I highly recommend you read this entire story in Liam Neeson's deep, intimidating voice, in the movie, Taken.
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If you're reading this, I'm dead.
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My name is Marcus Aldridge, and these are written records of all the investigations I'd solved before my death. Before you continue through these notes, you must understand one truth. Everything you think you know, is a lie.
Fairy tales, scary stories, things you had thought appeared in your window or closet at night... They're all real, very, very, much real. Monsters — That's what our generation called these "fabled" beings. I know what you're probably thinking, because those same thoughts, sporadically rummaged through my own mind when I first made contact with this grim realization. "How could these creatures go unnoticed, and for so long? Are these symptoms of insanity? W-what if this is reality? Has this life all just been one big facade?!" These were all questions looping continuously throughout my brain, for weeks, months even, I'd been conflicted, contemplating the prior charade known as reality, until eventually, reluctant acceptance forthcame.
The mist, a powerful veil casting an illusion of ignorance upon roughly ninety-nine percent of the human population. I've yet to understand how such an action proved capable, but, after the abrupt discovery of the once-fabled fiends, I'd tossed all my previous rationale aside — After all, nothing in this world was logical anymore, so what sense did it make to keep such a irrelevant doctrine present? However... Human beings have their flaws, my own pertaining to curiosity — So curious in fact, that certain actions were indulged on my behalf to acquire absent information. Though, logic and reason discarded, "the truths" I had uncovered from my endeavors, all led to an absurdity even greater than the newfound ghouls, and goblins.
A... Goddess...
I was never a man for faith, or religion, always straying away from the topic of worship, or there being a greater presence than oneself; an existentialist I'd title myself, if I had to conform to an idle label. Free to judge my own actions, unshackled from the bounds of a cookie-cutter "good versus evil" notion, I was my own judge, jury, and executioner. But still, to acknowledge the possible presence of a goddess, to consider if goddesses existed, then gods might too as well? To realize that being a self-proclaimed god, through your own set of beliefs, all became a fruitless credence in the face of actual gods. It was all too much... But, when you come face-to-face with previous views you'd once thought mythic and untrue... You start to question if anything is truly impossible, and that this reality may simply be an expendable pawn in a grandeur match of chess.
I'm not telling you what to think, nor do I want you to remain ignorant of the truth. But, if this file can enlighten even one individual, giving them insight to what truly walks these lands, maybe... Just maybe, your life, and perhaps other lives can be saved. However, if you've not the courage to use this information wisely, and on the behalf of humanity, I humbly request that you close this file, as the information you're about to learn of, is not for the feeble-minded.
With that said, these are... The Recordings of an Unfortunate Man...