Chapter 1
I'm going to die soon.
Nobody cares, as a matter of fact it feels regular for me. The life of everyone I know goes on regularly as if this won't be the last they see of me. I can't remember anything past this day. All I know is what is to come, best way to describe it is like an overwhelming sense of deja vu. We're at a family reunion, everyone wearing their paper party hats and celebrating in the kitchen with the newest radio on. I feel sick to my stomach, and I stare into the room where my dying brother lays. I can't bring myself to walk to him, not even crawl. My heart is beating so hard and fast it could rip open my chest and make its way to his room quicker than me. Not sure how I know he' dying but my gut says so. I slump over on the floor against the wall that connects to the kitchen. The putrid smell of death creeping out of my brother's room throws me off completely. How long has he really been decaying for? He's really gone? Why can't anyone hear or save me? Everyone is still in the kitchen with their little party hats. The last thing I see before I die is this exaggerated eyesore of a pastel wallpaper.
The music is nothing but white noise, I can't feel, I can't see, I can't smell. I'm dead.
I'm going to die soon.
I feel it, my intuition doesn't seem the type to fail me. I'm asking myself, "Have I died here before?" Or maybe that's what I predict for myself. Everyone is eating in the kitchen with those..party hats..
I walk over to my brother's room but a force pulls me back to the spot against the wall that gives me a feeling of overwhelming dread. I am stuck in this fallen position and I scream for help. No one cares, no one saves me. I'm dying right now. Will it be all over? I died.
I'm going to die soon.
My heart's racing faster, I rip the party hat off my head. I don't know where my desperation and anger is coming from. I'm tired of standing here at this reunion party. Oh? My brother died just now. Yet it seems like I'm used to that. Why? It feels like I've been here forever, this day hasn't happened before hasn't it? I fell to the ground. No, no. I'm dying again.. someone help- Wait-…again?
Someone save me.
{August.8th.2022}
We've explored the abandoned suburbia of 1967s poison case. This was a sick case of an organized genocide of a whole town. One of the biggest and terrifying mysteries the world has left aside until now. Taking place on a Christmas Eve, everyone in the suburb has died. supposedly all the bodies have been transported to make our job easier. We were just sent here to search for valuable antique items. One of the houses the team and I came across gave off the stench of rot, don't get me wrong, all of these homes reek, but something about this stench was fresh, and far more overbearing, it was the smell of fresh corpse.. We had the impression this forgotten property was untouched, immediately we investigated the house to see if any junkie might've broken in and OD'd.
The house itself gave me chills, although the sight was even more eerie. The peeling dark wallpaper, the termites and many pest infestations. We hear the sound of a very crunchy radio, it was playing an old song with the words beyond unintelligible. We follow the noise to come across dark stains on the ground against a wall, followed up by a horrifying 55 years worth of decomposed corpse lying above it. I felt a hit of distress and anger within my body. Into the kitchen was much worse, a skeletal body sitting in each chair around the table with little paper party hats. That was the final straw for me, I quit my job after that day. Everyone was goofing around and two of them were dancing around this other body in the room across from the kitchen. They seemed to be more surprised on how the radio still functions. These morons have been in this gig for a while, they must've been desensitized to the sight of corpses. Yet something about their disrespect didn't sit right with me. Not that I could speak on it when I'm taking from the homes or the deceased. Something aside from the sight and smell was off putting. Although everything around was decomposed, something felt very alive. Who am I kiddin, these kinda jobs should honestly come with free therapy. Though what really stuck with me was how we didn't even question how these bodies remained in such good condition, if they never went through the embalming process and had been exposed to the rodents and insects..and why did no one ask..who gave them all fresh, crisp, paper party hats?..
