Jerry from Marshall doing civic reports. Entry number one for reports of late night
noise undisturbances date March twelfth, twenty one seventy four. Night has fallen over
fig Garden and a series of unusual reports have been brought to my attention.
These reports have been coming in from various people on travelers that have been talking
about lights being seen in abandoned parts of the buildings around fit Garden and sometimes
in Fag Garden, as well as various noises that don't quite see it well
with me, I've decided to open in an official inquiry and begin investigation the
following reports or our reports admitted to our security offers be a writing or in
person. All other security reports can be submitted wirelessly to eight zero five two
four four six nine seventy four. The first report came in from Clara,
the night guard. The report is as follows. I portrayed the perimeter right
keep an eye on the old buildings. Last week. I look up and
there's this flicker lights up in the top suite. I do is someone moving
around with a flashlight, Only it's too rhythmic, like a beacon and there's
no way up there the stairs have been out for ages. Port number two
from Eddie, as a local artist. I sat up my easel across the
street, try to capture the ruins and the twilight. With this chill,
it just rolls down from the top floor and freezes my bones. It's mid
spring, and my paint's gone thick like it's cold. Made no sense,
made it hard to focus, like I was being watched. Now. I
actually took that report myself, Eddie seemed a little bit shaken up. Got
my eye back then, and now that I've collected everything together, yes,
made me a little bit more than curious. Next one is report from Mildred,
the owner of Ashenel, one of the diners here in fig Garden.
As follows, customers have been whispering about voices, soft but insistent, coming
from that old building, the tall one, But it was just the town
playing tricks. Then I heard it myself, a mournful sobbing that seemed to
drift down from the top of that suite, hanging heavy in the early morning
air. Note all of Mildred's reports should be taken with a grain of salt,
as Mildron is known to be well thematic. All dramatic, if you
will, causing a bit of a fuss for things that aren't exactly worth fussin
over. Combined with own with the other reports, it might be worth actually
taking her seriously on this one. Next is from Dusty Tawned Mechanic, as
follows. Working late in the garage, I hear things tools moving, metal
clanging. Figured it was just my brain like usual, until I realized it
was real. Normally my shop was the only place to make those noises.
There's definitely a ghost in fig Garden is definitely haunted. Of course it's not
haunted. There's a logical explanation for these reports, so I just need to
find a source and then everyone will calm down. I planned to visit the
most recent area of the signs and see if there's any activity tonight entry number
two, March thirteenth, twenty one seventy five. I visited the area of
the most recent report but found nothing. Not only was the area abandoned,
but there wasn't any sound or movement, nothing at at all. I spent
a good chunk of mine eye last night waiting for anything to show up and
got nothing. I decided i'd returned this morning to investigate and better lie.
I could swear the area had been cleaned from when I was there last night
to this morning. Part of the building was empty year, but there was
what seemed to be broom marks in the dust on the floor. One area
also looks have been mopped or cleaned up with some type of liquid. It
was cleaner than the rest. Fortunately, that's about all I could find in
that area, So I decided to head on over the Herbs whole day Diana
to grab some morning coffee and think over the case. That's when I decided
to pick Herb's brain on the matter. He's one of the town's oldest cities
in so I figured it might be able to offer some insight. Right.
According to him, there's been reports of hauntings in fig Garden going back to
before even he came to town, which, of course he couldn't tell me
exactly what that was. Tried to ask for some more details, but Herb's
old brain can give me much more than some old stories. Voices here,
movement there, fleshes are light, not much different than some of the reports
we've been getting. Right, but it's so hard happened when I brought up
the abandoned building, specifically that I was exploring that morning. Herb gosh are
with me, stopped answering my questions, started sending Jack out to refill my
coffee. From there on, nice kid, but not exactly a well of
information that I was looking for. Hubs hiding something and I could feel it,
but on a proof before I press him on it and report does this
advance turning and scavenging journal entry? I don't remember. So I decided to
make my way on over the mutant forest of woodwork northeast of fig Garden.
I've usually listened to my journal. You might ask why I've been doing that.
That sounds dumb, but that's because I found an old journal on the
scaff trip that mentioned the forest, or specifically, the journal mentioned that there
is a treasure trove of all tech and in abandoned vehicle deep inside the forest.
Wow. So I decided I'd pack up my bag, leave Tann for
a few days, and head on over there. That one around here knows
that bow Woodward used bay in old Park ran by the city before the collapse,
but now that's grown into some type of unmanageable, untamable, dangerous force.
Some mutated creatures and plants inside of there. Why I do not know?
There's plenty of plants and all that kind of stuff that are partially mutated.
Why Woodward God saw dangerous? No clue escapes me. I can't find
nothing that might explain why it is, Like it is no science center or
you know, sight of a little bomb or anything like that. I got
no answer. Fauld had been curious about that, and I'm part of me
is hoping that once I'm inside, maybe I can find something that to tell
me why they explained the mistry of Woodward. We took it from an unassimming
little park down to a dangerous forest that it is today? Who knows?
By finding that old baying extra bonus ize bows. But I'm almost there?
Hold on, why ain't this a pickle here? I am gearing up to
splunk into Nature's one danger zone, and I plumb forgot about toxic air.
But you know, session's the mother of invention? Was that Henrietta? Anyways,
I'm on search of the locked buildings. If I can find what I
need to make me a mask, I can breathe this stuff in. Uh
huh, well look at that? What do we have here? Some old
air filters, a little bit of holls, little ottle engine nuity I recognize,
can hang me a homemade gas mask. I ain't no toxic garn going
to hold back to this fella, all right, entry, I don't remember,
So I got a little wais inside to explore before turning around, not
shiring the ball. I tell you the things I saw inside. Whoo,
I ask some crazies. I don't quite recognize bloss some plant well, frankly,
I don't recognize most's plants up in there even now, These like giant
mosquito things come on, try to drink my blood. On my way out,
I'll be swatting out of me. Sounds like I hear something with a
baseball back, But I know some on my way back. Once I got
outside of the very forest edge, I know it's a little bit of light
coming from behind me, and I turn around, and the forest up brighter
than the sky for the July. These plants glowing all sorts of soft and
gentle light makes you forget about the dangers in there. So I decided to
say that makeshift camp around the outside of the world of forest. Of course,
knew us nothing, what but the good Lord providing and this this abandon
shack, of course, and let me tell you it's in there. And
looking at the forest, looking at the bugs fluttering around south the glowing plants,
inspiration struck like lightning on a clear day. I started sketching ideas for
maybe using these glowing beauties back home. Maybe some planters around so we can
get some on the city lights. Imagine lighting up figure garden without burning a
single drop of wall. Now ask some what except the whole system of these
plants, you know, like get water and all that. But generally they
just kind of provide a light on their own. Now, that sounds like
a good use of energy to me. So I'm gonna look into that when
I'm out here, look for that treasure. Maybe I can bring something back
to tam Yeah, but before I head back, I must spend there the
next few days, flowing around. It's catch me a map of the place,
so I can come on back and pick up where I laughed off.
Don't see a whole lot of other scabbards or even raiders out here, which
is a little bit odd, a little bit concerning. That's all right.
I'll head back to paying and resupply soon. I hope they don't name anything
for me between now and then. Anyways, Dusty out