The following accounts have been collected in an effort to consolidate all known data from Chapter Delta of Organization Zero concerning an entity known primarily as Solacra (So-Lah-Cruh). Most names have been altered or redacted. Access to these documents is restricted to Class C officers and above.
Data from Chapters Alpha, Beta, and Zeta is awaiting clearance for release and collection. Estimated time for confirmation: Unknown.
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<From the audio recordings of REDACTED, female of 24 years. First recording is timestamped July 5th, 2000.>
“So the first official sighting of the entity Solacra is five days after the Apollo crew returned to Earth. Five separate people reporting seeing a dark figure with no discernible features or mass moving through a poorly lit area. A singular glowing red mark upon the creature that seemed to move over it's form is believed to have been it's eye.
None of the five eyewitnesses attempted to intercept the figure, and it vanished soon after. Though attempts were made by all five individuals to go public with this information, agents of an organization that shall remain unnamed ensured that all information has remained secure and classified. As for-”
<This recording abruptly ends. The second recording from REDACTED is timestamped seven days later.>
“My original computer suffered a critical failure and I have lost a good amount of data. I barely recovered the beginning of my first recording.
I will divulge here what I have gathered. Solacra appears to be a shadow entity, capable of traveling great distances in the dark, and possibly even employing a technique others on the project have dubbed ‘Shadow Teleporting’ to get even farther in short amounts of time. Some have surmised that he came to our world via the astronauts. It is possible.
We also know that as of 1972, Solacra is not friendly. It began with the original eyewitnesses.
The first, Thomas Oakplus, was found split open. Jaw dislocated, teeth pushed inward and esophagus damaged from internal pressure. It was as if something got into him and then forced it's way out.
Then came the second and third. Jessica and Emily Forester were found with their heads severed and placed in front of windows. It seems that whoever or whatever did this, though some involved with studying the entity Solacra believe it was the culprit
Xavier Holliday, the fourth person of the group, has not been seen since his last doctor's appointment on April 17th, 1972. No body parts or anything that could clue investigators to his location have ever been found.
Perhaps the most foreboding is the final eyewitness, Dustin Wells. Dustin Wells was part of a rather unfortunate automobile accident that claimed the lives of his wife and daughter, and left him in great pain while recovering in the hospital. On the seventh day of his recovery, morning shift workers arrived to relieve the night shift only to find Dustin Wells dead of asphyxiation.
While investigations into his death revealed obvious neglect in regards to the night staff, nothing they turned up could explain the words intricately carved into the room's window
Released From Torment.”
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<The next section is the dictation of bodycam footage from a police interview with a man named Alexander, hospitalized, convicted and consequently admitted to a mental health facility after the murders of his son and wife, as well as several others affiliated with his son. Detectives Blakey and Portson are involved.>
Detective Blakely: “Listen… you just need to cooperate with us and-
Alexander: “You don't get it! I already told them! That shadow thing! The demon! It possessed her! It made me kill her! It killed my son! It killed his friends! It's eyes… so red… so hateful!”
(Alexander can be seen on bodycam trying to pull himself out of his hospital bed before Detective Portson forcibly pushes him back against the mattress before returning to his own seat.)
Detective Portson: “There were no signs of forced entry around the crime scene of your son's murder. The broken window's glass was outside, indicating that it was damaged from the inside. Your wife…. You shot her.” (The Detective can be heard taking a deep breath and shuffling.) “You want to know what the running theory is, what the courts will assume and try to convict you for? They're going to assume you killed your son and his friends, and forced your wife to play along with you… and that when she finally tried to fight back, you blew her brains out. We have a phone call from her. She was inconsolable, screaming that you were chasing her with a gun when she told you she couldn't play along anymore”
Alexander: “NO! I DIDN'T DO THAT! IT WAS THE FUCKING SHADOW! IT TORMENTED ME! IT GOT IN MY HEAD AND MADE ME HALLUCINATE! IT MADE HER ATTACK ME!”
Blakely: “There's no evidence to support that claim, sir. Now… did you think they were suffering, your son and his friends? Is that why you painted the words ‘Released From Torment’ around the window?”
Portson: “On that note, where are the other kids? We searched that old school you told the other officers about, there's nothing there. No blood, bodies, nothing.”
Alexander: “No… no… NO NO! It killed them there! He said they did! It killed them and then it killed him! You need to stop that goddamn thing!”
(Alexander can be seen trying much more fervently to escape the bed, despite the lack of use of his legs. He attempts to claw at Detective Blakely and is then physically restrained by both detectives until he can be placed in restraints and consequently sedated. All the while, he's screaming near-unintelligibly about the shadow monster.)
<While this event's connection to the entity is questionable, the agent assigned to the case deemed it viable to include. The agent's decision would prove to be a smart one, because Alexander would be found dead in his room at the psych facility a day after admission, head propped on the bed facing the door with it's eyes forcibly removed, much like his son. Again, the words ‘Released From Torment’ were painted in blood on the wall.>
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<This next entry is a series of diary entries from a young woman, who we will be addressing as Emily. This diary was brought to the family's local police after Emily disappeared. A planted agent was able to retrieve it and keep it away from the public eye.>
November 23rd, 2019
Well, Diary… I saw something weird today. I caught the train home from school, and we were passing by the woods at the edge of town.
I could have sworn I saw a figure in all black running or… sliding… to keep up with us.
I tried to get others to look, but after taking my eyes off it, I couldn't find it again. Even then, I just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It scared me. The feeling is still there. Almost like it's in the house. Mom and Dad don't feel like anything is out of the ordinary. Maybe I need to get out of the house with friends tomorrow?
I'm going to text a few of them to see if we can go to the mall.
November 25, 2019
That thing I saw two days ago. I think it's real, and I think it's following me. It's using the shadows to get around. I almost didn't notice it at first yesterday, but then shadows from people were a bit too long, or the shadows of cars didn't match the vehicle casting them. Then there was the fact that some shadows would seem to connect even when the direction the sun or other light sources were coming from didn't allow for it.
Then came the eyes. It's always just out of the corner of my eye, but when I begin to notice the alterations in shadows, I'll catch those crimson eyes for only a moment only for them to vanish when my full attention is drawn in.
This practically ruined the day out with my friends. Normally after a bad day, I'd go home and cuddle George but we had to put him down last month. That cat made it to 16… I miss him so much. He was a grumpy little asshole, but still. He was our grumpy little asshole.
I think the day might be getting to me… because the shadows look like they might be moving…
December 3rd, 2019
He's in the house. I see the shadows moving. I see his eyes more often now. He's here. He wants me. He doesn't act around my parents or visitors. He's taunting me. He wants me to look crazy. But I'm not crazy. I'm just scared.
I need to get away from him.
I need out of here.
PLEASE HELP ME. I'M SO SCARED.
<This is the last legible entry in the diary. The remaining pages are scribbles, make-up stains, and drawings of the shadow creature. Emily would resurface in 2022, her head found in the family home’s garage, the same three words from other similar murders painted in motor oil on the ceiling. Like with the Alexander incident, the parents were brought in and interrogated, but unlike that situation, there was no evidence to tie them to the disappearance or murder.>
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<This next entry Is an extremely valuable piece of evidence. While it regrettably involves the death of an Agent, it also contains audio of the creature We identify as Solacra. We can only describe the voice as multi-layered, as if it is attempting to use multiple voices it has heard over the years to speak at once. This entry is timestamped for August 5th, 2001.>
Agent: “I know you're there…. Can you speak?”
Solacra: “I have learned by observing your kind. You come to me alone. This is foolish.”
Agent: “I've come here in an attempt to understand you. We want to know where you come from and-”
Solacra: “I lived how I wished… alone. Undisturbed. I could gaze upon this blue sphere and to wonder what lay upon it. I would have been content to simply wonder. You intruded upon my home. I regret that I hesitated. I knew not how to strike at beings of flesh. I do not understand flesh, I did not understand the bulky shells they wore. My hesitation trapped me on the vessel that returned to your world. I have observed your world and I find it fetid, disgusting… I find it lacking.”
Agent: “Lacking? What do you mean?”
Solacra: “Can you not guess? The ignorance of beings of flesh. You have invented prejudices as far back as your history can record to justify your need to inflict pain on one another-”
Agent: “I don't think you have any room to judge. You murdered innocent people in your time here. You've destroyed families, killed children!”
(We are unable to discern the noise that follows after this, but some have theories that was the creature's attempt at laughter.)
Solacra: “And yet people like you work tirelessly to hide my existence… and the existence of things like me. Actively smothering any attempts outside of those undertaken by your own organization to study and track me. Would it surprise you to learn that there are other groups like yours across this vast cosmic rock which dedicate themselves not only to just studying what I am, but to keeping the other fleshes around them so blissfully ignorant of my existence?”
(There is drone footage which was able to capture the visual of this part of the exchange. Unfortunately, the footage is only 14 seconds long, as the entity apparently noticed the device and expanded its mass to cover the windows and block external line of sight.)
Solacra: “You claim to worry so greatly over my choices in prey, and about those hunted by the other unnaturals of your world, but you keep them so ignorant that there is no possible way they could prepare themselves. You want to understand me? Then I shall enlighten you. I am the absence of light. I am darkness. And since mankind so often associates darkness with wickedness, then I shall be wicked. If the wicked ones of man need no more reason to commit their acts than because they can, then why must I? Mankind is itself a torment, and I shall release them from it.”
<What follows before the recording short by the loss of the agent’s belt-clipped listening device Is a rushing noise, followed by the sounds of tearing flesh and the agent's screams. The agent has never been seen again, alive or dead, but He just widely believed he did not survive the end of the encounter.>
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<The following was found remotely added to the server upon which the previous collected accounts were saved to prepare for the consolidation of all known efforts of all Organization Chapters to study and possibly one day contain the Entity. The individual responsible for the upload is the previous agent responsible for collecting accounts detailing the entity from the agents of Chapter Delta. She was found dead three days after the remote upload was discovered within the server. Details match previous victims of the entity; the head propped in a position facing the entryway of the room it was founded, with the same three words painted on the wall. These are the final words of Agent Hallon.>
“This is Agent Hallon. I'm adding this recording to the collection via remote upload. The Entity has been tracking me. Thanks to my training, I was able to notice the altered shadows and the distortions in the night. What came next was not something I was prepared for.
I believe the entity has learned to manifest itself has something close to human. I'm seeing men and women, and kids… all matching the appearance of the victims of the Entity known as Solacra… all grey. All always in areas that are dimly lit or not lit at all. Last night one of them was in my house. I think he knows I've been assigned to gather all the documented accounts of him.
There's no one outside of the organization I can speak to about this. I may have a civilian identity to keep, but I cannot bring protocol and let any person involved with that life know what's going on. My attempts to warn my fellow agents and my superiors were simply met with insistences that I stick to protocol.
In the end I don't blame them. Protocol is all we have. We've not yet found a way to hurt or kill this creature permanently, so all we can do is keep doing our jobs until the last breath.
I can only hope that those from my civilian life are left alone for as long as possible. Maybe my spirit could rest easier if I could fool myself into believing that they are not now targets of the entity simply by association with myself.
I'm scared.
He's in my house, and any moment can be my last. I'm sending this out so that they know that I maintained my duty to the organization. Let this be another account.
Goodbye.”
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<As of the distribution of this collection, what follows is the final viable entry for the Solacra Files from Chapter Delta. The contents are from the final journal entry of an former amateur self-proclaimed ‘cryptid hunter’ survived direct contact with the being before his induction into the organization and the subsequent scrubbing of his identity from the outside world.>
Entry Four-One-Eight.
The date is June 13th, 2022. It's a Friday, funnily enough. We're approaching midnight and I almost died. I'm not even sure how I'm going to put it into words. I don't think there's any possible way to describe what happened. That said… gonna try.
I'd followed strange reports of things nobody could explain most of my life. You'd be surprised what people are willing to pay just to get some form of answers even if they do wind up being inconclusive.
Some would say that I was profiting off the suffering of families who had lost loved ones. Is it really wrong to offer hope to people who have had search parties and police just give up?
Besides, after what I went through tonight, there's no way anyone can deny that there are things out there that we can't explain, and that are most likely responsible for a lot of tragedy.
I'd come into this small town following reports of what could only be described as a hungering darkness.
It took a few days of preparation but with two separate flare guns, a few flashbang grenades, and a high-powered strobe light? I felt like I was prepared. Maybe I should have chosen a different place to camp out, though.
If I had, maybe the deputy that had showed up to investigate what I was doing out in the woods with such strange equipment would still be alive. He'd been grilling me about the grenades when it struck. The darkness beneath his cruiser had snapped out like a Coyote's jaws and snared his ankle.
He hadn't even had time to scream as he got torn apart and pulled under the vehicle.
Before it could climb out and come after me, I went on instinct and hurled a flashbang under the car and ran.
The sharp BANG was accompanied by a shriek of fury. I needed to get to a public place. Maybe a crowd would make it think twice? I gripped one of the flare guns in my hand and kept running.
It followed. It followed fast.
In retrospect, what I did next was fucking stupid. I fired the flare gun. In the middle of the woods. In a dry season. Yeah, it didn't take long for the fire to take hold and start spreading. Damn it. But, it wasn't chasing me anymore. I suppose the new problem is that I was undoubtedly spotted running out of a forest where plumes of smoke were rising into the moonlit sky.
I'm writing this from a bathroom at the gas station. Whatever happens, I'm hoping this journal finds it's way into the hands of people who aren't afraid to get the truth of the matter out there.
Guess we'll see!
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<This concludes the collection of accounts involving Entity Solacra from Chapter Delta. Once permissions and clearances go through from other chapters, all collections will be compiled into one major database which will be secured in Organization Zero’s primary location.>