Welcome seekers to an archive where the shadows whispered tales entwined with the unknown.
I am the archivist, your guide through these narratives are forgotten catastrophes, lives
lost, and stories forgotten. Walk into the dimly lit rooms where even the
dead revealed their secrets. These unfortunate souls find their stories preserved within these walls,
their endings lost were it not for this. Join me, intrepid seekers,
as we traverse dark pathways or suspense, horror and the unexplained. The
journey begins and the terror awaits you in the dread excitibus. I know you
like these movies, but how many times can that woman survive those alien things
and keep coming out? Okay? I don't know that she was ever okay
at the end that time, it looked like she jumped into the water or
magma, whatever was. She had one insider. Well that's why she did
it. Well, I guess I can't blame her. Man, What a
nice night look at the stars. You still don't want to talk about work,
do you? No? I don't like talking about that When I'm with
you. You might escape from that. Oh why don't you quit? Then
you might be a lot happier with a baby on the way, Harold,
we'll make it it's a baby, not an alien. Well, the way
he's growing, I wonder, Oh it's he now, so you know it's
a boy. Well, I don't know. I guess I'm just imagining.
I watched this guy. What's he doing? Oh god, oh god?
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, Santra,
hang on, no, don't go to sleep, don't go to sleep,
Sandra. Harold, listen, carefully, always listened, carefully listed the what
honey tell me? Audiophile corrected seeking next closest Tunstadt shot shot. You're awfully
quiet, quiet, You're right right. Told children you wouldn't want to hear
the stuff. Prowd was scared of here, scared you think you scared me
all of my life. Since that night, I've been terrified to ever meet
you. You were the monster under the bed or in the closet. You
were the shadow hanging over my whole life. You took her for no reason.
You've heard her, and you've ruined everything. Well, I have news
for you. I'm the monster. I'm the shadow, and I'm gonna make
you feel all of it. You and I are gonna have a long night
together. Mister russy, what what is this? You know how I made
you go to sleep before so you wouldn't feel anything. I'm gonna make you
stay this time. You're gonna stay. I don't believe there's a hell for
things like you, So I'm gonna have to be that hell. I'm gonna
be that hell just for you. I'm gonna hurt you, Marco. I'm
gonna turn you inside out. No, no, no, you know I
heard the story once a long time ago, the Vikings and who they were
right. They would pull your lungs out your back to the ribs that they
broke, and they'd let you suffocate. Imagine it. You're gonna feel that.
But there's no end in sight for you, my friend. How could
a dead thing suffocate? We were gonna have a child. Did you know
that? I suppose you didn't? Doctor girl? Please stop hurting of him?
Stop? Did he stop? He killed her? He killed you.
I'm gonna make him feel it. I'm gonna make him suffer. Oh my
god, So Marco was the one who killed his wife and then Emily.
This is crazy. I can't the last tape. What could possibly be on
this? After listening to all that I'm not sure I even want to keep
going a fuck? All right, Claire, I'm sitting here in the room
that I tortured a dead man in My hands are shaking, and I'm so
tired. I think I could sleep for a month. I feel different.
I know there's just no going back. The tapes that I've left you you
can determine well, whatever it is that you need to to be all right.
I snapped when I realized this man, this thing was responsible for Sandra's
death that night, when I held her in my arms while she died.
Do you know how much that hurt. I'm sure you could imagine. I
wouldn't wish this on anyone. You see, Every night I go to the
cemetery where Sandra's buried, and I have lunch, and I talked to her,
but she never talks back to me. She never has. Even when
this gift began, she was the only one who would never speak a single
word. I tell myself it's because she might be in heaven, but I
don't really know. No angels or devils have ever spoke to me, only
strangers, and I try to help them. But what can I do?
But it's over now, I'm done after losing myself to this feeling, this
revenge. If I'm being honest, I know now the Sandra would never speak
to me. How could she? Why would she? The man that she
loved is lost in this monster. Now I won't be able to stop.
I could just imagine another bad person laying on my table, and then myself
becoming this agent of retribution, simply because I would own only see the man
who murdered my wife. I don't deserve this gift or curse or whatever.
This last tape was meant to explain things to you. I'm checking out,
Claire. There's things I need to tell you, but I feel that if
I say them out loud, I won't have the courage to do what I
have to next. So I left this last tape and an envelope here for
you. Inside you're gonna find a few pictures. One is of Sandra and
myself in a movie theater photo booth together. That was the last picture we
would ever take together. The next is a picture of her. I thought
that you might want that. That last picture is of me holding you as
a baby. Even though your mother, my Sondra, died, you survived,
you made it kid. I couldn't raise you. I was too messed
up and hearing voices from dead people. What kind of childhood would you have
had? So I let you be adopted, and I stayed close enough to
watch over you because I believed that's what your mother would have wanted. I've
watched you become a brilliant detective, probably the best one who ever lived.
Because you have found me and he didn't even know you were looking. Your
mother has to be so proud. Anyway. I hope you can move forward
all right after all this, I'm sorry for everything. Live your life,
or Claire, because life is for the living. I love you always,
Doctor Harold Lumley. Goodbye, Harold. Thank you. It's file complete.
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