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Labyrinth of Teeth and Flesh (Beginning of Act II)

We arrived at the drain curtesy of the Archangel, and proceeded to make our way into its holds. The grating on top was sealed, and left little lighting for travel. Theatre Mask used some sort of magic unknown to myself to light the way. His magic came from a solid tube, emanating light. I asked about its origin when revealed, but the only answer I received sounded like a wet gurgle. We had yet to encounter any of the drain people come our third rest, but I knew they were around, and that they knew we were here. I could tell by how Scabs moved around the place, cautious, and alert. It wasn’t until we reached the first stone tunnel’s exit when I realized how wrong we were to enter.

The tunnel emptied into a large cavern, made up of red, pulsing flesh. Parts of the flesh walls had cracked away, leaving foul smelling liquid oozing from the darkness beyond. Teeth hung from the ceiling, and jutted out of the tops of the walls. The ground was wet, and it was hard to maintain footing while standing. I gave up on using my legs and tried hovering in a mist over it. I was successful, however Theatre Mask opted in for a less practical option of sliding around on his belly, with Scabs commandeering him like a pilot. Whatever got them around easier. I chuckled at the sight of this. One of the walls spewed the foul liquid onto the ground next to me as we continued our journey through The Drain’s first labyrinth. All was calm. Too calm. Something was up. I saw a large white shape dart behind a hanging flesh sack, but when I checked, it was gone. The noises in the labyrinth were playing tricks. I would hear giggling, and hushed voices from time to time. Even by the first night’s end, Theatre Mask had become unsettled, and stood at the ready.

Nothing had happened and it all just felt…wrong.

My suspicion came to a close as the wall next to us erupted in a gooey liquid, and a loud roar emerged from the black space beyond.

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The Bodiless Impossible Taking-Hand

After what has seemed like weeks, I have finally been able to catch the little cretin that has been swiping my belongings. As expected, it is the same hand I have seen many a night and played off as my imagination. The bodiless, impossible taking-hand has been steadily removing my belongings and bringing them to the entrance of The Drain for weeks. Now that I have caught the tiny bugger, I can shed some light on what it is. I've taken the liberty to call this little pest a Swiper. In the past week it has swiped; a grocery bag, a construction nut, one of my hats, a jar of shiny balls, a small pvc pipe, a spoon I kept on the counter, and my the shoelaces to two pairs of shoes. I can not yet deem these bodiless hands hostile, but this one does seem more friendly after I fed it a smidgeon of human flesh. The swiper has been letting out high-pitched, slightly audible squeaks ever since I let it out of the cage to follow me around. If you would have asked me before now if a hand-spider could be cute, I would've responded with 'never'. How I was wrong, this creature is spectacular. I will withhold from naming it, as I do not wish to be attached to it just yet.

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Something lurks in the night

I payed my weekly visit to the Drain tonight to record the chatter. All was quiet, a very unnatural setting near the Drain might I add. I then began to hear Crickets. This was very unsettling, never in my life have I heard a Cricket. I can not tell you how I knew what they were, but I did. These little deviants have never ventured to my side of the field before now. If it wasn't enough to hear then, I swear to this minute that one of their grossly bulbous optical orbs was reflected for a moment in my light. If they weren't the size of a roughly seven-to-eight year-old child I might have been less inclined to run all the way back to my living quarters and fudge this week's recording.

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Inside

I woke up to snarls and laughter last night. I was in the Drain. They were watching me, as I watched them. Hiding from the light as their pale flesh and empty eyes grinned a sinister grin upon my very soul. One of them caressed my cheek, i bled. They began laughing and shouting. 'Terrified' is an understatement. The large one from before rose out of the gunk, and looked at me with its smiling, gaping maw. It spoke, but I could not hear. The Carver came out of the darkness, attired with bullhorns and his wicked, forked tongue. I could not look away. The creatures all stared at me, and I could feel my sanity fade. In that instant, as soon as I were about to slip into the abysmal pool of madness, a light came through. The Drain lit up for a second; bodies piled and made up every square inch of the walls and floors. The Carver smiled and walked into the darkness. The creatures began to scream. "Arkk'n'edrix'mish'contes'narthosec" I awoke in my bed, victim of my dreams, my fear. I cut my cheek shaving fifteen minutes later.

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Say My Name

Heard this earlier this morning shortly after publishing my last post;

"Arkk'n'tash’mish’cedrish’akji’mita"

I have no idea what any of that means aside from the suspected definition of ‘mita’, but ‘cedrish’ sounds a good bit like my name.

I do believe their conversations, or at least a few of them today, were about me! Talk about an exciting event, I might be able to see AND hear more if I get closer to them now that I know they are (perhaps) aware of me.

First off, I need to find a way into the drain. It won’t be easy, but I’m determined.

No sightings today of the Carver, but I could have easily missed him. The man seems to only exist when I know I am looking at him. Expect an update from me next week as I get everything situated to traverse the drain.

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The Drain People: Post II of II

Cont. II: The People The people inside of the drain are a different story all together. I have heard them speaking, and while the speech seems (how do I put this...) gargled(?), I can strongly make out at least three individules. I have never directly seen these people. The only somewhat accurate depiction I can give comes from movement I saw my second time visiting the drain. At the bottom, or what I assume is the bottom, I saw movement accompanied by pale, white flesh. Granted the 'flesh' could have been anything from a reflection to my imagination, but it was enough for me to confirm there are things inside of that drain. Aside from that comes their language. Communicating the vocals via textual estimations is rather hard when the sounds hardly match any letter of known language. In order to form somewhat of a correct pronounciation, I will separate potential words with apostrophys. When a word is separated, there is no space, and the sound of the last phrase meshes into the sound of the new phrase. The sentences themselves are separated into at least four phrases, the the last phrase almost always consisting of "mita". Example: Narth'sofis'tonthil'zathic'mita * All I could manage to form from a thirty-second segment of one of my base recordings of the drain.* I believe the first two phrases, from "Narth" to "sofis", create a sound most humanly like how one would pronounce the phrase, "Narthso-fis...". I have heard "Narth'sofis" stated many times throughout the drain recordings I have made, with 'Narth' being the most used phrase next to "mita". Due to logical reasoning and complex sentence structure, (in the case that it even applies to the drain people), I am led to Believe these two inferences: 'Narth' = 'The' 'Mita' = 'You' The only way for me to test this would of course be direct communication, but until then I have dubbed this language, "Nartholese".

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The Drain People: Post I of II

I: The Drain

Over the last two months I have come to accept that the ones in the drain have been undergoing casual conversation in an unstudied, ancient form of communication. While I have absolutely no idea what they are, look like, feel, etc, I have taken it upon myself to understand what they are doing inside of the drain.

The drain is roughly the size of your average bathtub, if it were round of course. I discovered it one day while making my rounds through the local park, and have been graced with the fact that it CAN NOT (emphasis on that) be opened. The grating is sealed into the ground by a form of welding I have never seen before. The metal stops being metal at around the three-inch perimeter, and transitions into the material it is welded to. Now, this by text would seem like an ordinary occurence, be it not for the concrete/dirt combination the drain is upon. Roughly three-quarters around the drain is concrete, while the remaining fourth is just dirt. Any attempt I have made to displace the dirt/metal hybrid has been futile as I lack the required tools. It should also be added that any noise coming from this drain can be heard from any other actual drain within an unspecified proximity, hence the previous post of mine. TBC

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