ConnorRonnoc (2013-09-22 15:36:56)

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So, I went on a trip to Romania over the Summer and went hiking one day. I went off by myself, something which now I think was rather stupid, and found this weird sort of base. I instantly thought it was odd, as when I looked through the windows there appeared to be no activity, yet the "base" seemed as though it had been tended to often. I just stood there staring at it for 10 minutes or so, then I finally grew a pair of balls and walked up to it.

Something about this place unnerved me, as soon as I went up to it a chill shot down my spine. I looked around, I could feel something watching me. I'm being serious here. Something was watching me there. I just know it was. Anyway, back to the story. I went up to the door of the base and tried to push it open. It was locked. Someone obviously still inhabited that place, and I expected any minute a bunch of soliders would run out and shoot me to pieces.

I decided to hit the door again, I had become extremely curious as to what was inside. This time it opened, I took note that the door's hinges were covered in rust. It was strange walking in here, it was completely different from the outside, it was all dirty and manky. I walked around the base feeling rather creeped out by the experience. I came to a room thats doors were locked, and notice a book on a table inside. Filled with a new determination, I smashed down the door and picked up the book. I noticed that only five pages were filled in. I read the first one, assuming it would just be a journal that was forgotten. On the page it said:

17th March, 1997

I'm not sure why I've decided to write this journal, I doubt anything will happen in this base, and yet whatever we're researching is a secret, I've just been put on sentry duty. I assume if I get to a rank of higher authority, they'll tell me what we're actually studying here. I don't have much more to say right now, my Mother always said I was a man of few words.

-D. McGalligon

The first page of the journal I admit wasn't very interesting, but I still decided to read on. Before I did this though, I randomly guessed what D. McGalligon's first name was, I came up with David, Daniel and Dominic. Anyway, here's what the second page said:

23rd March, 1997

I just remembered this journal, I'm bad at keeping up with writing stuff like this. Anyway, I've met some friends here called "Frank Richards" and "Allistar Plank". I've not done much as I'm still on sentry duty but every now and then I swear I see a flicker of a figure in the grounds, it's tall and it's completely black, I don't mean black as in the term we use for brown, I mean pitch black. I assume it's nothing, just my mind playing tricks on me out of boredom. But you never know...

-Dominic McGalligon

After reading this I knew one of the names I guessed was right. I wondered what this figure he kept seeing was and if he'll ever mention it again. Shaking off the thoughts, I started reading the next page.

*To be continued*

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2013-09-22 15:37:30

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ConnorRonnoc (2013-09-22 15:37:57)

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*RESERVED*

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MeNobody14 (2013-09-23 02:50:46)

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*Reserved*

I get a front row seat! =D

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ConnorRonnoc (2013-09-23 05:21:23)

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^ I reserved it for the next part of the story

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