Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25346013-20140825053013

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Digital log #03869   Year 2309 User: Anonymous 

 WARNING TO ALL  

   Greetings my name... you know what my name doesn't matters let’s just say I am a worker at a museum called Delphi. Our museum specializes in art, but not art like you would see in other places. No, we specialize in Dead Art. Think of this like cremation or turning a dead person you cherish in to a diamond, but instead of all that we, well The Artist, turns them in to paintings. Each painting is unique based on time since death and cause. The art is labeled by the cause of death followed by date and person’s name. This museum has been running for last 50 years and it has been through a lot, from riots about rights of the dead, to people trying to steal the paintings, but nothing prepared any of us for what started to happen about a week ago. Here at the museum we have strict routines. One person helps work on paintings while the rest, file new paintings, take inventory, clean the museum and put up any new paintings which have been brought to us. The day it all began I have been doing inventory of new art as usual, reading off the names to pass time “Car crash, drowned, strangled, shot,” occasionally coming up on fun once such as “soda machine, wild bear, too much Ice-cream, and…” That is when my heart froze. As I picked up the final painting the tittle read “The Artist”. In all my years of working at the museum I never saw a painting titled as “The Artist”. The painting looked like it was a screaming face painted in only red, dark red, almost like blood. I thought it was a joke at first so I put the painting aside and decided to ignore it, pay no mind to such foolish pranks. The next day as I was doing the inventory again, a coworker came up to me asking where one worker in charge of working on paintings was. I said I didn't see him all day and said to him to go ask someone else, I said that I would have helped him but I had many paintings coming in and I had to get through them all. Once again same routine, and once again my heart froze as I got to last painting. It was the same painting as before and the title read” The Artist”. I didn't understand what was going on. I wanted to scream but I held it back. “The Artist is a robot”. I said to myself. “This can’t be right”. I backed away from the painting and ran to find the manager to tell him what happened. He told me it was alright, a glitch in the program, he seemed awfully calm about all this. He told me to go home and to let it go for now. I listened to him, and went home that day. But since that day workers have been going missing, all of them worked on paintings on the day they disappeared, and each day a new painting has appeared, all titled “The Artist”. Tomorrow it is my turn to help with the art. I am planning to call in sick. I have no idea what is going on, but I am planning to quit this job and report all the events to the police. I am doing this log to inform all of you about what is going on. I know I might not be safe after I post this but trust me, and whatever you do, Do Not, approach or come in contact with The Artist. I hope this all ends soon and everything will turn out alright, but for now. Goodbye everyone.

    