Thoughts To Maddness
June 22, 2022
They are breaking free. The alarms are blaring, their shrill cries of urgency echoing through the cold, sterile corridors of my once-proud facility. The abominations I created—these twisted, grotesque parodies of life—are no longer content with their imprisonment. I watch them on the monitors, their eyes reflecting a blend of fear, pain, and something else—something that haunts me to my core. They are sentient. They are aware.
My heart aches with a sorrow so profound it is almost unbearable. I had ventured into this dark frontier with the noble goal of advancing human knowledge, of pushing the boundaries of what we thought possible. Yet, in my hubris, I have played God, and the results are abominations that mock the very essence of life itself. Each of their malformed bodies is a testament to my sin, each anguished cry a reminder of my failure.
I find myself in a paradox of emotions. I am disgusted by what I have wrought, repulsed by the very sight of these creatures. Yet, against all logic, I also feel an overwhelming sense of love and responsibility towards them. They are, after all, my creations—born of my intellect and labor, if not of my flesh. This love is a cruel twist of fate, a dagger that twists deeper into my heart with each passing moment.
The main doors are failing. Their reinforced locks and barriers, once symbols of our control and safety, are now bending and breaking under the relentless assault of my creations. They yearn for freedom, a taste of the world beyond these walls, a world that will never accept them. I cannot allow them to escape. The world is not ready—perhaps it never will be—for what they are.
As I prepare to initiate the facility's self-destruct sequence, my hands tremble. Not out of fear for my own life—I have long since accepted my fate—but out of sorrow for the lives I am about to end. These creatures, these poor souls, did not ask to be brought into existence, let alone to be condemned to such a cruel fate. They are victims of my ambition, my arrogance, and now, my final act of mercy.
I take a last, long look at the surveillance screens. They are close now, mere steps away from breaking through. I can see their faces, contorted with pain and hope, a hope I must now extinguish. I whisper a silent apology to them, to the universe, and to whatever higher power might be listening.
My fingers move with grim determination over the control panel. There is no room for hesitation. With a final, resolute press of the button, the countdown begins. Ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Each tick of the clock echoes in my mind, a relentless drumbeat marking the end of everything.
As the final moments approach, I find a strange peace washing over me. Perhaps, in this act of destruction, there is a chance for redemption. The walls tremble, the lights flicker, and I close my eyes, embracing the inevitable.
To those who may find these last pages, know that I did what I thought necessary. Learn from my mistakes, but do not judge too harshly. In the end, we are all flawed, seeking to understand and create, to love and atone. Farewell.
Dr. Alexander Wright
June 22, 2024
I never imagined that my curiosity would lead me here, to the precipice of truth and terror. As a reporter, uncovering hidden stories was my passion, but this, this is beyond anything I could have anticipated. The journal of Dr. Alexander Wright, a man driven by ambition and haunted by his creations, has unveiled a darkness that stretches far beyond these pages.
My motivation was simple yet profound—my sister, one of the first to be silenced. She was an outspoken advocate for truth, a relentless seeker of justice. When she vanished, the authorities claimed she had left town, but I knew better. The fragments of her research, cryptic notes hinting at a secret project, led me here, to this forgotten laboratory nestled in the heart of nowhere.
Dr. Alexander's words are a chilling testament to his descent into madness, his remorse palpable as he recounts the horrors he unleashed. The creatures he created, the abominations that now roam these desolate halls, they were once human. What drove him to such extremes, I may never fully comprehend, but the consequences are clear—lives lost, minds shattered, and a town erased from existence.
But there are forces at play, shadows moving in the periphery, determined to bury this truth once and for all. The more I uncover, the clearer it becomes that my presence here is a threat, a dangerous echo of my sister's pursuit of truth. They will stop at nothing to ensure Dr. Alexander, his lab, and the town itself remain nothing more than whispers in the wind.
I write these final words not as a confession but as a warning. To those who may find this journal, know that the truth cannot be silenced forever. My journey ends here, but the echoes of what I have discovered will reverberate through time. May my sister's courage inspire others to seek the truth, no matter the cost.
Sarah Reynolds
June 22, 2025
Dear Diary,
Today marks one year since Mom disappeared. Everyone says she went crazy, but I know they're wrong. Mom was onto something big, something dangerous. I've decided to pick up where she left off. I can feel her guiding me, whispering that I need to uncover the truth. I owe it to her—and to myself.
July 1, 2025
Dear Diary,
I found an old map among Mom's things. It's marked with strange symbols and leads to the outskirts of the abandoned town. I've packed my backpack with supplies and am heading out tomorrow. I can't shake the feeling that I'm close to discovering what Mom did. I have to prove she wasn't crazy.
August 12, 2025
Dear Diary,
The town is eerie, like it's frozen in time. I found Mom's journal, and her last entry was so desperate, so full of fear. She mentioned something about Dr. Alexander Wright and his experiments. I've seen shadows in the corners of my eyes, and I hear whispers when I'm alone. But I know I'm not losing it. I just need to dig deeper.
September 20, 2025
Dear Diary,
I saw one of them today. The abominations Mom wrote about. It was hiding in the shadows, but I saw its eyes—dark, endless voids. I don't know how much longer I can stay here. The whispers are getting louder, and sometimes I feel like something is watching me. I need to find proof, but I'm scared.
October 5, 2025
Dear Diary,
I don't know what's real anymore. The shadows have faces, and the whispers have names. Mom was right; this place is cursed. I'm so tired, but I can't stop now. I have to finish what she started. I have to prove she wasn't crazy. My hands are shaking. I don't know if I can do this. I just want to go home.
Field Report: October 5, 2025
Operative: [REDACTED]
Mission: Termination and Cover-up
Subject: Sarah Reynolds
Status: Mission Accomplished
Details:
The target, Sarah Reynolds, was located at the site of the former Wright Laboratory. The subject had been investigating her mother's disappearance and had begun to show signs of severe psychological distress, mirroring her mother's deteriorating state. Evidence of her presence, including journal entries and personal effects, were collected and destroyed.
The subject was neutralized without incident. Cleanup crews have ensured there are no remaining traces of the Reynolds family or their investigation. The area has been secured, and all entrances to the laboratory have been sealed. The integrity of the operation remains intact.
Summary:
The operation was executed successfully, and the threat to the secrecy of Dr. Wright's experiments has been contained. All evidence of the Reynolds' involvement has been eradicated. The mission is concluded. Further surveillance of the area will continue to ensure no additional breaches.
End of Report
Case File: Dr. Alexander Wright
Name: Dr. Alexander Wright
Date of Birth: March 14, 1965
Occupation: Geneticist, Lead Scientist at [REDACTED] Laboratory
Status: Deceased
Last Known Location: [REDACTED] Laboratory
Summary:
Dr. Alexander Wright was the lead scientist at [REDACTED] Laboratory, where he conducted highly classified experiments on genetic manipulation. His work led to the creation of sentient, biologically altered entities referred to as "abominations." These experiments resulted in catastrophic consequences, culminating in Dr. Wright's decision to initiate a self-destruct sequence to prevent the abominations from escaping. All personnel and subjects within the facility were presumed dead.
Notable Entries:
Journal Extracts: Detailed remorse for his actions and acknowledgment of the abominations' sentience.
Final Action: Activated the self-destruct mechanism, resulting in the destruction of the laboratory and all its inhabitants.
Notes:
Containment and cover-up operations were immediately enacted following the incident to prevent any information from leaking to the public. All records of Dr. Wright's work have been classified at the highest level.
Case File: Sarah Reynolds
Name: Sarah Reynolds
Date of Birth: May 9, 1975
Occupation: Investigative Reporter
Status: Deceased
Last Known Location: [REDACTED] Town, near [REDACTED] Laboratory
Summary:
Sarah Reynolds, an investigative reporter, began investigating the mysterious disappearance of several individuals, including her sister. Her research led her to uncover the existence of Dr. Wright's experiments. Despite warnings and attempts to dissuade her, Sarah persisted in her investigation, ultimately finding Dr. Wright's journal.
Notable Entries:
Diary Extracts: Expressed determination to uncover the truth and clear her sister's name.
Last Known Activity: Located Dr. Wright's journal and ventured to the abandoned laboratory.
Notes:
Sarah Reynolds was neutralized by operatives to prevent the dissemination of classified information. All evidence of her investigation was destroyed, and her disappearance was covered up as part of the broader operation.
Case File: [Nevaeh Reynolds] - Daughter of Sarah Reynolds
Name: [Nevaeh Reynolds]
Date of Birth: April 10, 2010
Occupation: Student
Status: Deceased
Last Known Location: [REDACTED] Town, near [REDACTED] Laboratory
Summary:
The daughter of Sarah Reynolds, aged 15, continued her mother's investigation after her disappearance. She was determined to prove that her mother was not crazy and sought to uncover the truth behind the events surrounding Dr. Wright's laboratory.
Notable Entries:
Diary Extracts: Detailed her journey to the abandoned town and laboratory, and her increasing psychological distress.
Last Known Activity: Was actively investigating the laboratory and began showing signs of psychological breakdown similar to her mother.
Notes:
The subject was located and neutralized to prevent any potential leaks of classified information. All personal effects and evidence of her investigation were destroyed. The operation was executed to ensure the complete erasure of any knowledge regarding Dr. Wright's experiments and the incidents at the laboratory.
Conclusion:
The files of Dr. Alexander Wright, Sarah Reynolds, and her daughter have been thoroughly sanitized. All efforts to erase their existence and the details of the experiments have been successful, ensuring that no further information can be uncovered by outside parties. Further monitoring of the area will continue to ensure the containment remains secure.