Story Weeping At The Swamp

[NovelNovelist]

WEEPING AT THE SWAMP
[EPILOUGE, this is a foundation for the rest of the roleplay]

When I was traversing by myself at the coast of Manhattan, Tribeca, I could hear several that night. I recall, it was a foggy night of 1916. Just below 10 degrees Celsius, I wore a very warm coat just to keep myself from-freezing that cold winter night. I was on night shift that day, began at 19:00-some PM. Arrived cold. The office was dimly lit by a very small candle, the air conditioner failing to do it's job. I got out, and there and then, the unexplainably incomprehensible sounds coming from the fogs. I would investigate, but it is coming from the other side of the island.

When I went to the airstrip, there were six and half a dozen planes. I made my way north, entering a recently bankrupt motel. Noone was working. The chilling ambiance sent shivers down my spine. To the south, there was the swamp coast, If I recall correctly, I remember there being a very small cave that spanned all the way a quarter of the size of Tribeca.

I asked one of the officers there, 2 in total.

"Do you know where I can fix the air conditionere? I'm freezing, even with this coat on. - I said, still shivering, when I spoke, a foggy mist came from my mouth just to show how cold it was.
"Negative." - The officer said bluntly.

I nodded and took a leave westsouth, where the fog was most visible. I could barely see myself.
...20:37 PM. I heard it again. This time from the radiowaves when I was monitoring the cameras by myself on the office.

 

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When I investigated further, I found a graveyard to the further north and a pool to the further west.
The patterns were very peculiar, as if a strange entity came here. Most were related to occultism

I was tempted to push my boundaries and go further. However the fear was too much.

I looked around and found a docks port. It was empty. I decided to look for an axe anywhere.

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When I drew forth on the graveyard. I knew it was accursed. Every grave had been dug up. Not even the corpses were there.

When I went south... I saw it. The entity. It's sharp claws cried out that it was not human.

The eldritch abomination wore a dirty white robe, with big black stains. The robe seemed to be a mental patient's one. This was likely a phantom.

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The face was distorted. An incomprehensible mess of biologically impossible features. Completely black eyes.

"Worship me." The phantom whispered. I ran in fear. Then and there, the figure was chasing me.

I kept accelerating towards my office.
I entered just in time and shut the door flat on the creature's face.
It desperately clawed the metal doors.
I got a chair to block the creature from entering.

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23:09 PM.
There is no noise. The radio station sent ultrasonic soundwaves. That when deciphered, give the same sound as the entity.
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My mind was on the brink of insanity.
The airstrip, I was told, was burnt down by some arsonist, while it's really just the entity.
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The docks imploded. Now there was really no way out.

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I got out of my office, back to the graveyard. I took a shovel, axe and a lantern.

000:000

That note was left on the ground where I looked down.
Poorly written handwriting and several occult symbols on the back
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I went to that motel again. Looked for anything of use. Only found a pen and paper.
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"Është errur"
I heard that noise when going to the pool. It was now 23:49 PM.
I took a bucket from the pool. And filled it with what seemed to be contaminated water. I also took some empty journals.
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Finally, to the forest. There was a paved path leading to nowhere. I hung a rope I found in a hangman manner. And tied it tightly on a tree next to the path. Then placed the water filled bucket on the other side of the pathway. After doing so. I wrote on the paper "Who are you?"
I burnt the journals to attract the being.