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Chapter 1: The Message

I am going to disclaim that the following events in this section are real. They actually happened. And the words are pretty much what was said as far as the recording goes.

I was walking down the hall, rustling to get to class. Its 8th grade. I freaking HATE 8th. But then again I hate every grade. Its school, can you blame me? I finally make it to English class. Now, in my middle school, 8th graders, deserving and residing of the top floor, along with the 5th and 6th graders. The 7th graders were the only ones downstairs, which is odd, but whatever Twin Valley. 

In the middle of the English class I get up to use the bathroom. On the way to the second closest bathroom (because the first is closed) I passed the stairwell to my right. I'm walking out of the bathroom and my best bud Jack comes up to me up the stairs. We exchange the normal "hellos" and "hows it going" banter, but then the meat of the conversation is revealed. 

"Yo, I gotta show you this. I... I need your help." I walk over, concerned. His face contorted into a look of worry and fear. We're standing in the stairwell and he pulls out his trusty ol' iPod.

"So when I was at my dads in Oklahoma, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of whispering," He explains.

He plays a saved clip from the Talking Ben app he has on his iPod. Talking Ben is an app that allows you to interact with a digital 3D rendered dog in different ways. If you speak, he will parrot back what was spoken (or any noise for that matter) in a lower pitched tone. 

The clip, a voice with a rather raspy whisper plays as follows:

Hey-hey how are you? How-how was your day? My day was cool. But your day will not be cool. Something bad is going to happen to you after 38 years. See-see you in Hell... *flustering*

"Dude... That's how demons talk. Their voice echo like that. And their voices are like that... Er-"

"Raspy." I finish for him.

"Yeah, yeah. Raspy."

You may feel skeptical at this point, but what Jack said next really put me out of place. 

"You know that little swoosh at the end? No one else was awake. I thought I heard whispering, and then I felt something move across my bed and out the window. I could have sworn the window was closed when I went asleep."

I could feel the color from my face flushing down to my feet. We were quite naive, which made matters worse. A believable, chilling, story was just implanted into our minds. 

"Did you ask if any of your family members did this? Maybe Russell or somebody?" I ask.

"No. They said they didn't," he responded.

"Okay... I gotta... I gotta head t- to class," I stutter.

"Yeah same. See ya dude," he responds. Our paths diverged. I went back to English terrified. I started drawing mysterious things in my notebook. Quotes. Black figures. I started silently crying because of the fear that was resonating within me. But after a bit I was able to calm down. I kept quiet about it for a while, but it has resurfaced over the course of these past few years.

Now, looking at this now may seem a little over dramatic. Recalling how I felt at the time was quite scary. I was scared out of my wits because I had never heard anything like that. But the Ironic thing is that I'm into that creepy stuff. Now it's kind of fun to be scared when it comes to that kind of stuff. Me and Jack still look for stuff in his backyard. 

That brings me to another story that Jack told me. It was around 9:00pm at his house, and was taking his dog out. He records himself as he's doing this with his aforementioned iPod. 

The clip starts out quite innocent, jack's young self being a little startled but trying to rationalize the situation. The key part of the clip is that he calls his dog multiple times. Now, just keep in mind that his dog, Bart, is a Golden Retriever. Pretty large dog. 

According to what Jack explained to me, He did as follows:

He went out the back of his house, because he thought he heard something, but he thought it was some "some sort of animal or something" and then shortly after, there's a bit of silence. Then Jack calls Bart over. "Bart. Bart come here. Bart come here." If you have a good ear, you can make out a slight "Come here" in the distance, which sounds like a female voice. It was at this point upon examination of the recording that I asked him if there was anyone out with him at all. He replies negative. In the clip, some more "Bart, come here" is thrown, and then after a short brief moment, you hear something along the lines of:

"Bart come here. Bart. Bart. Bart Come here. Bart"

...

"Come here"

After hearing that last "Come hear" you can feel your spine shiver, because its right there. And In the clip you can hear jack running back into the house, with Bart freaking out. Bart didn't bark at all, only thing you hear is Jack and Bart running through his door and what it sounds like Bart shaking. In the house you can hear his claws scratching the stone floor. It ends there. 

There are other experiences that Jack has had alone, and some with me along for the ride. It could all be a figment of his imagination. 

The most mysterious of all these experiences is the Clip from the talking Ben app. 

Over the course of a few months we would go on and off about the topic, talking about its credibility, and how we could have handled it differently. At one point I remember walking around to the park I live near, and we eventually made it to my house, still on the topic. He had mentioned that he thought it was fake, but at the same time, his brother had said he never did it. I suggested that either someone is fucking with him, or something really crazy is going to happen. Again, that day we part with the topic on our minds, although the initial fear has subsided to a mere joke at this point, there is still a slight question as to why it happened.

It could all be a product of our imaginations, something that is definitely possible. Looking back at this experience we could have thought it through more. I also wish I could have documented it more. Although, there is more. But only one more piece of this weird puzzle. Now I don't know if this is true or not but jack told me that Russel woke up and randomly said 52

We joke around about it all the time. But there's a basic fact that it scares the shit outa us. When we're serious it still makes my face turn pale. 

I just wanted to give a little pre-contextual anecdote to this story. The rest of the events in this story thus far are fictitious. This will be based on a dream I had regarding this event. So the main backbone is the dream.