue born backward. The scream before mother.”
Emily’s reflection showed no teeth, yet when she touched her face, they were present.
CHORUS OF THE UNNAMED
Suddenly, from the ceiling vents came the click-clack of teeth dropping.
They rained down...hundreds...bouncing on the floor in deafening rhythm.
Then the voice came again, composite and dry:
“Give the mouth a name. Or your body will be chosen instead.”
Emily screamed her name backward:
“YLIME”
The teeth stopped.
One tooth remained on her palm. It read:
“Prototype 1”
CRYPTIC DNA CORRELATION
Later analysis of the molars showed:
• Adult age range of ~34 years
• Traces of a defunct bloodline last registered in 1889
• Root surfaces embedded with microscopic carvings:
“This mouth knew your name first.”
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