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Speaker 1 (00:02):
This footage is going to change everything, Darius. It's the
biggest scoop you'll ever get your hands on. And my
close friend James told me he was sending a few
encrypted files over my office laptop for review. I really
didn't think much of it at the time. James has
always been a kind of sensationalist, touting stories being larger
(00:25):
than they really are for the entire time I've known him.
Of course, he successfully managed to make sure our paper
can grab a few exclusives before the other big names
in the city, so I knew his intel was not
always bad. I just simply didn't understand the significance of
this until I got a different phone call alerting me
that our downtown office building was on fire. I was
(00:51):
in the middle of dinner with my girlfriend, but she
understood why I had to drop everything. Our entire business
was depending on saving as many laptops and documents as
I could the blaze. I could see it from about
a quarter block away. The fired started somewhere near the
fifth floor. It didn't occur to me at the time
(01:13):
that was where James's cubicle was located. The fire department
did their best to stop the inferno, but they refused
to let me rush in to save our devices. All
I could do was watch as they doused the flames
and continue to make sure the area was roped off.
It was an excruciatingly long twenty minutes. Now I was
(01:35):
on the phone about three times with my boss chewing
me out that I didn't try to supersede the first
responders and get into the building. Once they gave us
the all clear, I covered my mouth and rushed up
the smoldering staircase to our offices, fully expecting to see
the majority of it torched. I told myself I was
(01:56):
ready for that inevitability, but seeing all of our offices
and file cabinets and camera equipment turned into the jar
flooded me with anxiety and despair. After trying my best
to avoid having an anxiety attack, I began to search
through the wreckage for anything that survived, picking apart the
(02:18):
black and rubble and watching as electronic devices crumbled in
my hands with heartbreaking But I did manage to salvage
a few things here and there, and it's the rubble.
I told the firefighters we wanted a full report about
what caused the blaze, and went home late that evening,
feeling dejected and defeated about the experience as a whole.
(02:41):
But I never would have imagined a few hours later
that I would also be adding fear intrepidation to the list.
It had to be at least two in the morning
when James pounded on my apartment door. I live in
a very small complex just south of the river. Unless
my coworkers have been there a few times times, but
never at this hour. I groggily asked what he wanted,
(03:04):
but instead of responding, he barged into my apartment and
laid down a few stacks of papers. He went to
the fire. Of course, you did good, and it'll be
easier to explain. Then it's gone, Darius. I was still
trying to wake up and ask him what he meant,
to which he pointed at one of his stacks of
paperwork and answered, the video footage I snagged, the one
(03:27):
I told you was going to change the world. I
was just at the office trying to see if there
was anything you recover from the inferno, and it's simply gone.
You mean your laptop got burned. I mean, that's it's
no shocker. The majority of the stuff on the floor did,
I commented, as I went to pour some coffee. His
(03:47):
wild eyed look told me that I needed to be
fully awake to hear whatever he was about to tell me.
It was stolen, I'm sure of it. Most of it
was in my cubicle. I could recognize it against the
rest of the debris, but I didn't see anything it
looked like my laptop, So I brought the paper copies
here to give you a look. It's not the same,
but he could help us find another version of the evidence. Maybe, James,
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you're not making much sense, are you saying the fire
was intentional? The only reason these arsonists would risk jail
time was to destroy your stuff, not the rest of it.
What story could you possibly have that would be worth
that much? I said, as I went over to the
first stack and started to sort through the papers he
brought a lot of it was charts and biological scans.
(04:34):
A few sheets down I noticed strange geometric designs and patterns,
the kind of thing that you might associate with the occult.
What what exactly is all this? Remember how I told
you that I had a contact in Europe a few
months ago, someone that was a whistleblower. He said, pointing
(04:56):
to the next part of the document that was written
and would look like Latin. I forgive me, but I
haven't slept since then. Can you just get to the point.
Tell me what this supposed conspiracy is all about. James
took the second stack and showed me a transcript with
a seal that I immediately recognized. My defector was from the Vatican,
(05:18):
worked in the archives. Actually, he told me a deacon
that defected. I guess that's a headline. I started to
read through the transcript, bit perplexed by what the document
was claiming. The Vatican representative had some crazy out there ideas,
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especially about angels and demons. I stopped reading when the
interviewer claimed that these supernatural beings walked among us. Please
tell me you didn't believe this pile of horseshit, I said,
giving him a dry look. Immediately, James went on the offensive.
This is exactly why I needed the video files. They
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said they would send them discreetly, but the fire proved otherwise.
Don't you see the attack on our office proves that
I was onto something here, James insisted. I finally got
a chance to look at the clock. It was nearly
three am in the morning. My patients hit its limit. Okay,
(06:21):
let's talk about this tomorrow and you sleep, so do you.
We can present your findings to the boss when we
have lunch. James shuffled the papers together, giving me an
ugly look. You think this is nonsense. You can be
saying that if you saw what I saw, the found
footage was raw proof of this cover up, he growled
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as he gathered what he'd brought. A few of the
stray papers fell to the floor as he hurried out
of my apartment. I wanted you to see this first,
that you would be on my side. Now coming here
was a mistake. You're no different than the rest, he
snarled as he slammed my door shut. I leaned over
(07:14):
and picked up the papers he'd brought. One included a
few names of a clinical trial in Boston. Another was
a sigil that reminded me of the Knight's templar, and
the third looked like it was a page ripped from
the Da Vinci Code. I couldn't help but chuckle at
the similarities to his Wild Goose Chase in that famous book.
(07:35):
Then I crumpled them all together and tossed them in
my trash dispenser. I went to bed angry and disappointed
in James, but also fearful because of what he claimed
about the arson. There were other conspiracy nuts willing to
hurt us because of this footage, and if it's one
group of people I knew not to piss off, it
was the crazy religious ones. I got up to make
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sure my door was locked, then somehow found a way
to get to sleep. For reasons I couldn't explain yet,
my dreams were troubled and filled with strange imagery of
demonic spirits and angels chanting in the name of God.
Neither sight was pleasant to behold. The angelic host actually
(08:20):
frightened me more. I got perhaps an hour and a
half of sleep before I was rudely awakened again, this
time by the police. Two junior detectives were at my doorstep,
alerting me to the fact that James had been found dead.
What Mammau felt dry the moment they gave me the news,
and my mind flashed back to the strange conspiracies that
(08:42):
he'd tried to convince me of. Looking like it was
a suicide. There's nobody references you and says, uh, why
we're here, The first officer explained, What did it say,
I asked, But the officers told me they weren't at
liberty to say. They told me that nothing had been
found near his body, which troubled me even more, and
then added there was still going to be an investigation
(09:04):
because the circumstances were suspicious. What do you mean, I asked, Oh,
there are a few marks on his back that didn't
look like they were self inflicted, so can't help but
to wonder if perhaps someone forced him to write the
note before, also making sure he didn't survive the night.
The second officer explained, I asked them to keep me
(09:26):
in the loop about anything they find, and the two
of them bid me a good night, leaving me alone
in the morbid thought that James's conspiracy had likely been
the reason for his death. I didn't believe him to
be a suicidal person, and the fact the police mentioned
that nothing was found near him troubled me. He had
gone through the trouble of trying to collect all of
his papers before he left here, and yet not a
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scrap of evidence existed. Someone was trying to make sure
that the whispers of this bizarre angelic tale he spun
to me would never see the light of dadny. I
reached it in my trash and plucked out the papers
that had been discarded in his haste. I was going
to find out the truth. I realized that I would
need to do my own research into this mystery. I
(10:12):
didn't even attempt to sleep again, for fear that whoever
attacked and murdered James might find me next. Instead, I
spent the last dreary hours before daylight trying to find
anything I could on the clinical trials near Boston. I
figured it was the best lead from the papers James
had given me, but it still proved difficult to discover
anything related to the names. Eventually, I did stumble across
(10:34):
a few names that seemed to connect to a nursing
home just past the river. So, without much else going on,
I drove there at first light with coffee in my hand.
All the while I had the image of James in
my head, strangled from a belt dangling above his bed.
While the police didn't tell me precisely how he died,
the image I had conjured up felt accurate, and I
(10:59):
had a preminent that someone bearing the tattoo of the
sigil from the other paper was the one responsible. Now
it was a simple matter of bringing them to justice.
The nursing home actually proved to be not only for
the elderly, but also developmentally disabled adults, and I soon
discovered the three individuals I came searching for fit this category.
(11:24):
All of them were in their late twenties or early thirties,
all men, and all of them looked like they had
been brutally tortured at one time or another. Most of
their mental capacity seemed gone, because as I tried to
communicate all I found where the three were in vegetative states.
(11:45):
Excuse me, but are you family, a nurse asked, as
I tried to get one of them to respond to
my prompts. I'm sorry, No, I came here as part
of an insurance case, I said, thinking fast on my feet.
I knew that these people value privacy and one wrong
thing could get me thrown out insurance. We were told
(12:06):
that was resolved last year, She said, skeptically, it's a review.
Can you tell me what happened to this client, I asked,
pointing to one of the comotos. Look, just because you
have huge money from friends in the Holy City doesn't
mean you can do whatever you want. You've hurt these
people enough, the nurse said, growing louder and more irate.
(12:29):
A holy city do you mean the Vatican? I asked
as I recalled the sigil. Now I knew where I
had seen it before, on a crest and an old
movie connected to that place. James had claimed his source
came from there as well. Do you have any records
of when they were first brought here? I asked, But
the nurse had apparently already figured out I didn't belong
(12:50):
and started to walk to find a supervisor. It's time
for me to disappear. I went the opposite direction, searching
for the record department and making sure they didn't see
which way I went. When I did find the right room,
I started to pour through the files, trying to find
the names that were connected to those trials. I did
find them. I immediately started to see connections written in
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their first data here at the home. For one thing,
all of them were registered as being originally from Europe,
you know, actual birth data or anything related to their
time before coming to America, almost as if they didn't
exist at all, or had been created the moment they
came here. Where had they been before, that why the
(13:35):
Vatican sent them here. I also noticed that all of
them shared a similar tattoo on the right ankle. Reminded
me of that sigil and I recognized as being connected
to the Holy City. Along with the tattoo, each client
had scars in their back, both the left and the
right all the way down. Scars reminded me of what
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you might see if you plucked the wings off of
a bird. As much as I didn't want to even
fathom the possibility of James being correct about his strange conpiracy,
it was almost sounding plausible. I decided to try one
(14:19):
last thing before leaving the home. Returning to the comotose
woman that I had been speaking with earlier, I showed
her the sigil, asking if she had ever seen it before,
But I didn't anticipate her visceral reaction to my inquiry.
She actually started to shake and act like she was
having a seizure and moan, and then she startled me
and grabbed my arms, her nails digging into my flesh
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as she gargled incoherent words. She spat and foamed against
my face, pinning me to the floor. I found myself
shocked to this elderly woman even had such strength. I
pushed her away, scrambling to stand and protect myself. As
she kept trying to prottact me. Was as if she
was possessed the superhuman and strength behind me. A few
(15:02):
orderlies pushed me aside and sedated her as a new
nurse walked in, giving me a judgmental look. You're from
the insurance, you said, he asked as I was escorted
to their office. I guess in that story isn't sticking,
I realized as soon as I saw two police officers.
Everyone was waiting for me to give an answer. They
could get me out of this mess instead. Before they
(15:24):
led me into the office, I bolted in the other direction.
Not my best reaction, I could hear them frantic to
find me. I hid in a linen closet and listened
for the noises to die down. Then I snuck out
towards the eastern wing in my car. I was just
about to leave the place entirely when the nurse from
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earlier spotted me. I was certain she was about to
squeal again, but instead she passed me a small copper key.
There's a storage center over in midtown, big one box
three or six. That's where you'll find the remaining footage.
(16:05):
To get out of here before they find out you
were here, she insisted. I heard the shouting coming from
another part of the wing and wasted no time to
appreciate her gift, racing to my car and then getting
away from the building before more enforcement was called. As
I got on the highway, I finally found myself able
to calm down. Everything was spinning out of control inside
(16:27):
my hand. It was clear to me now that the
people at the home had been experimented on somehow, their
superhuman abilities weren't explainable any other way. I needed to
get to the heart of the matter, I thought, as
I glanced at the key that I'd been given. The
nurse had mentioned tapes, so I automatically connected it to
(16:48):
the footage that James had died for. Apparently there was more.
I wasted no time, making it to the storage center
to find out, telling them which box I was searching,
and opening it without a second thought. Inside I found
only two dusty VHS tapes, both marked with Hebrew letters,
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and right below them someone had hastily scrawled the translations
all the same word Penuel. I took them and left
for anyone was the wiser. On my drive back to
my apartment, I researched where to buy a VCR and
the meaning behind the Hebrew word Penuel was said to
(17:32):
be the spot where a Bible character Jacob wrestled with
an angel all night. A verse said that it was
called the face of God. Some sources said that you
could still go to the spot in the modern day
and see a glimpse of the supernatural. I didn't believe
that nonsense, but I found it interesting that these tapes
were connected again to James's claim of angelic experiments. The
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Vatican was hiding something. Intent to find out what. It
took me a few hours to find the right pawnshop
that sold a VCR, but I sped back to my
apartment right after. I felt certain that the forces which
had already taken out James, were watching me, so I
immediately started to watch the tapes. I'll do my best
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to record what I saw, but I dared not to
repeat the experience. The first video started out quite boring.
I was not sure what I was looking at because
most of the people were speaking Spanish and Arabic, with
only minimal English from the cameraman. I took notes. Because
the video was so scratchy, I knew that it would
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likely be impossible to reproduce. It was clear whoever it
created it wasn't intending it to be used for anything
besides revealing the secrets that the Holy City had covered up.
The cameraman was also extremely nervous because it often was
difficult for him to keep his filming steady, and when
I could see even without the language I'm understood was terrifying.
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The man had discreetly placed himself with a camera inside
one of the patient words from the hospital I had visited,
allowing him to observe visitors coming by and checking on
the comatos woman. They would examine the scars on her
back or try to get her to vomit, but I
couldn't tell you why. The cameraman made a note that
the scars showed no signs of healing, and that this
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was a good thing as long as she doesn't sprout
or remains safe, he explained in a low tone. The
next few images proved me with a detailed look of
the secluded room which the man was hiding in. Apparently
it was right next to the room where I had
attempted to speak to the woman myself, and the mirror
that was facing her was in fact a false one,
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allowing the cameraman easy access to anything within. But staye
as long as necessary. He told whoever he intended his
video for, and then placed the camera down and lay
on the cold stone floor. I became alarmed when sounds
of whales filled the video, and so the camera had
caught the woman leaning back on her bed and screaming
towards the ceiling. She would rear her head back, then
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scratch at her back as best she could, and keep
shrieking for help, but none of the nurses came to
visit her. The first part was the worst of all.
Showed her trembling on the floor. A dim light seeped
through a glass window above. Her body was bare. Two
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doctors watched in awe as she underwent the transformation. The
cameraman and I both found ourselves holding back a gasp
as the woman grew white wings from her back. They
spread almost as wide as the room. The doctor shouted
at each other in excitement and sedated their newly formed creature,
dragging her out of the room. The second video looked
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like it was filmed on a ship. The cameraman had
somehow stowed aboard the vessel and kicked open a door
to reveal what looked like dozens of cages, all of
which had more strange mutated people inside. All of them
were weeping and gnawing at themselves, unable to stop the
angelic transformation that was happening to their body. The man
was talking in a low whisper, explaining that the ship
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was headed for the Vatican's secret lab, somewhere in the
sewers of that holy city. There they'll try to unlock
the secrets of Heaven again, and the ones that don't
belong will be cast down. His video showed that the
experiments seemed more successful on men, and he speculated this
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was connected to the biblical references to masculinity and angels.
He also mentioned a man who was purchasing these people
from stateside hospitals and selling them sinners, forgotten people that
no one cares to look for. They're trying to make gods.
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They camera men whispered. The footage ended as he told
the unseen audience that he would send him more when
he arrived at the Vatican, and it was apparent that
James was the recipient. As I finished them, I came
to grips with the awfulness these experiments and what they revealed.
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The people in charge of representing God were making monsters.
He took them and I tossed them in the dumpster,
tearing out as much the tape as I could. No
one would ever see these horrors. I couldn't help but
feel guilt creep into my soul. My friend died for this,
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This footage is going to change everything, Darius. It's the
biggest scoop you'll ever get your hands on. And my
close friend James told me he was sending a few
encrypted files over my office laptop for review. I really
didn't think much of it at the time. James has
always been a kind of sensationalist, touting stories being larger
(00:25):
than they really are for the entire time I've known him.
Of course, he successfully managed to make sure our paper
can grab a few exclusives before the other big names
in the city, so I knew his intel was not
always bad. I just simply didn't understand the significance of
this until I got a different phone call alerting me
that our downtown office building was on fire. I was
(00:51):
in the middle of dinner with my girlfriend, but she
understood why I had to drop everything. Our entire business
was depending on saving as many laptops and documents as
I could the blaze. I could see it from about
a quarter block away. The fired started somewhere near the
fifth floor. It didn't occur to me at the time
(01:13):
that was where James's cubicle was located. The fire department
did their best to stop the inferno, but they refused
to let me rush in to save our devices. All
I could do was watch as they doused the flames
and continue to make sure the area was roped off.
It was an excruciatingly long twenty minutes. Now I was
(01:35):
on the phone about three times with my boss chewing
me out that I didn't try to supersede the first
responders and get into the building. Once they gave us
the all clear, I covered my mouth and rushed up
the smoldering staircase to our offices, fully expecting to see
the majority of it torched. I told myself I was
(01:56):
ready for that inevitability, but seeing all of our offices
and file cabinets and camera equipment turned into the jar
flooded me with anxiety and despair. After trying my best
to avoid having an anxiety attack, I began to search
through the wreckage for anything that survived, picking apart the
(02:18):
black and rubble and watching as electronic devices crumbled in
my hands with heartbreaking But I did manage to salvage
a few things here and there, and it's the rubble.
I told the firefighters we wanted a full report about
what caused the blaze, and went home late that evening,
feeling dejected and defeated about the experience as a whole.
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But I never would have imagined a few hours later
that I would also be adding fear intrepidation to the list.
It had to be at least two in the morning
when James pounded on my apartment door. I live in
a very small complex just south of the river. Unless
my coworkers have been there a few times times, but
never at this hour. I groggily asked what he wanted,
(03:04):
but instead of responding, he barged into my apartment and
laid down a few stacks of papers. He went to
the fire. Of course, you did good, and it'll be
easier to explain. Then it's gone, Darius. I was still
trying to wake up and ask him what he meant,
to which he pointed at one of his stacks of
paperwork and answered, the video footage I snagged, the one
(03:27):
I told you was going to change the world. I
was just at the office trying to see if there
was anything you recover from the inferno, and it's simply gone.
You mean your laptop got burned. I mean, that's it's
no shocker. The majority of the stuff on the floor did,
I commented, as I went to pour some coffee. His
(03:47):
wild eyed look told me that I needed to be
fully awake to hear whatever he was about to tell me.
It was stolen, I'm sure of it. Most of it
was in my cubicle. I could recognize it against the
rest of the debris, but I didn't see anything it
looked like my laptop, So I brought the paper copies
here to give you a look. It's not the same,
but he could help us find another version of the evidence. Maybe, James,
(04:09):
you're not making much sense, are you saying the fire
was intentional? The only reason these arsonists would risk jail
time was to destroy your stuff, not the rest of it.
What story could you possibly have that would be worth
that much? I said, as I went over to the
first stack and started to sort through the papers he
brought a lot of it was charts and biological scans.
(04:34):
A few sheets down I noticed strange geometric designs and patterns,
the kind of thing that you might associate with the occult.
What what exactly is all this? Remember how I told
you that I had a contact in Europe a few
months ago, someone that was a whistleblower. He said, pointing
(04:56):
to the next part of the document that was written
and would look like Latin. I forgive me, but I
haven't slept since then. Can you just get to the point.
Tell me what this supposed conspiracy is all about. James
took the second stack and showed me a transcript with
a seal that I immediately recognized. My defector was from the Vatican,
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worked in the archives. Actually, he told me a deacon
that defected. I guess that's a headline. I started to
read through the transcript, bit perplexed by what the document
was claiming. The Vatican representative had some crazy out there ideas,
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especially about angels and demons. I stopped reading when the
interviewer claimed that these supernatural beings walked among us. Please
tell me you didn't believe this pile of horseshit, I said,
giving him a dry look. Immediately, James went on the offensive.
This is exactly why I needed the video files. They
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said they would send them discreetly, but the fire proved otherwise.
Don't you see the attack on our office proves that
I was onto something here, James insisted. I finally got
a chance to look at the clock. It was nearly
three am in the morning. My patients hit its limit. Okay,
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let's talk about this tomorrow and you sleep, so do you.
We can present your findings to the boss when we
have lunch. James shuffled the papers together, giving me an
ugly look. You think this is nonsense. You can be
saying that if you saw what I saw, the found
footage was raw proof of this cover up, he growled
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as he gathered what he'd brought. A few of the
stray papers fell to the floor as he hurried out
of my apartment. I wanted you to see this first,
that you would be on my side. Now coming here
was a mistake. You're no different than the rest, he
snarled as he slammed my door shut. I leaned over
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and picked up the papers he'd brought. One included a
few names of a clinical trial in Boston. Another was
a sigil that reminded me of the Knight's templar, and
the third looked like it was a page ripped from
the Da Vinci Code. I couldn't help but chuckle at
the similarities to his Wild Goose Chase in that famous book.
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Then I crumpled them all together and tossed them in
my trash dispenser. I went to bed angry and disappointed
in James, but also fearful because of what he claimed
about the arson. There were other conspiracy nuts willing to
hurt us because of this footage, and if it's one
group of people I knew not to piss off, it
was the crazy religious ones. I got up to make
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sure my door was locked, then somehow found a way
to get to sleep. For reasons I couldn't explain yet,
my dreams were troubled and filled with strange imagery of
demonic spirits and angels chanting in the name of God.
Neither sight was pleasant to behold. The angelic host actually
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frightened me more. I got perhaps an hour and a
half of sleep before I was rudely awakened again, this
time by the police. Two junior detectives were at my doorstep,
alerting me to the fact that James had been found dead.
What Mammau felt dry the moment they gave me the news,
and my mind flashed back to the strange conspiracies that
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he'd tried to convince me of. Looking like it was
a suicide. There's nobody references you and says, uh, why
we're here, The first officer explained, What did it say,
I asked, But the officers told me they weren't at
liberty to say. They told me that nothing had been
found near his body, which troubled me even more, and
then added there was still going to be an investigation
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because the circumstances were suspicious. What do you mean, I asked, Oh,
there are a few marks on his back that didn't
look like they were self inflicted, so can't help but
to wonder if perhaps someone forced him to write the
note before, also making sure he didn't survive the night.
The second officer explained, I asked them to keep me
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in the loop about anything they find, and the two
of them bid me a good night, leaving me alone
in the morbid thought that James's conspiracy had likely been
the reason for his death. I didn't believe him to
be a suicidal person, and the fact the police mentioned
that nothing was found near him troubled me. He had
gone through the trouble of trying to collect all of
his papers before he left here, and yet not a
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scrap of evidence existed. Someone was trying to make sure
that the whispers of this bizarre angelic tale he spun
to me would never see the light of dadny. I
reached it in my trash and plucked out the papers
that had been discarded in his haste. I was going
to find out the truth. I realized that I would
need to do my own research into this mystery. I
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didn't even attempt to sleep again, for fear that whoever
attacked and murdered James might find me next. Instead, I
spent the last dreary hours before daylight trying to find
anything I could on the clinical trials near Boston. I
figured it was the best lead from the papers James
had given me, but it still proved difficult to discover
anything related to the names. Eventually, I did stumble across
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a few names that seemed to connect to a nursing
home just past the river. So, without much else going on,
I drove there at first light with coffee in my hand.
All the while I had the image of James in
my head, strangled from a belt dangling above his bed.
While the police didn't tell me precisely how he died,
the image I had conjured up felt accurate, and I
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had a preminent that someone bearing the tattoo of the
sigil from the other paper was the one responsible. Now
it was a simple matter of bringing them to justice.
The nursing home actually proved to be not only for
the elderly, but also developmentally disabled adults, and I soon
discovered the three individuals I came searching for fit this category.
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All of them were in their late twenties or early thirties,
all men, and all of them looked like they had
been brutally tortured at one time or another. Most of
their mental capacity seemed gone, because as I tried to
communicate all I found where the three were in vegetative states.
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Excuse me, but are you family, a nurse asked, as
I tried to get one of them to respond to
my prompts. I'm sorry, No, I came here as part
of an insurance case, I said, thinking fast on my feet.
I knew that these people value privacy and one wrong
thing could get me thrown out insurance. We were told
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that was resolved last year, She said, skeptically, it's a review.
Can you tell me what happened to this client, I asked,
pointing to one of the comotos. Look, just because you
have huge money from friends in the Holy City doesn't
mean you can do whatever you want. You've hurt these
people enough, the nurse said, growing louder and more irate.
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A holy city do you mean the Vatican? I asked
as I recalled the sigil. Now I knew where I
had seen it before, on a crest and an old
movie connected to that place. James had claimed his source
came from there as well. Do you have any records
of when they were first brought here? I asked, But
the nurse had apparently already figured out I didn't belong
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and started to walk to find a supervisor. It's time
for me to disappear. I went the opposite direction, searching
for the record department and making sure they didn't see
which way I went. When I did find the right room,
I started to pour through the files, trying to find
the names that were connected to those trials. I did
find them. I immediately started to see connections written in
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their first data here at the home. For one thing,
all of them were registered as being originally from Europe,
you know, actual birth data or anything related to their
time before coming to America, almost as if they didn't
exist at all, or had been created the moment they
came here. Where had they been before, that why the
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Vatican sent them here. I also noticed that all of
them shared a similar tattoo on the right ankle. Reminded
me of that sigil and I recognized as being connected
to the Holy City. Along with the tattoo, each client
had scars in their back, both the left and the
right all the way down. Scars reminded me of what
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you might see if you plucked the wings off of
a bird. As much as I didn't want to even
fathom the possibility of James being correct about his strange conpiracy,
it was almost sounding plausible. I decided to try one
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last thing before leaving the home. Returning to the comotose
woman that I had been speaking with earlier, I showed
her the sigil, asking if she had ever seen it before,
But I didn't anticipate her visceral reaction to my inquiry.
She actually started to shake and act like she was
having a seizure and moan, and then she startled me
and grabbed my arms, her nails digging into my flesh
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as she gargled incoherent words. She spat and foamed against
my face, pinning me to the floor. I found myself
shocked to this elderly woman even had such strength. I
pushed her away, scrambling to stand and protect myself. As
she kept trying to prottact me. Was as if she
was possessed the superhuman and strength behind me. A few
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orderlies pushed me aside and sedated her as a new
nurse walked in, giving me a judgmental look. You're from
the insurance, you said, he asked as I was escorted
to their office. I guess in that story isn't sticking,
I realized as soon as I saw two police officers.
Everyone was waiting for me to give an answer. They
could get me out of this mess instead. Before they
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led me into the office, I bolted in the other direction.
Not my best reaction, I could hear them frantic to
find me. I hid in a linen closet and listened
for the noises to die down. Then I snuck out
towards the eastern wing in my car. I was just
about to leave the place entirely when the nurse from
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earlier spotted me. I was certain she was about to
squeal again, but instead she passed me a small copper key.
There's a storage center over in midtown, big one box
three or six. That's where you'll find the remaining footage.
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To get out of here before they find out you
were here, she insisted. I heard the shouting coming from
another part of the wing and wasted no time to
appreciate her gift, racing to my car and then getting
away from the building before more enforcement was called. As
I got on the highway, I finally found myself able
to calm down. Everything was spinning out of control inside
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my hand. It was clear to me now that the
people at the home had been experimented on somehow, their
superhuman abilities weren't explainable any other way. I needed to
get to the heart of the matter, I thought, as
I glanced at the key that I'd been given. The
nurse had mentioned tapes, so I automatically connected it to
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the footage that James had died for. Apparently there was more.
I wasted no time, making it to the storage center
to find out, telling them which box I was searching,
and opening it without a second thought. Inside I found
only two dusty VHS tapes, both marked with Hebrew letters,
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and right below them someone had hastily scrawled the translations
all the same word Penuel. I took them and left
for anyone was the wiser. On my drive back to
my apartment, I researched where to buy a VCR and
the meaning behind the Hebrew word Penuel was said to
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be the spot where a Bible character Jacob wrestled with
an angel all night. A verse said that it was
called the face of God. Some sources said that you
could still go to the spot in the modern day
and see a glimpse of the supernatural. I didn't believe
that nonsense, but I found it interesting that these tapes
were connected again to James's claim of angelic experiments. The
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Vatican was hiding something. Intent to find out what. It
took me a few hours to find the right pawnshop
that sold a VCR, but I sped back to my
apartment right after. I felt certain that the forces which
had already taken out James, were watching me, so I
immediately started to watch the tapes. I'll do my best
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to record what I saw, but I dared not to
repeat the experience. The first video started out quite boring.
I was not sure what I was looking at because
most of the people were speaking Spanish and Arabic, with
only minimal English from the cameraman. I took notes. Because
the video was so scratchy, I knew that it would
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likely be impossible to reproduce. It was clear whoever it
created it wasn't intending it to be used for anything
besides revealing the secrets that the Holy City had covered up.
The cameraman was also extremely nervous because it often was
difficult for him to keep his filming steady, and when
I could see even without the language I'm understood was terrifying.
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The man had discreetly placed himself with a camera inside
one of the patient words from the hospital I had visited,
allowing him to observe visitors coming by and checking on
the comatos woman. They would examine the scars on her
back or try to get her to vomit, but I
couldn't tell you why. The cameraman made a note that
the scars showed no signs of healing, and that this
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was a good thing as long as she doesn't sprout
or remains safe, he explained in a low tone. The
next few images proved me with a detailed look of
the secluded room which the man was hiding in. Apparently
it was right next to the room where I had
attempted to speak to the woman myself, and the mirror
that was facing her was in fact a false one,
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allowing the cameraman easy access to anything within. But staye
as long as necessary. He told whoever he intended his
video for, and then placed the camera down and lay
on the cold stone floor. I became alarmed when sounds
of whales filled the video, and so the camera had
caught the woman leaning back on her bed and screaming
towards the ceiling. She would rear her head back, then
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scratch at her back as best she could, and keep
shrieking for help, but none of the nurses came to
visit her. The first part was the worst of all.
Showed her trembling on the floor. A dim light seeped
through a glass window above. Her body was bare. Two
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doctors watched in awe as she underwent the transformation. The
cameraman and I both found ourselves holding back a gasp
as the woman grew white wings from her back. They
spread almost as wide as the room. The doctor shouted
at each other in excitement and sedated their newly formed creature,
dragging her out of the room. The second video looked
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like it was filmed on a ship. The cameraman had
somehow stowed aboard the vessel and kicked open a door
to reveal what looked like dozens of cages, all of
which had more strange mutated people inside. All of them
were weeping and gnawing at themselves, unable to stop the
angelic transformation that was happening to their body. The man
was talking in a low whisper, explaining that the ship
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was headed for the Vatican's secret lab, somewhere in the
sewers of that holy city. There they'll try to unlock
the secrets of Heaven again, and the ones that don't
belong will be cast down. His video showed that the
experiments seemed more successful on men, and he speculated this
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was connected to the biblical references to masculinity and angels.
He also mentioned a man who was purchasing these people
from stateside hospitals and selling them sinners, forgotten people that
no one cares to look for. They're trying to make gods.
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They camera men whispered. The footage ended as he told
the unseen audience that he would send him more when
he arrived at the Vatican, and it was apparent that
James was the recipient. As I finished them, I came
to grips with the awfulness these experiments and what they revealed.
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The people in charge of representing God were making monsters.
He took them and I tossed them in the dumpster,
tearing out as much the tape as I could. No
one would ever see these horrors. I couldn't help but
feel guilt creep into my soul. My friend died for this,
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so many would keep being tortured and experimented on because
of my silence. But I'm just one man against a
force that's creating God on Earth. Hiding wasn't a brave move,
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which it was the only way for my survival either. Kids,
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