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My name is James Gillespie. I work for the Meyers Consortium, Houston; an association of departments and companies tasked by the government to research the supernatural alongside entities that are unable to be prosecuted by the law. My Leading Officers Logan Cruz and Archie Hughes are currently away on a business trip, hence why they unfortunately couldn't give their statements on my hiring.
However, for context, I can provide that I don't necessarily... Well, deserve this position much like many others. The only person who deserved this spot this year was a man named Miles Payne, who survived after one month. In truth, this spot is only designed for more experienced staff here, However, due to unfortunate circumstances, the Consortium had to make do with what they had, and they randomly chose me, even though it was only my first week.
Given these aspects, I'm relatively certain I will die at least before next month. Until then, I'll need to take my job quite seriously, as this will be worth the majority of my paycheck. Because of course it is.
To give you an introduction, the Consortium is not an actual facility; rather, an operating force monitoring one. From my knowledge, the institute has more than a hundred facilities around the world, each marked as either Stable, Unsafe, or Archival. Stable facilities tend to compose of weaker entities or artifacts — particularly harmless children or families who don't know how to control their powers — and are mostly safe to visit.
However, there have been some cases where people have gotten injured — most evidently when a visitor had their shoulder bent around. The entity that did this was moved, thankfully, and I don't believe it'll be bothering us anytime soon.
Unsafe facilities are — like their names — unsafe, and are usually closed from the public. Typical entities that are sent to an Unsafe facility are composed of criminals, serial killers, the works. Occasionally, we’ve even faced digital threats requiring firewalls.
The Archival facilities are the most straightforward: objects that can only be enabled as supernatural if a human or living being makes contact with them. In a sense, this is the safest out of all the facility classes, and working at one is like a daydream for others in the Consortium.
Fortunately and unfortunately for me, I am the Recordkeeper of a Stable facility, and am therefore mostly safe. The reason why I say it's also unfortunate for me is because of three things: one, Stable facilities house mostly sane entities, and, if, say, a supernatural baby were to throw a tantrum, then yes, I'd be in deep trouble. Hell, the facility I'm in right now is one of the only Stable research sites that disallows visitors.
Moving on; two, since Stable facilities tend to have the most visitors and anomalies being thrown in, it's hard to even keep records of anything. And three, you can just ignore the "Stable" part.
Recordkeepers aren't meant to stay on site most of the time anyway, and are forced to accompany one of our many Squadrons when pursuing an active threat to decide which facility it'll go to. This part of the job is the main reason why so many of us Recordkeepers working in this facility wound up dead.
Alright, I believe that's all you need to know. I can't afford to keep rambling without doing my work.
The following event took place in Texas, Sugar Land. Statements and evidence for this event taking place were recorded by Mark Brennan, interviewee. Transcribed by James Gillespie, Flat 105; age 32.
This happened when I was riding on a train back to Austin to visit my wife and kids about a few months ago. Due to work commitments, I had to stay behind in Sugar Land while my wife and kids went ahead to Austin. It was tough for me, especially knowing that my kids had to stay in Austin for their new school. With that being said, this wasn't the first time I had rode on this train — in fact, I had gotten quite used to it. So, after I had a drink or two, I packed my luggage and took my spot.
Most of the time, there was hardly any noise. I travelled mostly at night, and during this time, about everyone on the train was sleeping. I couldn't blame them. The first time I took the train ride, I slept like a log. Now, given my experience, I can stay up until even midnight; albeit I tend to force myself to go to sleep at nine sharp.
This time, though, after a long day of paperwork, I was feeling incredibly tired. I had just barely caught the train that evening, and already I needed a break. I spent a while scrolling through my laptop to tie up some loose ends in the company (I worked as an Auditor there), and eventually put it away.
My memories about what I did after that are somewhat foggy. Either I was checking my watch over and over again or I was listening to the radio on my phone.
I think I slept at around 9:30, so it wasn't as late as it could've been. But, again, today had been a long day, and given my position, I was more than willing to take a break. I slept surprisingly soundly for about a few hours or so — I already took off my watch at this point, so I didn't really check — until I had to wake up to go to the restroom. I headed back to my seat after taking a picture for my family and went to sleep directly afterwards.
It was only until at around midnight did I actually hear everyone begin talking to each other.
Obviously, I woke up from all the noise. It took a moment for my mind to catch up — just hours before, the atmosphere had been quiet, with there hardly being a sound. Now, the the car was the exact opposite of that mood. It was as if a switch had been flipped.
At this point, I took out my watch. It was indeed past midnight. I was unsure if I had missed an announcement or if something unusual had occurred, but I wasn't willing to find out. After a moment, I decided to move to another trailer, hoping for a better place to sleep. The trailer I had gone into was just like the last one a few moments ago, with it being all quiet and whatnot.
Fortunately, there happened to be a seat away from the others, which I gladly took for myself.
Given all the noise back in the other trailer, it took me about an hour to finally fall asleep. And when I did, I was surprised to find out that the trailer had become even louder than the previous one. At this point, I was frustrated. I mean, who wouldn't be? It was the middle of the night, I had a long day of work, and for some reason, the trailer just kept getting louder and louder.
Eventually, I had to move away from the noise and attempt to take refuge in the next trailer. I mustered the strength to finally sit up right and leave. By the time I had got to the door leading to the carriage, though, I happened to realize that the lights had turned off. This didn't surprise me; trains usually had a built-in system to turn off the lights whenever it was getting late. But now of all times was pretty surprising, especially since it was around midnight.
Now, I don't know much about trains or how they work; I only ride on them. So at the time, I was guessing that maybe they didn't turn it off because everyone was still talking. Sure, it didn't make sense, especially since most of the passengers were already asleep at one point, but I didn't want to think about it.
I settled into the next carriage and looked around. It was dark, with hardly any lighting whatsoever. The only light I could see was coming from a man scrolling through his phone sitting near the entrance of the door. I couldn't really see him exactly — even with the light coming from his phone, it was pretty hard to get a look at him — but since I wanted to be alone, I moved to the far end of the carriage, settled down, and slept.
For once, I actually got good sleep. I slept for what I thought was the whole night. There was not a single sound in the room. Either I was too tired to hear anything else or the carriage was that isolated. Again, it was dark, and if there was more than one person inside the carriage, then I probably wouldn't have known.
What frustrated me even more now, though, was the fact that I still couldn't sleep.
At this point, it was getting repetitive. I groaned, got up, and as if by reflex, prepared to move to the next carriage in hopes of finding some place more isolated.
But what I saw was even more disturbing.
Like before, it was entirely dark, except for one thing: a pair of white, glowing human eyes simply staring at me.
There was noise, sure, but I couldn't see any of them move their mouths. I thought maybe it was coming from the carriage behind me because people were all chatting now, but no matter how many times I tried to hear it, the noise always seemed to be coming from here. All I could see now was a glowing light surrounding their eyes. I looked down; the phone was gone. At this point, I was terrified. Where was the light coming from?
Before long, all I could see was a pair of normal human eyes, all glowing brightly, just staring at me.
I tried to take out my phone to perhaps turn on the flashlight, or — if it came down to it — call the police. Thing is, no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn't turn on. I clearly remembered charging it, and without a proper light source in the dark, I did not feel like moving.
I guess I did try to get up at one point, but whenever I did, I would continue hearing this shuffling noise, and at least one pair of eyes would move upwards. I couldn't see their body, sure, but that slight bit of movement was more than enough to tell me that whatever these things were, it could stand up perfectly.
I tried saying maybe a few words to them, but to no avail. In the end, I resulted to calling for help. Again, no avail. All I could hear was loud chatter and rapid knocking.
I remember burying my face in the palm of my hands. I could've swore I almost passed out.
I noticed that not all of them would stand up when I did, which offered me a glimmer of hope. I knew I didn't want to fight these things as I was greatly outnumbered, so with this in mind, I devised a small plan: I would keep sitting down and getting back up repeatedly, watching for at least one of the creatures farthest from me to respond.
Eventually, on my 10th or maybe 11th try, one of the eyes at the far end of the carriage stood up, and I figured it was my best bet. I immediately sprinted towards the exit, not bothering to pay attention to the other figures staring at me, and burst through the door. Only one of the eyes began to follow me throughout the train.
I ran and ran through as many doors as I could. All the carriages had completely changed.
I ran through a carriage of running water. I even ran through one of bloodied corpses. You probably aren't going to believe me on this one, but I swear I was even falling downwards at some point. How I didn't sustain any injuries amazed me. It was almost like a nightmare: you were running from something that was continuously gaining on you within an empty void that stretched on and on forever.
I remember even checking behind me at one point, which prompted me to go even faster than before.
I ran through what seemed to be a hundred doors before I finally fell down from a seat. When I looked up, I was back to my original car. The light seemed to be brighter than usual, and the usual din of chatter you would hear on a train returned me back to the real world. I looked at my clothes; they were all dry. I was even feeling more refreshed than I was before.
I got off the train as soon as I could right after that.
The previous statement has been stored and archived in our primal records.
As soon as the statement was delivered, the Consortium began conducting their investigation and interviewing a few people who were supposedly on the train at the time. As expected, hardly any of them saw Brennan at all due to how crowded it was. So, like many other cases, this one reached a dead end. The only thing we could conclude was — if we were trusting our client — yes, this train definitely departed, and this event definitely took place.
However, I did happen to do a little digging myself in my spare time and got ahold of the camera footage regarding the train's departure. While nothing seemed off to me, there were major features that raised a few eyebrows. Three individuals who boarded the train — Kyle Baldwin, Dana Palmer, and Cecil Caldwell — were reported dead approximately three years ago, with Caldwell and Palmer killed in the same manner: rapid stabbing to the neck. Kyle, on the other hand, was found dead brutally mutilated in his bathroom. Cause of death appears to be that of a psychopath. Both of his eye sockets and his jaw were reported missing.
Another glaring aspect I almost missed while reviewing the footage was the moment the camera captured the entrance to the carriage where Brennan encountered the individual he described. About 40 people boarded this section of the train, and yet only 12 of them came out. I reviewed the cameras in Austin and counted the number of people leaving the carriage one by one.
They all spent 2 hours inside the train in the same carriage they entered. So why did only 12 people come out? There was only one stop, after all.
It's also important to note that before Brennan entered the train, he was quite evidently drunk. It's likely that he lost his track of time during the train ride, hence why he stated he slept maybe "a few hours." This on its own raises a lot of doubts to his story.
Still, given my job here at the institution, and the fact that there were about three people who shouldn't have been alive boarding the train with him, I forced myself to take this into account. As of now, this recording is currently in the "Inconclusive" section of the filing system; but, given the previous evidence mentioned, I won't be surprised if this changes.
Written by Coolwriter2805
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