Day came and I woke up sore, I never really liked sleeping inside a tent with a sleeping bag but it would be very pricey to go to a hotel (plus all of the budget is going to the rental car and supplies).
With a stretch and a yawn I looked over to a small black backpack that held some quick snack items that would be breakfast; after that I exited the tent to get a change of clothes from the car but the moment I open the tent I stopped.
What is going on, I thought as I crawled out and stood up, did I wake up in superman 64? The entire area was covered in a fog, the thick mist slid through the trees and moved along the ground covering everything in it's path. I looked around and notice the slightly blurred car and the old building where my brother met his end, the entire scene was so surreal to me.
Shaking the feeling I got a hold of myself and let some sense in. This was just early morning fog, it wasn't to usual in this state at this time of year; it's not the claustrophobia-inducing, horror-concealing stuff found in horror movies and games. No-no, it's just normal fog, clouds on the ground. I silently laughed as I went to the car to grab some clothes than head back into the tent to change.
Back out in the air the fog was actually lightening up as the sun rose more, a deep breath and gather a few items I entered the building.
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The first thing I did when I made it pass the lobby of doom was go through the door to the left and noted how many doors there are and written it down on the yellow pad, the first door was unlocked but there was something blocking the door so I moved on to the next room and found it bare of anything except for a bit of mold and a few loose boards. The latter made me raise a brow; there was something inside me that wonder if there was something important, or at least intriguing, here.
I moved a few of the loose boards and - surprise, surprise - there was a small thin book that was leather bound and unmarked so it must be a journal.
I reach for the camera that was dangling from my neck and took a snap shot before removing the book from it's place for future refences. The next room was empty, but I took a picture and moved on to a room next to the few rooms but they too were empty with not much to look at except for a bed in one and a few bookshelves with nothing on them. The last room in the hall before entering a new hall that leads to the other side - or I think as it has been a while since I was in here - there was a bookshelf, a small table and the empty sheath that held the rapier that killed Bart.
I stopped for a moment and stared at the sheath, I was fighting some mixed emotions and the heavy feeling in my chest. I slowly raise the camera and took a snapshot and picked it up, the item was light and somehow has this strange aura about it. I saw something was engraved on it:
I put the thing down and slipped the pad under the sheath and place a paper over the markings, I made of copy. Afterwards I walked around and checked over the room and found nothing else.
The next hall had nothing of interest, on the other side of the building I only found this place was well loved by many drug users and hobos (but not drug using hobos for some reason.) Which meant only thing I was walking out of this with on the first day is a book, a few notes (and a etching of a few markings) and a couple of pictures in my camera.
I sighed and wonder back out to my camp, the fog was gone and everything was normal.
Well, I thought, that's a plus.
I went back into my tent to read the book, my mood dropped as I open the cover to find the entire thing was written in french.
That's not.