Property of the Federal Bureau of Investigations, intended only for personnel with Code: Lunar clearance, by the order of President Richard Milhous Nixon, Commander in Chief
The following is a an unedited sample from the end of the Diary of Dr Richard Mark Renfrew, administrator of Graystark Hall Orphanage, Cape Canaveral, Florida
Log: 1st March 1967
Not much trouble with the orphans today. Christopher possessed a slight fever and remains tired, and Marie and Jessica continue to fight and argue constantly, but most of the children seem happy enough. I must keep an eye on those girls. Mrs Morgan disciplined them quickly while Ms Trent waved the rest onto the bus for school- sometimes I wonder how I'd manage without the help of those two angels.
4th March 1967
Last night Samuel woke up the whole orphanage screaming. I almost had a heart-attack, it was the most inhuman sound, like an animal in pain, shrieking for its very life. However after I ran into his room he seemed fine, couldn't even remember what scared him. Funny isn't it, how the memories of dreams and nightmares slip so quickly upon waking?
He slipped off back to sleep with no trouble, as did most of the other students who rushed into the hall. Mrs Morgan remarked that she was much relieved that there was no danger.
6th March 1967
I heard footsteps, whispering voices outside the windows. I slipped outside with my old family revolver. I was being silly though; there was nothing but the tall, dark shapes of the fir trees that surround the orphanage. Naturally we've all heard stories of sick men with prying figures out for small children, so I stood and waited for any sign of intruders.
There was nothing though, just silence.
Another note- lucky that there wasn't any trespassers sneaking outside the orphanage. I'd only loaded 5 bullets into my revolver. I must be losing it in my age, I could have sworn I loaded 6.
12th March 1967
Just found the diary. I'd left it in the attic after going up to look at some of the photos of the children we used to have staying with us. I just could not remember where I had left it.
14th March 1967
Rather peculiar event at arts today. The children were painting again, with Thomas doing some lovely painting of horses, and Samantha's finger painting coming on well, the little thing. But Louise's painting was of her and a tall bald man. It was a quite fine painting, apart from the mess she made of his hands. I asked her who it was of, and she said it was the Quiet Dream Man who visited us sometimes, but she didn't know when.
Of course there's no such visitor to the institute, but it's still an odd fantasy for an orphan, having a man visit but not adopt her. Still her mother was an odd one apparently before she was in that house fire a few years back, doing psychic reading and séances and whatnot. I guess oddness is in the blood.
26th March 1967
I woke up last night in a corridor, having slept walk. It was an funny experience, it's the first time I've done it.
28th March 1967
I've slept walked for the fourth night now. Ms Trent said that she heard me murmuring as I walked past their room.
itstares- itstares itstares itst -
rememberrichardgodhelp
2nd April 1967
I keep finding these odd scribbles in my diary, one of the children playing tricks on me probably. I'll watch out for any more intrusions into my office. They left a mess last time they broke into it. Whichever one did it will be most sternly punished.
15th April 1967
After dinner tonight I'm going to gather the children, Mrs Morgan and Ms Trent into the rec room for an announcement. It slips my mind what it's going to be though, I'll think of something when I'm there.
Nice and quiet tonight. I can't hear the children chattering through the walls. With this nice silence I'll get some rest.
16th April 1967
I can't find a soul in the house today. Ms Trent and Mrs Morgan must have taken the boys and girls out for the day. They've left a complete mess downstairs though, there's rags strewn all about the rec room. I must have a word with them when they get back
25th April 1967
There's no one in the orphanage today. Must be a school trip today for the orphans- they deserve the break, they've been so good recently. The rec room is in a horrid mess though, stains everywhere, stuff flung all over the floor. They must change their ways, or otherwise all of the children will have extra chores- it's only fair.
25th April 1967
There's no one in the orphanage today. Must be a school trip today for the orphans- they deserve the break, they've been so good recently. The rec room is in a horrid mess though, stains everywhere, stuff flung all over the floor. They must change their ways, or otherwise all of the children will have extra chores- it's only fair.
Silly me.
26th April 1967
Alone where are they what did I do what did they do