This will probably be my last entry.
E was right. The blog is a bad idea. These are real lives I’m writing about here. There are real implications, as I’ve just learnt only too well. E will probably be leaving soon anyway. So what’s the point of carrying on?
There’s only one thing left I need to know, one thread I can’t leave dangling. So I’m just going to come right out and say it and then I’m going to sign off for good.
Dad…. Is that you?
Another major accident – coincidence?
I can guarantee it is not. This was just one of the manifestations of a possession – one of the most dramatic I’ve ever heard of and certainly beyond anything I would have expected to experience first hand.
I am 100% convinced that a little boy living in the building was possessed by the spirit of another child who died here in the 1950s. The boy had a condition which meant he’d never spoken, but here he was reciting Latin and the names of hospital staff from years ago, names he couldn’t possibly have known – including Dr William Stratton, the notorious rogue doctor who carried out unlicenced and sometimes fatal experiments with ECT.
Most significantly, the boy knew the name JOSEPH BAYLE. And was utterly terrified of him.
E and I now understand that Joseph Bayle is the man she sees in her visions. ALL of her visions. And that the B symbol was a twisted kind of membership badge – the emblem of a secret circle within Bettany Hospital, probably led by Bayle, and no doubt responsible for much of the fear, abuse and tyranny that dominated the place for so many years – the very things that surely created the conditions for the Bedlam Heights revenant-fest.
What we don’t know yet is why E has the mark. And if she has it – do others have it too?
This time we were able to help the possession victim… if not the revenant. Once again I’m left looking at the hidden message from my previous blog and wondering if someone was trying to warn me of what was coming. Trying to protect me. That leaves me wondering who cares enough about me to do that. And I keep coming back again and again to the same possibility. If you are who I think you are: I’m listening. What are you trying to tell me?
Oh yeah. This is Stratton by the way – :
(I told E I got this from an archivist at the local historical society. That wasn’t true. I got it from SilverBullet. Who I’m hoping to actually meet very soon. E doesn’t know I’m writing the blog again. I don’t get how she thinks. Surely the more people who know what’s going on here the better?).
In the window, you can see his face. Joseph Bayle’s face.
And we’re back.
Apologies for the interruption. Some personal issues got in the way. E not at all happy that I’m writing about her. And I understand that, I do, but there is the greater good to think of here.
I was lucky in some ways that E went nuclear on me almost as soon as she saw the blog. I don’t think she stuck around long enough to take in, for instance, that among my regular readers, one of these kids is doing his own thing – ie he’s dead. Nor did she get that this entity had alerted me to the B symbol, E’s arrival, and the revenants we’ve encountered since. It seems to know what’s coming somehow. Today I’d decided I was going to share that information.
But then I noticed something. Something that chilled me to the bone. Something that had been staring me in the face since I started this blog.
The time.
Look at the top of this entry. Says 07:25, right? NOT the time I actually wrote it. I’m not capable of accurately hitting the toilet bowl at 07:25, let alone blogging. It’s 2 in the afternoon right now, it’ll be about 2:15 when I finish and post this.
Now look at the previous entry. And the one before that. And the one before that.
They ALL say 07:25.
OK so you might think that’s weird but not exactly ghostly. Not exactly scary. Nothing but another computer glitch. Hey, maybe all of those weird hidden pictures and sounds and links have been glitches. It would explain a lot, yeah?
But would it explain that 07:25 is the exact moment that my dad died?
I’m keeping this to myself for now. It’s mine and mine alone. I don’t dare say what I’m thinking for fear of disappointment. But maybe this is what I’ve been waiting for all this time.
WITH A HEAVY HEART, I AM CLOSING THIS BLOG FOR NOW.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT.
I guess I should post these pictures. They purport to have been taken in Bettany Hospital and given the difficulty in locating archive material, they’re an amazing find. I received them from a reader calling himself SilverBullet. I wish I knew who you were, Silver, but I guess a guy running an anonymous blog can’t complain. This fascinating though and if you have more, I’d be hugely interested.
Could these poor souls be some of our revenants?
Can hardly bring myself to write this.
We tried to help a girl. We believed she was being haunted after a series of apparent accidents in and around the pool in Bedlam Heights (sorry, still can’t get used to this Brightmoor thing). E was hit by images of a patient who was drowned. I felt sure that with E’s abilities and my experience we could protect the girl, put the revenant to rest, happy days.
But that’s not what happened.
She died. And there was nothing we could do about it. We might even have helped it along.
It’s made me realise that this isn’t a game. This is high stakes stuff. And if I’d paid more attention to what was happening on my own blog last week I might even have seen it coming. ‘A pool of her own tears’. I didn’t even spot it til it was too late.
Maybe these messages are more like warnings. If so, what are they trying to warn me about? Might it be anything to do with E and the fact that she has the weird B symbol ON HER SKIN? She thought it was a birthmark – to me it looks more like a freaking BRAND. E is clearly connected to this building in ways that even she doesn’t yet understand.
Oh yeah, and listen up, revenant dude, I’m not in the mood for the cryptic thing tonight. If you’ve got something to say, how about you just say it?
A girl who sees them is here. I am sure of it. And here is a drawing she brought with her.
This is just one of the pictures drawn by the mystery newcomer. And it means that everything has changed, big time. That message the other week? ‘THE ONE WHO SEES IS COMING’? Yeah, well, maybe it WAS right. Cos this girl – lets call her E – is like no-one I ever met before. She caught my eye straight away – not in that way, though yeah, I guess she is pretty – more that there was something about her manner, an old head on young shoulders, someone who’d seen more than they should.
And most of all because she was at Bedlam Heights to find Jed Harper.
Jed was the guy I mentioned last week. He was an employee who died in the tunnels collapse. At least that’s the story. But Jed was also the guy whose revenant drawings I posted. Someone very close to Jed told me that HE SAW. He could see revenants and he could see how they died. In other words he was one of the few genuine living mediums.
So why was he working in an area that was apparently inaccessible and had no scheduled works planned? Why would it spontaneously collapse? Why did Warren Bettany then quickly eradicate the hidden lift that provided access and rebuild the top floor room housing it? Had Jed stumbled upon something that Warren wanted covered up?
And now, here comes this new girl, searching for him, and with drawings of her own, almost an exact match for Jed’s. She’s understandably reluctant to admit to her abilities, but I can tell. Also –
EDIT: Holy crap. Had to stop suddenly before. It’s now a day later and I can’t believe what’s been happening! I was right about this girl. She is the living proof that revenants are real. She sees them and I was with her when she saw them, and not just seeing, I mean, all kinds of crazy – some unseen force that dragged her to the rafters, skeletons buried in walls, near-death experiences –
OMG it was FANTASTIC!!
I don’t have time to say much now, but it’s what I’ve been waiting for, so, so long. And what’s more, I feel that whatever is sending me messages via this blog KNEW she would be coming. Last week’s hidden message also seemed to be warning me about the revenant we encountered and how he died – by hanging. Surely there’s now no doubt that this blog is being targeted by some kind of entity. I feel it is trying to guide me somewhere, tell me something. I have my theories who it could be but I’ll keep it to myself for now. I promise I’ll make more sense next time but at the moment my head is buzzing! This is gonna be one wild ride….
