Sins in Twisters

Chapter 1: Where We Were Then and Now

Lodge Entry Date: May 17, 2025

The following is a collective documentation of investigation 201-47.7, originally started eight years ago at the request of my oldest sister.

Initially, two separate projects; however, recent findings have made me reconsider that both are connected far more extraordinarily than imagined and that this report is a current overview of such findings.

(Note: In part of a personal promise, I have written this document in as simple a form as possible that anyone connected to this information can properly understand upon reviewing.)

This document will begin with a recent project launched just after our time in Scotland and then step back to the previous topic brought on by my sister.

Having briefly returned to Loud Loch as part of an expedition with fellow scientists on a trip to the United Kingdom, I had begun a personal investigation into my family's history. (Note: The fact that ghosts do exist is something I have already covered in previous recordings.)

Under disguise, I was able to access our ancestral homeland to find archived records of the timeline between our family in power, the revolt, and their fleeing. Not much could be recovered as not many saw the need to write it down four centuries ago. But what I have found has been one that leads to an interesting point of focus in the last days of our family's rule with texts referencing an event(?) called the Curse of the Silenced.

Though I am one for hard facts, recent years have heavily questioned that. (See notes of the Bad Luck Incident 2016).

Information related to this supposed curse was not thought about to be documented, but I pressed on. It wasn't until I started looking into records about Morag, former groundskeeper of Loud Castle, that documentation for her family history was more solid up until the point of time when our ancestors were forced out by Morag's ancestor 'Aggie.'

I will not be naming events that transpired during our stay at Loch Loud, as that has been previously covered in past recordings. (See notes for Loud Loch Incident 2017 for details.)

Continuing, it was found that the further back in Morag's history I found, the more disturbing it gets. Though before the revolt, the mention of the curse is once again present in the future tense. Possible connections were likely, but at the time, were unclear. More was found involving Aggie's actions against our family, but after the revolt, this led to a dead end with no practical avenues to continue on.

Having not furthered my knowledge in the supernatural realm, I elected to recruit my older sister Lucy for her assistance, given her more excellent understanding of such topics. I asked her if there was a way to contact any past relatives that could shed light on this investigation and a supposed curse. Upon agreement, I waited approximately 5 days, 17 hours, 8 minutes, and 22 seconds before she returned with her findings.

And to this day, I regret asking.

During her time, she contacted our late relatives from roughly two hundred years ago, a generational gap of ten, after our family fled Scotland, of what they knew about their past relatives.

Stressed to tell, Lucy's notes documented her account of interacting with the spirit of our late significant grandfather (I am refusing to write the word 'great' that many times to convey the message), who was part of our established family in America. Lucy noted he bore a cross resemblance to both our father and older brother, with the latter having the more physical traits that have their roots connected to males in the family.

(Note: Natural white hair is part of our ancestral genome, not a recent addition to the bloodline from our grandfather Albert. Though I cannot say with certainty that someone else's genetics had been connected to the family initially, it's entirely possible that our mother's side of the family is closer than expected. DNA tests into our mother's family tree are noted to be done after the current crisis is resolved.)

But getting off-topic, Lucy asked our deceased ancestor, who chose not to give his name (note: to look through Royal Woods medical records, if possible, to find a name), what he knew of the Curse of the Silenced.

The story given was a long explanation that the relative described as a force attempting to destroy the family at a singular point. As a bit of surprise to us, he revealed himself to be a middle child to a large family consisting of eleven children; ten girls and one boy. A family of such size hadn't existed since the time of our family's rule over Loud Loch. He spoke of how his fathers from before recounted tales of our royal blood that was doomed never to exist anymore.

He recounted the times of his ancestor, the original Duke of Loch Loud, in that he suffered from a tragic life following their flee from Scotland. One that was overshadowed by other events leading to his death at age twenty. But what became surprising was that before his death, he had managed to father nearly eleven offspring, which became the branch in our bloodline to the ancestor in communication. When asked why (as bloodlines during such eras were known for having massive expansions), the answer was to ensure that the family name did not die quietly into history. (Poetic, as Lucy had put it.)

He would speak of how his own death, also at the age of twenty, was from the following end of unfortunate events that drove his family apart to the point of siblings renouncing the Loud name to separate themselves from what was thought to be the cursed child. What these events were was documented to a degree during such times but has been forgotten by history. Before his death, when his family was fractured, he had seen a change in fortune that outweighed his dark times. Admitting he, too, was able to father eleven offspring of his own, with the birth of his final child occurring three days before his passing. When asked why eleven, he pleaded out; it was a desperate attempt not to let the Loud family name be snuffed out of history. He, too, feared the unknown consequences the curse could bring and saw it fit to try to end what had brought about his ancestors' demise.

Given the time of his death, he knew he had failed and expired before achieving whatever his final goal was to end the curse. (Lucy could not find any detail specifying what these last means were. Though given that contact was not made with any of the other relatives, it's possible that Loud was stuck in a sort of limbo. Not like Purgatory, but much in denial of the accepted outcome.)

Of his eleven children, the three center being sons from two mothers, the middle child would become the source of the branch of our family tree leading to our grandfather Leonard Loud, our father Lynn, and now to us. It was there I began to notice a pattern in our family. Spanning the four hundred years between the first Loud family to now, the effects of this 'curse' seem to follow the pattern of a ten generational gap between families with a sizeable odd number of children often being spawned as the mark in the family tree.

If this is true, our current family has become the following link in this pattern following the birth of my only youngest sibling Lily.

No more information could be gathered as our ancestor could not speak of other events. But when asked of who his offspring were connected to in an attempt to trace down our bloodlines further, he became what Lucy would describe as full of fear and regret of his decisions. He became "unexplainable" when pressed to explain and broke connections with Lucy.

Attempts to reestablish contact have failed and have since ceased.

But the information given was enough for me to build my theory correctly. One I felt was something that, in all the times that I've briefly touched superstition with my mind of science, is undeniably linked to history.

Following Lucy's info, I found some information from older archives at the public library that a single article talked of the Loud Family.

The piece, thankfully in precise and heavy detail, spoke of the large family of thirteen; two parents, ten daughters, and one son (note: an investigation into our family's unholy sex drive and abilities to create just large families in history is already, and unfortunately, documented in past notes). Each sister was shockingly similar to that of the previous and current tenth generation (I am unable to picture myself with hair as low as my waistline, yet my ancestor look-alike already shows that) in that the ten daughters were able to achieve notable accomplishments in history at the time (despite being repressed to varying degrees) that for a decade there was no mention of the son.

However, upon the male sibling reaching the age of thirteen, this switched from the brother's focus to the sister, seemingly fading away. This trend increased until his death at the age of twenty, confirming information that before becoming of said age, he had fathered offspring secretly. Any names minus our last name are all that's offered. What can be said, however, is that a single event possibly triggered this 'switch of the balance' that, within a seven-year span, would result in the early death of the middle child. How this connects to our family in Scotland could be part of the 'trigger event' of being forced to flee, what the next event remained unknown.

Though some info would be provided once again by Lucy upon contact with our deceased Great Grandmother Harriet Loud. Noting she was one of four daughters born from the father born from the middle child that followed in part to understand her grandfather's death. Lucy's spellbook, formerly her own, was the same book that Aggie used to cast the curse on their family. (Her means of finding and acquiring the book was not shared.) Stating that the curse did not affect them in her generation, but upon her grandson Lynn's wife Rita becoming pregnant, she saw that the curse's next event was upon them. She searched throughout the book for anything related to the curse, but death prevented her from furthering this.

Upon receiving this information, Lucy and I searched the book for any sign or mention of the curse. Finding some elements in words but nothing directly. I attempted numerous times to see if age had caused the pages to bleed together or if some of the faded text was in fact it. All attempts failed, not because it hadn't faded from the book but because it was completely missing from said book, with tear points in the binding found to be missing five pages.

Our efforts in searching the book for answers ended there. Though Lucy continues to read it over in some hope of something we possibly overlooked (doubtful after every scan I did of it.)

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This research into our family's history has made me question many things. I feel it is not worth speaking of them in this recording, but at the time, I cannot deny what I see.

If this curse is indeed accurate in all aspects, and that it comes to fruition upon every tenth generation, of which the associated families numbered thirteen, and that my theory that the births of Lori and Lily are the starting and last piece for the curse to act honestly, recent events in the past four years all but confirm that our brother Lincoln is to be the focus of this curse now.

When this was triggered, as I fully believe that such an event has already happened, can possibly be tied to two events.

One, and the earliest, occurring in 2016, was that involving the incident of the fifth oldest sister Lynn stating Lincoln was a source of bad luck in the family. Something that the others, and unfortunately myself included, began to believe fully. In his attempts to rectify this, using a squirrel suit from the local school was his method to prove he wasn't. This, unfortunately, backfired on the family, who did not want him ever to take off in the claim that it was giving them good luck.

I will not fully explain what happened in the six weeks following this, as this event has been seen as one of the darker moments of our family history and one I wish I could go back to fix...

But at this time, adverse events focused on the middle child seemed to line up with history. Come the beginning of the seventh and final week, I can say was when the second possible trigger occurred. The summer day where we nearly lost Lincoln the first time, but more likely started the chain reaction that would lead to us losing him the second. (See Bad Luck Incident 2016 for more)

Following the aftermath of the Royal Woods Tornado, ranked EF3 on the damage scale, built-up rage within Lincoln was unleashed upon the whole family just after they let him back in. Not once had I ever seen someone display complete anger and despair at the same time did even myself cry that night. Lincoln asked to go visit our Grandpa Leonard, a request given, and for three additional weeks, he was out of the house and away from sight again. Upon returning after 're-evaluating' his life, he felt more at ease to abandon those memories and put his focus back on helping us.

Though it was more like "Pushing it to the back of the shelf so that it's hidden, you know you can still clearly see it" (that was a horrible example, and I blame my tired mind on that) as time passed. It was after his departure that I began to realize recently that our behavior during those weeks did not in any way match what our natural or event extreme thresholds would be. While written off as our mob mentality, the fact that our parents were equally on board with the whole idea has led me to question if their mental strength in dealing with so many kids has made them take a step back from parenting or if something else was in play.

The following year had gone on to be similar to those before the incident, but upon Lori abruptly returning home for a weekend from Fairway University, she was the first of us to notice changes.

Upon attempting to spend time with our brother on the first day, he was noticeably missing from our usual family antics. Arriving home late from somewhere to the point of reheating missed dinner. On the second day, during the rainstorm, Lincoln became visibly excited and used his phone to record and photograph the event, even up to Lori getting our family's vehicle stuck in a muddy pond. Upon returning home and getting cleaned up, before our bedtime, Lori pulled me aside to talk.

She directly asked about Lincoln's strange behavior since she left. Admittingly I had noticed the slow changes since that summer day but felt it was more of him growing than anything else. When asked if she had directly talked to Lincoln about this, her answer was she didn't feel it was right. Assuring my eldest sibling, I would watch over him for her and notify her of anything significant that was to happen.

In the seven years since starting this, a lot happened.

I'll begin, namely at the start of the new decade, in that 2020 became a somewhat crazy year; if it weren't for future events, I would argue this would have been the family's breaking point. Before the pandemic hit, starting down the line:

Lori was in her approaching the end of her third year in college. Her performance was exceptional for someone of her age, and many, including me, agreed she was well on her way toward her dream career.

Leni had chosen to "work from home" to sell her fashion online. Though it was a pain teaching her how to actually use the internet without getting forty viruses on a computer, she chose to do commission work as a way to really start working her way into the industry.

Luna and her band were more actively touring; now, going around the Great Lakes region, she had a deal for a record album for her band in progress. Out of everyone, she was mostly gone as much as Lori.

Luan was broadening her methods of comedy. Some of it was still groan-worthy, but she had recently found her footing at some venues, mostly in night bars with Friday events where she could be live entertainment. Her Funny Business hobby had become her golden goose, with her running across the state many times a month.

Lynn, not much could be said. Upon entering high school, her sports hobby rapidly started making her name known beyond Michigan. However, she has become more focused on football with her targeted goal of reaching the NFL and actively looking for universities.

Lucy and Lana did not change much over time aside from physically growing. The latter, I will say, achieved a higher growth spurt than expected and was now as tall as Lynn was when at the age of fifteen.

Lola seemed to have gotten the shorter end of the twins' shared genome. Her increased height was only about two inches (though a significant growth spurt was expected to happen once puberty hit.)

Lily, no longer could we call her baby Lily, was still that sweet lovebug who always made the family smile whenever she interacted with them.

I myself hadn't changed much. In contrast, my size was noticeably taller and becoming somewhat lean (a result of the lack of physical tasks I part take in), with my hair taking on a slightly more natural curl.

Overall, everyone was moving forward in ways that felt natural. Sure half the family was now more away than ever and bound to increase once Luan was out of high school; I could undoubtedly say things weren't so different for my female siblings.

Lincoln, however… did change. Far more than any one of us.

In the following two years since Lori took notice, I had noticed day by day the ever-changing behavior of our brother. An average person wouldn't notice unless they really thought back; I, on the other hand, could see the whole picture.

He no longer seemed to care about some of the more unusual antics the family or his friends did. Though still partaking in them, his level of involvement was noticeably decreasing as time went on. He began to focus more in school without aid (something that personally made me a bit disappointed in not being a part of, yet proud he was focusing more on his education), and his grades reflected that.

I felt that this was from puberty finally clearing his mind; even his physical appearance benefited from the change so much Lynn was hounding him more to be a sparring partner since he was rapidly growing almost to be equal to her again. Dare I say he was well on his way to surpassing?

But this aside, it was when looking at the finer details you could see the changes. He still read his comic books, even with his friend Clyde when he was over, but his taste in literature had seen a massive change consisting of pieces involving climatology, meteorology, photography, filmmaking, and engineering. Even his computer history was filled with hundreds of videos of cell phones, documentaries, news, or TV shows about storms.

The reaction was minimal when this was brought up with the others during one of the few meetings that included all of the oldest siblings present. Lana was happy her brother was finally finding his inner mechanic; Lola, Luna, and Leni saw him possibly being able to help promote their hobbies, and Lynn joked about him making a documentary of her "epic sports origins."

I shall note that at this time, the period during my expedition to Europe took place just afterward. As such, all the following information was documented separately until this new report. (See notes at the end for more)

Then comes the mess of 2020, and many things changed for us.

Lori was lucky to have finished her third year when Fairway University declared it would close for "a short time" when the pandemic started affecting everything. This had caused a massive shift in her new lifestyle; given that most housings around the school was already taken, she attempted to move in with her companion Bobby. However, he could not house her given that he and his family were in the early stages of financial problems due to their city location and large family being hit with the same problem many in the country faced.

Almost three years since she left, Lori moved back in with Leni into their shared room. There was a period of readjusting, but the changes didn't stop there.

Because of the new distance between our residence and Great Lakes City, our family could see she and Bobby interacted far less than even when she was attending college. When asked by our mother, she would claim that the spark didn't feel like it was there anymore. I do not dabble in the psychology that involves romantic relationships (though I do dabble in psychology in general at times) I summarized it as something akin to a withdrawal from addiction or over-saturation that, after so much exposure, they had grown tired of it.

Our mother agreed that she, too, had a high school crush at Lori's age. She felt she would be with him forever, but it wasn't meant to be. Something that made her feel empty until she met our father.

As far as anyone was aware, as of July 2020 and onward, Lori and Bobby were at most distant friends now.

Without our father's restaurant to act as a source of income following the forced closure by the city, she was regulated back to the oldest sibling in the house. However, she had come to the idea of finishing college online.

For Luna, Luan, Lynn, and Lola, the effects of the pandemic had the second most significant impact. Simply put No touring to concerts, no live performances, no sports, and no beauty pageants. The effects of all this seemed like the world turning back time on itself as they "practiced" at home like in their youth.

Leni was probably the most financially yet least mentally stable. Given she was running an online store, her commissions did see a massive uptick in sales for a short period, but mainly being coped up in the house for the better part of two years with less and less social interaction from friends and customers was taking its toll.

Lana probably got the first-place award for her dropping mentality. In a world now that valued clean and sanitation over something with dirt, her hobby of getting down literally into the mud had become something that could reflect poorly on the family. With limited financial support, her collection of pets had to be limited, but she found peace with helping to keep up the maintenance of the house.

Lily had just finished her preschool year and was showing that her talent was most likely in the realm of arts and crafts. She often came home almost always with joy over what they made today and the large group of friends she was amassing. But when summer began, it took a lot to explain to her in even the simplest form why she couldn't see her friends anymore.

Never do I want to see just devastation in her eyes again…

For my part, I was the second busiest of the family. A mind like mine was heavily in demand once the number of cases exploded and the race for a cure began. I was mainly picked up by separate transportation from my colleagues to the institute, where a new lab was set up specifically for our new goal. I know from past experiences that rest is needed, especially when so many speak to you directly about working too much. But it was something that had to be done.

Without the income from our father's restaurant or mother's dental care, we ran off every penny we could find for some time. With no away-from-home activities, Lana made sure to help keep the house stable, and even our mother starting up a garden in the back did help to save some money.

I didn't speak of it at first, but at the cost-cutting we were doing, we had an estimated three months before being on the verge of becoming bankrupt.

But for Lincoln, he didn't change because of all this.

If anything, it gave him even more significant motivation than before. Upon turning sixteen and our father fulfilling his promise to pass Vanzilla down to his son like his father from back, Lincoln packed a large cooler and a duffel bag and left. Saying he was going to "enjoy the kind of freedom on the road" for a bit.

Three days later, when we watched the news, a report about a tornado four hundred miles away, we finally knew where our brother had gone. He took Vanzilla out to storm chase and most likely had a fantastic time if the excitement and joy in his voice from the video provided by the broadcast was enough evidence. When he returned some days later, our family demanded explanations. In his part, Lincoln handed our parents a nearly ten thousand dollar check.

Never before had I seen the look of disbelief so perfectly expressed that I questioned how much different human emotions could be told without the aid of outside forces.

The check helped out immensely for the family. And a month later, when a nearly equally sized second came in the mail, Lincoln confessed that he's been selling his photos and videos and slowly collecting royalties for some time. The more incredible the shot, the bigger the check. Since his video of the Royal Woods Tornado, his steady income increased throughout the years until he completely disappeared for a week. Did we see what it really amounted to?

Because of our brother, we were fed and clothed (though this was mainly in him buying Leni the material), and we had power and a roof still over our heads. As the pandemic eased up and the financial situation improved, it seemed that Lincoln had become our 'hero' as everyone was able to ease back into their old routines.

By this time, my work with the institute had decreased because outright physical exhaustion finally took me down. With my time spent at home, I could check up on paused projects, which was my monitoring of Lincoln.

Missing nearly two years of recording, then reviewing what had shown something I feared when I first documented my findings of the curse. When our family was most likely closer than ever, our brother Lincoln had taken the top spot as the most distant sibling that even Lori, Luna, or Lucy were struggling to compete with.

When he started providing financial aid and lending it to us, my siblings quickly jumped at the chance. At first, it was of goodwill, but eventually, that goodness was eroded like limestone to the point he gave portions to our parents to pass down to them as they saw fit, like monthly allowances from our youth. With such income, Lincoln acquired a new vehicle for traveling. Often being away from home for much more extended periods than myself. His focus often was to go to where any severe weather could be, yet at times traveling to take scenic photography used for nature-related projects, further increasing his income.

By the end of 2021, when Lincoln spoke of his desire to get closer to Tornado Alley, where he'd have greater chances of getting his goal, our parents were understandably worried.

Internally I was far more fearful. Upon receiving this news, I called an emergency sister meeting, one in frustration and some anger directed towards my person, but I cared not. I finally (though limited) spoke of my earlier findings. At first, I did have their attention, but once the curse was mentioned, they turned away. I did, I honestly did, try to plead with them to see reason, but it was for not. At the mention of such superstition, I had accidentally dug up old memories regarding the Bad Luck Incident (and lost some credibility).

But my fears, I felt, were justified.

On a Sunday in March of 2022, a day was chosen explicitly at a time when all our siblings were to be free from their weekend events; after much planning, Lincoln would head out for Oklahoma. A big farewell breakfast was planned, Lincoln pre-packed his vehicle the day before, and we waited for the others to join us.

Of our parents, myself, Lucy and Lily, no one else came. No one of the oldest five or twins came to see Lincoln take his giant step into life when he was there with them. Our parents had hoped there was a simple reason, possibly running behind or having something planned for their brother.

But both were untrue. They were too invested in their personal matters to say goodbye to their only brother.

We had our breakfast, a few laughs, and looked back on fond memories. At this time, I had promised myself to become more 'expressive' and 'understanding' when preparing to leave; Lincoln had asked me to live a life a little more open and free from just being stuck in a lab but never to change who I was. When asked why, he answered, "Because you are who you are, but I'll still love you either way."

In the back of my mind, I honestly felt this was his "goodbye forever, Lisa," and I became a bit more expressive then. I was never one for showing such direct fear, but I knew this could be the moment the curse was waiting. This was the middle child setting out to accomplish his ultimate goal. One that, if history had told us, was the path that, within four years, would see us never united again.

I attempted to make excuses, reasons for him to stay home or for me to join him despite how absurd it was. I could tell that Lucy probably wanted to do the same afterward, but I had beaten her to the punch and gone overboard.

Our parents didn't allow it; this was Lincoln's time to leave the nest. I knew that the universe was laughing down at our family. Lincoln was practically serving himself up on a silver platter for history to repeat what it has done already twice now.

I couldn't let him go. But I had to. When he got into his car, backed onto the street, and down past the corner, I felt like something had broken within me. I did not know what this feeling was, but if it were part of what Lincoln was to me, I would figure it out.

That was over three years ago. And none of us had seen Lincoln since.

At times the only way we knew he was alive was from updated social media or the rare phone call to our parents. But aside from money still coming in monthly, that was all. The most I knew he was still alive was from tracking him on the Storm Spotter Network, a system for storm chasers to coordinate with others, his icon of 'L.L.L.' hadn't changed for four years.

Whenever a significant weather event happened, I almost always saw his icon near the heart. From almost every hurricane, tornado outbreak, blizzard, flood, and wildfire, he was there tempting fate. Yet the money coming in regularly had increased each time and showed little at stopping. It gave me some respite that my brother was alive and active, yet I couldn't help but feel something grow as the days went on.

At the start of 2024, I did begin to believe that maybe I did overthink this situation. Perhaps I thought too profoundly in history that superstitions were driving me crazy for the better part of five years and that the curse was just folklore of old…

… Then news of what happened to Lori arrived. And any doubts I had previously were shattered…

Then came Luna, then Lucy, then Lana…

Leni… Luan… Lola.

I… won't go into heavy details about each of the events that had fallen upon my older siblings. Each has already had its own incidents documented extensively and is still ongoing. As of this time, only myself, Lily, and Lynn have not been affected by any form of disaster. One might say I just 'jinxed myself,' but I would disagree that it's been such a long time.

Now, aside from the youngest five tending regular schooling, the oldest five remain at home, with Lynn having gone to attend Michigan State University (with the money collected from our brother limited, she had chosen to stay in the state) and from what she last told us was preparing for the first real game between state teams. Our family, despite the unfortunate events, is currently preparing for the trip to the game to-

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I have just gotten word from our mother that something significant has happened to Lynn, resulting in her being sent to the emergency room at the nearest hospital. Her condition was last reported as critical.

I may have spoken too soon, but what's done is done. I shall begin writing out Lynn's report after more details are given.

I could hear my family panicking like before, but with such severe news, they were more alive than in previous times. My time is now short, so I shall finish these findings as soon as I can, for if what is happening now is related to the curse, then I fear as we get closer to Lincoln's twentieth birthday, something far worse is waiting for us on the horizon.

Lodge Entry Date: May 24, 2025,

The following is a collective documentation of investigation 201-47.7, originally started eight years ago at the request of my oldest sister. This second entry continues the previous recording with an update on the situation.

And the situation itself is… bleak. Short of the long story: my elder sister Lynn might never be able to walk again.

Allow me to explain: on May 17, 2025, at approximately 1:13 pm Eastern Time at the Spartan Stadium, my older sister Lynn Loud Junior was partaking in annual training with her college teammates in preparation for the upcoming college football season in August.

During the practice, she had complained of feeling slightly dizzy but chalked it up as her nerves got to her, and she returned to training. At the given time, her team was in a mockup position with Lynn as acting quarterback when she was tackled in a head-on collision by an offensive linesman when it was clear that no one could receive her. She attempted to break through the enemy line herself.

She did not get to speed, however, when the tackle commenced. Her opponent, weighing roughly 60 pounds heavier and traveling roughly 30% faster, was at a lower angle to where their helmet impacted Lynn's chest plate.

The impact had caused a case of commotio cordis. A condition occurs when a high force of blunt trauma is directed at the right spot in the chest when in but milliseconds of a heartbeat, causing an abnormal heart rhythm that can lead to immediate cardiac arrest. A case like this was last seen in significant sports two years ago when a Safety of the Buffalo Bills suffered on January 2, 2023.

This alone, I wish, was the end to it.

Upon impact and subsequent start of cardiac arrest, Lynn was impacted from the side by another opposing team member caused, that had the point of contact been distributed more widely would have only caused minor whiplash. But as our fortune in life is now, the impact was nearly wholly focused on the area of her spine between the Thoracic and Lumbar sections. Tied this with her heart being unable to beat properly and a list of other actions that have resulted in the complete motor loss of her lower half.

(Why this occurred is currently under investigation. Further details to come when I can thoroughly examine her, though I believe it concerns the damage taken to the Lumbar area.)

The amount of morphine needed to be administered to negate the level of pain Lynn could still experience was enough upon the first dosage that the medical team worried if this kept up, she could possibly develop some addiction. I personally blame myself for this. A previous yet successful experiment designed to help my sister recover faster from the constant injuries she acquired during sports was meant to help accelerate her healing rate. I had hoped that it was a one-and-done application. But that thought was destroyed upon her experience over forty percent more than she was to feel.

Upon arrival at the hospital, she had to be forced into a medically induced coma to prevent her from causing more damage or… dying from the extreme shock…

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In short, it will be an astronomical chance if Lynn will ever be the same again. Let alone the possibility of being able to walk again without some form of assistance or ever touch any sport again.

At best, like the rest of my siblings, the injuries can heal over time and with proper care and can return close to their previous states. But for Lynn, this can lead her to be wheelchair-bound for the rest of her life. While it's doubtful that she wouldn't let this stop her from partaking in sports involving disabilities (as I recall, there are numerous options like basketball), Lynn was understandably devastated when this news was broken but did not show much emotion. The most accurate way to describe her was the feeling of brokenness. While she had cried during the initial injury upon the news, she reacted with very little emotion afterward.

Her physiological status is right now in question and under heavy watch.

But given all that has happened to our family, I cannot say that something as horrible as this wasn't bound to happen. To who, I couldn't exactly say. My list included our parents, Lori, myself, Lana, Lynn, and Lily, the latter being that as the others already had something happen, what tragedy could have befallen upon our littlest sister could have- no. I refuse to elaborate further on that thought.

Back to the original topic, when asked when she would be discharged from the hospital, the estimated time frame was a month at best, near the beginning of June to the latest being August. The time would be needed to retrofit the house to accommodate her with what limited resources we have left on account of what already had been changed for the others. (Never before had I thought it was possible to 'upgrade' a single bathroom to its current caliber.)

I had requested a whole file of everything known about her condition and can thoroughly say that the injuries are treatable to the point that, with proper surgery, Lynn would be able to walk again come August.

But the cost had been the silent enemy. With such significant damage, the price would easily surpass a quarter of a million for the collective resources I needed to perform such surgery. However, the mounting costs from the family's accidents had significantly destroyed all available funding. With Lana's therapy, Luan's damaged throat, and Luna's near-complete deafness to name some of the costliest items that would require massive funding of their own, despite Lincoln's monthly checks, the medical care needed for the family had left very little to no room to support an injury this grave.

When this was told to Lynn by our mother, I officially began a new document for recording her dropping mentality as I fear later down the line, she could possibly develop dark thoughts involving-

"Lisa, what are you doing?"

The young scientist looked away from her computer towards the source of the voice. She turned towards her bedroom door, which was wide open, where her 16-year-old goth sister Lucy stood. In the seven years leading up to recent events, Lucy still looked much the same as before, even at nearly double her age. The most significant difference was that her attire was more of a black and gray color with her usual black garment and gray ash pants that, according to her, were embedded with ash from a "secret ritual" her group had some time ago.

But aside from this, she was one of the few Loud Sisters to change her appearance with time, with her hair has gotten a bit longer along the back but shorter in the front. Even if she were standing over you staring down, you'd be luckier to be struck by lightning than to see her eyes.

Glancing back at her work, the 12-year-old, who by now herself had reached the height Lucy was at around the age of 10 (though a little on the short side and she didn't know why), let out a tired sigh. One that was just part of the line of many in recent times that made her young body feel like it just went through decades of work.

"I'm just documenting my daily studies. I've been consolidating my notes about our findings on the curse and…" she felt herself drift to today's events. To her sister Lynn to everything else in two years, "… I am worried for our family, Lucy. I know they won't believe me when I speak to them about the curse but I can't for the life of me tell them of our findings."

"Reality is often disappointing. When do you think it will be time to tell them?"

"I don't know… It's becoming hard to think if this is just our family experiencing a series of unfortunate events or if this is the curse at work. With Lori, it was understandable, but now… now I feel we are just moments away from seeing exactly what the ending will be. It is Curse of the Silenced, and oddly enough, even with all our oldest (mostly) home, everything is quieter than ever."

She did find that a bit amusing. A few years ago, she would be celebrating peace and quiet. But any positive thought to that now was snuffed out instantly when the reasons why were remembered.

Maybe this is what the curse meant.

To silence a generation of Louds for history to remember them from what could have been. The first driven off their homeland, the next practically forgotten to history, and now they were next to suffer whatever fate the universe was cooking up for them to feel together.

Yet one factor remained unknown for years. One that, after a few months, had to fall silent to the point that their parents had a hard time remembering exactly when they last heard the voice of the only child missing from the family.

Lucy nodded in understanding of Lisa's thought process. Something that, up until recently, was a shock to many. "I feel that our brother is now experiencing a far better fate than any of us could hope to have. I wish he were here to… be with us in these times…"

Even with half her face covered, Lisa could tell she was much gloomier than her usual self usually was. Recently, it became less of a part of her gothic personality and more as a side effect of all the negative things that had happened.

Subconsciously and without realizing it, Lucy rubbed her wrists slowly at just where her hands connected. Nothing would tell anyone what had transpired that day that if it wasn't for Lisa's work with genetics (despite the many 'failures'), any scar was long gone from sight. Yet for anyone after such fate, compared to Lola, she was the luckier of the two and can still see where the scars were originally.

Never had she felt such pain. Never in all of the time, being part of her little shadow realm, did she think such pain could physically exist in the living world. Never had she cried in agony like that before. She never cried so much as to seek comfort with her family so profoundly not to let go. Fearing if she did that, the pain she felt before would be but a little taste of what was to come.

It hurt the most when each time she tried to find comfort it would circle back to her brother. No amount of poetry since she could write again could put into writing just what her mind and heart spoke as one.

She missed her brother. She missed Lincoln. They all did. But back then, he was the one that she looked to as the one to understand her the most than anyone in the house. But now, for two long years since reaching past the age of 13 did, something 'new' reappear. And never before in a long time did she awaken one night from an unholy nightmare, screaming out her brother's name. Running out into the hallway to the closet at the end and begging for Lincoln, only to reveal he wasn't there anymore.

Never before did Lucy Loud, one of the most secluded children of all the family of 13, feel more alone in the world than ever before that night a year ago. And each night since she prayed, every night, not daring to miss a single one, out to whatever force would save her family from this living nightmare.

Praying for her beloved brother to come home and save them.

Most of this was impulse written on my phone during downtime at work in Google Docs. I just kept building the idea till I got far enough to think, "okay, now." This chapter and the following were posted when I got around to it; there is no definitive timeline for posting new chapters after what is present.

The main inspiration for this story comes from the wider sections of what makeup 3 of the main points for this story. With No Such Luck being the cornerstone. As the tags state, this is a Loudcest story with possibly Sin Kids (hence the name) later on (debatable, haven't gotten that far yet.)

The reason behind this story is based on many things. For one, stories based on NSL and Loudcest vary in how the story gets there. For the former, it follows close to the episode or begins down the path to the point of the family being separated from the parents in jail; Lincoln sometimes either/or moved into a new family (sometimes with Lily) or dead, with the sisters all divided up forever. Or sometimes, a great 'forgiving' that involves the family having to fix the damage they caused.

For the latter, it's usually following some singular event causing sudden (or gradual) emotions in the siblings either a decade into their lives or when they are still young (resulting in the Sin Kids branch).

An issue I've had over time with these is that for NSLs, I feel it's been repeated to the degree that it's just an eye roll of "parents declared guilty, sisters split up, Lincoln taken in by a new family, and everyone starts becoming happy again" that various in detail of straight to it or adding more damage. For the Loudcest, it's the points of who it is, when it is, how far in does it go, where it goes, and how it keeps going. Some stories I've found that either do build it up have the emotional power to it, though often start down the same route with a different cause that usually starts with Lori being first and then going down chronological order. Though most of these stories I've found reach only her and haven't been updated in years or others ranging from runaway love, 'accidents' between siblings, or the occasional 'forgotten father' trope.

This story, I hope, is to make a kind of combination that has a balance to everything. NSLs being the cause (as seen) becomes the reason Lincoln distances himself from the family more and more as time passes, making the others gradually realize just how important he was in their lives. Comparing it to him is like melting glue holding the pages of their book together. And once he's almost completely gone, do they realize exactly everything he means to them? Yet he doesn't feel connected anymore; he still supports them even from far away in the background.

The choice of the "theme" of the story was mainly inspired by a story called Future Love Run Amuck which had a significant plot element as a super tornado destroying Detroit (with some details that did erk me a bit in weather logic) and got me thinking of something like a reverse of Twister. Other inspirations for the weather events in this story are heavily inspired by fictional pieces (like Night of the Twisters, Into the Storm, Supercell, Twister) and real world (Storm Chasers, Tornado Intercept, past and active tornadic events.)

The Royal Wood Tornado (based on the Loud House Episode: Homespun) happening during the NSL incident was combined with being the main driving force to trigger this whole story. I had the image of Lincoln having his suit shredded while he stuck his hand up to a twister in front of his house. The topic of 'The Curse of the Silenced' reason would be explained later if it wasn't completely done so here.

The choice of the 9-year gap mainly was down to how young they were when building their lives. Lincoln leaving around 16 (5 years in) leads to the others who haven't gotten that far in life or just now starting into it having time to build it. They're not too old that the 6-year gap between all first 6 is huge in the grand scheme, but if they go down the Sin Kids route, they're more mature and ready for such a situation. The oldest have witnessed enough in life; the youngest still have time to build up to it.

Some parts of the story plot change in where the show was upon this writing. With ideas based on fandom ideas on where the characters will be in the following seasons. Though for this, Season 6 is when the timeline for this begins to take divergence as while Lincoln was still close to the family to a degree, it eventually split as time went on as the elder sisters moved on. I am trying to take a bit of a 'realistic world' view of how the characters would change from when the show was (2017) through the 2020s, such as the example involving Lori and Bobby.