(This book was started as a class assignment. I liked the way it was going and kept it up. Tell me what you think)
CONSPIRACIES EVERYWHERE
If you have opened this book, I suggest you close it right now. For if
you decide to read this book, your world will be turned upside down. Everything
you have ever come to know, every belief you hold dear, will be rocked to the
core with what I’m about to share. So if you are faint of heart, stop reading.
Turn away, and read something else. (Also, if you think I’m crazy, you can
either read and be amazed, or turn away and continue to live on in blissful
ignorance. Either way, I have no time or patience for unbelievers.) But if you
choose to continue to read this, beware. Everything you thought you knew about
events of history are about to be changed.
I know I may sound like a crazy person, but everything I say and am about
to say is totally 100 percent true. So don't read this, find me, and tell me I
need meds. (Actually, that’s kind of why I'm going nameless, since I've had
more than my fare share of people telling me to institutionalize myself.) I
know that this sounds like the ramblings of a crazy person, but I am completely
sane. Neurotic, maybe. But totally and utterly sane.
It all began when I was young, and I expressed my interest in the
unknown. For me, there always had to be an answer. The mysteries that plagued
our unbelieving society. Were they really mysteries? Or were they something
altogether extraordinary that they couldn’t be explained by the normal means,
so they were just labeled mysteries. So as I got older and knew more, I began
to do research. I swore to make it my life’s work to find the answers, no
matter the cost or what I might find.
I tried to find those that were of like minds, but I had no luck. Those
that I did find were completely bonkers. There were those creepy thirty year
olds who still lived with their mothers, and spent all day in their pajamas.
Others were so pale, that when they went outside in the sun, they would turn
into huge flashlights. It was really gross. There were those that hid behind
normal facades, and when they went home, they were surrounded by their space
ship models, and posters of scantily clad space girls. Either way, compared to
them, I am utterly and supremely normal. Just slightly neurotic.
Anyway, with my parents blessing, (surprisingly), I began to do some
digging. I decided to start with the mysteries close to home. As time passes by
I begin to publish my work and the findings I made to support my theories.
There are those open minded people who are beginning to listen, and I only hope
the feeling spreads. The pages you will read are my personal accounts of each
journey. (My book holds more intricate details, as well as evidence.) Either
way, if you're still reading, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.
ROANOKE
I was first made aware of this mystery when
I was just a brat. I learned in my fifth grade history class about the first
settlement the English created, calling it Roanoke. In the long run, a group of
the colonists had to return to England for supplies, since they didn’t have all
the necessities there. When this group returned, they discovered that everyone
that they left behind in the settlement was gone. There was no trace whatsoever
about what happened. There was no sign of them being removed by force, and no
indication of where they might have gone.
Even though the settlers sent out search parties, there was no luck in
finding those who had gone missing. Eventually they moved on to create a new
colony and called it Jamestown. While the mystery always lingered, history
moved on. After I learned about this, I went home and ran as many searches as I
could on the computer. I went to the libraries and tried to find as many books
on the subject as possible. However, there was little to no information. I
began to get really frustrated. I mean who in their right mind leaves a mystery
of a missing town unsolved or over 200 years?! They may have been the first
American settlers to settle down, but they were either a bunch of idiots, or
really uncaring people. I mean, there
must have been somebody that they knew that went missing; why didn’t they
bother to continue to look? Keep a record?! For Pete’s sake!!
Pretty ticked, I decided to go to the source. I booked the first ticket I
could to Virginia. I was determined to find out exactly where the Roanoke colony
was, and look around. I got there, after a freaking long and frustrating flight
and ride, but no one was, or was even trying to be a help at all. It turns out
that the island was turned into a thriving town, and no one could really tell
me where the settlement once was.
I finally hit the library. I needed the quiet to sort through the
frustrating feelings, and the quiet prevents me from blowing a gasket on the
next innocent bystander. The Librarian seeing my frustration approached me and
asked if she could be of any assistance. I asked her if there were any clear
indicators of where the settlement once was. She informed me that there was no
clear indication other than it was near a forest. I asked if she would be able
to direct me to the quickest way there. She offered me a ride, telling me that
it was a quiet day and the other librarian could handle it.
She went to the front to inform the other librarian that she would be
escorting a history enthusiast to the Roanoke site. Afterwards as we walked to
her car, my mind began to race. What would I find? Would I see any indications
of the settlement? Would I finally get the answers that I seek?
When we arrived at the forest, the librarian dropped me off and said she
had to go back. As much as she said she wanted to stick around, she had to get
back to work. I don't think she was telling me the truth. I saw her face, and
she was scared. From what I heard about this forest, I understand. From what I
heard from the locals, they tell me that there are some weird vibes. However,
honestly, the way they spoke when they told me, it sounds more like they were
high as a kite then straight. But standing here now, I did feel the weird
heebie-jeebies and weird vibes coming from the forest.
However, no matter the feeling of foreboding, I decided to head straight
in. it felt like the forest was trying to greet me. Not in a bad way, but still
a bit intimidating. I know I said it gave me the heebie-jeebies, but not the
bad kind. This was the kind that made you realize that where you are, is
ancient, magnificent, like those really old important people, (kind of like the
Dahlia Lama), who when you see them, they still give off this fearsome aura
even though they are quite old. Before you ask, I have nothing against old
people. I know my statement says otherwise, but that is so not true!! I have
grandparents who are in their 80’s, and are just like those 100 year olds who
can bungee-jump off high bridges. So I don't have anything against them.
Anyway……. Getting back to what I was discussing before. As I entered the
forest, it was as if it was coming in to greet me. As I walked through I had a
sudden sense of serenity, and peace. Suddenly I came to the inner sanctum of
the forest, and it took my breath away. The colors of the leaves and trees
changed from browns and hunter greens to bright golds, purples, and the sky
became a beautiful blue. I stopped here to take in the beauty of the scene
before me, as well as the colors. Also, I kind of have to admit that continuing
scared me a bit. It was as though the forest didn’t want me to progress. But I
shouldered on, re-grew my backbone, and went further into the forest.
That’s when things got hinky. I mean really, really hinky. As I
continued, the brightness from before dimmed. It became rather foggy, to the
point where it was misty. Here came the creepy part. It felt like the mist was
alive!! It was trying to surround me, guide me, and take me to wherever its
source was. Ironically at this point, I was getting kind of scared. But I shouldered on, rebuilt my already
broken more than once backbone, and continued onward.
However, this is where the forest tried to fight back. Tree branches
wacked my face, roots were there to trip me, acorns falling and bopping me on
the head. But I shouldered on, cursing all the way. Why in heaven’s name is
this happening?! I mean, one minute the forest is welcoming me in, guiding me
to the source, and the next it’s trying to find ways to deter me, or even kill
me?!?! And people call me neurotic! Well, I know how neurotic people work. If
anything this is only making me go forward. I struggled to keep moving, cursing
the forest out all the way through.
The exit seems to be never coming, and finally I’m feeling ready to give
up. Then I remembered all the doubters, all the creeps I am always being
compared to and how my parents gave their blessings; and so I wiped all the
doubt from my mind and the forest exit finally came into view. So after what
felt like an eternity, I finally got to the clearing. I finally reached the
remnants of the village. When I got there, the scene before me blew my mind.
It was as though the village was in a time warp. Everything there was not
just perfectly preserved, but it looked like it could have been made last week.
It looked new. I ran into one of the homes, and saw the meal present. The food
was fresh!! It was as though the scene from when the villagers were taken was
frozen in time, and preserved until this day. I know it sounds crazy, but after
they saw the villagers left, they abandoned the settlement, and moved on to
Jamestown.
However, while the scene was intact, there was no sign of what happened
to the people. Feeling a bit disheartened, but refusing to give up, I went
outside to see if there were any remnants as to where the people went. I walked
around the village, admiring the architecture, never having seen such a pure
scene as this, looking all around for any clues whatsoever. While each of the
houses and buildings were quite enlightening, none of them gave me what I was looking
for. I needed some form of record that showed me what happened.
As I was making my rounds, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a journal
underneath the well in the center of the village. It was hard to spot because
the color blended in with the ground, but it was a start. I hoped it wasn’t
empty. As I opened it, I gasped in shock. The pages were yellowed with age, and
the writing was unmistakably 15th century. I found a diary of one of
the villagers! Maybe now I could get some answers!
I opened the pages quite slowly seeing as the
journal was quite fragile from age. I actually thought this to be rather odd
seeing how everything else looked rather new.
The only thing that would make sense is someone
was here before me and found the journal. Whatever held this place together in
some form of a time freeze must have been disturbed when the journal was
removed…….. So because the journal was moved, that would make it age rather
quickly. My head began spinning with questions.
If someone was here before me, what happened to
them? Everyone who is said to have entered the forest to find Roanoke never
comes out. Now there a quite a few questions that are presented in front of me.
One- How many of those people made it here? Two-If they made it here, why
couldn’t they get out? Three- If they did get out, where did they go? So many
more questions swirled around my head. The only way to find out what happened
is to find out where this journal came from.
I had to now search each house and building no
matter the insignificance. Before it was just a cursory sweep, now I needed to
know for sure. Was my hypothesis correct? Was I not the first? Did the others
who came here ever get out? I whirled around, my skirt getting caught in some
of the twigs surrounding the well. I pulled myself free, cursing all the way,
and started from the beginning.
The homes themselves were really quite modest.
They were simple in structure, made with the resources on hand, like wood. The
wood itself looked to be freshly chopped, and the logs placed neatly one on top
of the other. The roofs were made with the wood shaved down to be more flat.
I’m assuming they didn’t want the roof falling on their heads and killing them
if by some chance it came loose. Though I highly doubt making it lighter
helped. It would have killed them either way. They were your average cabin, (I
see where we get the idea from now), simple and inside was only what they
needed to survive.
Inside was a wooden table for eating and
preparing meals. (Not very sanitary if you ask me.) There were the kitchen
utensils lined up above the fireplace on a special rack, and spices in bags
leaning on the right side of the fire. On the left side of the fire was a small
cabinet with the flour inside of it. To the far left of the cabinet were
several beds. The amount of beds depended on the amount of people in the family
I guess.
This was the same thing that I saw in every
cabin. No luck finding anything inside. I guess I would turn to the main
buildings next. The only way to tell the difference between them all were the
sizes. On the outside, they all virtually look the same.
So I went for the first building, which I assume
from the cross outside the door, was the church. I went inside and peeked
around. All I saw were benches and a standing podium for the priest, and
whoever chose to give a speech in the name of g-d.
As I stepped outside, it suddenly felt cold. The
green grass turned brown, and the leaves began to fall. It was as though the
seasons changed in one moment! I totally began to freak out. That’s when I felt
it. That chill and goose-bumps feeling that makes you look at the last place
you would think to, but also the one you're probably looking for. I looked
straight across what would be considered the main square. I knew that’s where
it happened. For suddenly there was a large structure there that appeared out
of the fog. As though, this place was trying to show me the answers, but
telling me I wouldn’t like what I saw. I had no idea how right it was going to
be.
I slowly walked toward the building, the fear
building as I walked closer. However, that wasn’t all that was building. I
couldn’t help but feel anticipation. Finally, I would get some answers.
Finally, I would find out what happened here. I couldn’t help but imagine
scenarios of what could have happened. Could it have been a temporal shift, which
froze everything in time and shifted the people to a different dimension? Was
it a satanic cult that killed and destroyed all the bodies in a horrible
ritual? Was in a rift in our space-time continuum? When I finally got to the
front of the large community building, I had an extreme sense of foreboding.
All the thoughts I had before flew out of my head, and I knew right away what
this sensation was. Fear. I would not like what I saw behind these doors.
I slowly opened the two big heavy doors. They
creaked and moaned, and it felt like they were fighting with me. But I finally
pushed them open. Suddenly, from what apparently were torch holders on the
wall, fire was lit, and I gasped in horror. Then I dropped to the ground and
heaved everything I had for breakfast right back up. Once I finished retching
and gathered myself together, I began to take in the terrible scene in front of
me.
Terrible was not the only word I could use to
describe it. Horrible. Disgusting. Inhumane. Shameful. I could make a whole freaking
list of the horrors that I saw in that room that day. After I got over my
initial shock, I began to cry. How these people must have suffered. So you
could understand just a bit of what I was feeling, allow me to tell you what I
saw in there.
On the wooden floor, there were bodies. Too many
of them if you ask me. They were strewn all over the building. There were limbs
missing from bodies, hearts cut out, and body parts strewn all over the place.
Those that had their heads on had expressions of terror on their face. Once I
saw that I knew. They were alive when this happened. I kept shaking my head,
tears streaming downs my face. As I walked around, I kept searching for answers
to the massacre that happened here. I stopped in front of a heartbreaking scene.
A mother holding her child in an attempt to save her. Unfortunately, this was
not to be. They were both missing their hearts.
This was too sad. I looked towards the center of
the room, and saw the altar. There was blood all over it, old, and what looked
possibly fresh. For some odd reason, the settlers blood looked old and dried,
even though their bodies had been preserved, as though they had just been
killed. I knew this because as I checked the bodies I saw the blood traces. My
heart dropped when I realized, that someone, from my century, our century, was
killed here. Probably recently as well.
I knew there had to be something I could do; at
least if not anything else, I could at least give these poor people peace. It
got quite dark, and I turned to find out why. The sun was setting. My eyes
began to droop without my consent, and I dropped to the floor in a dreamless
sleep.
I woke up with a start, as I felt the light from
the sun streaming in through the window, hitting my body with intense heat and
light. I shot up from my position, and suddenly realized that I was no longer
in that structure, (which I called Horror hall), but rather in an uncomfortable
bed, and the children surrounding it staring at me in wonder. They were picking
at my clothes and pointing that I was wearing pants.
But what really shocked me was when I got a look
at the mother, (I'm assuming), when she came to give me some kind of food. This
was the same mother that I saw dead the night before holding her child in her
arms. As she held out the stew, soup, whatever it was, I looked around at the
children staring at me. They were all bodies that I saw last night. What in the
world is going on!!!!!
I turned around to glance at what was happening
to get a better idea of what time it was. It seemed to be either breakfast or
lunch, considering there was still a huge amount of daylight outside. So that
meant I still had time to find out, because something told me that once night
hit, that’s when the terror begins........ TO BE CONTINUED
