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 The Case of Jonathan Taylor #1

    The Case of Jonathan Taylor


    Archive Number: 000021879


    Written by: Elamort Vien


    Audio Recording by: Eclair Vin


    The study of the case of Jonathan Taylor. A college student went missing after leaving an extensive notebook filled with repeating words written over and over again, ˇ°Watchingˇ±


    His strange demeanor has caught the eye of the college. He would sit in the middle of the canteen and would occasionally look upon his shoulder like someone had been... Watching him...


    Although for sure we still don''t know who or what has been "Watching" him, we are also not sure if his condition is probably due to some undiagnosed mental issue such as schizophrenia. But we did some digging in Taylor''s family medical records history and found nothing.


    But when we found his notebook we realized that this was not simply just a normal case. His belongings are still intact in his flat untouched with dust covering most of them. It seemed that he had gone missing for quite some time, but only this time did they actually call the organization.


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    After searing his house we stumbled into his basement. The basement is damp, and the air is stagnant; we struggle to breathe. After a while, we adjusted. The basement is dark, and the light bulbs had popped up because there was some shrapnel of glass on the floor.


    We turn on our torch. The basement was empty with nothing but some tables. I came closer to the table, and sure enough, the table was covered in dust. But something caught my eye. In the middle of the table, there is a rectangular mark free from the dust. It''s like someone had been picking up something earlier.


    I informed the organization members who were present that day, and they were also sure that someone might have been there before. So after that, the place is now under surveillance; we want to keep an eye on it, hoping someone might come back to the flat.


    That day, I was organizing some files in my office, and my phone rang. It was a message sent by a member who was in charge of conducting surveillance in the flat. He sent me a picture, although maybe because I didn''t sleep properly or some weird effect from my medication, I saw a black slender body creeping in through the window. I told him what I saw, but he then informed me that the members there found nothing except some of the items were gone. There is no sign of an unwanted trespassing or a sign of humans at all.


    I drove there ignoring the speed limit as I wanted to see it with my own eyes. I arrived at the scene and immediately went into the home and saw that the members of the organization stood there stuck and didn''t know what they should do. And then David, who had been there the whole time, told me what the suspect might have been taking. It was another note that we have already taken a look at. Inside, the content was similar but with only different words, "SAVE ME," and the handwriting began to become unrecognizable. Then we decided to keep an eye on this flat, and soon, the case was immortalized in the archive.

 The Case of Jonathan Taylor #2

    The Case of Jonathan Taylor


    Archive Number: 000021880


    Written by: Elamort Vien


    Audio Recording by: Eclair Vin


    Upon further searching of the house, we found several notebooks each containing different words over and over again. Some notebooks are filled with the same writing. Although there''s one somewhat different notebook.


    I will list it down, sorted by the Earliest to the Newest.


    Notebook #1


    As we know it, it contains only one word written over and over again: "Watching." This strange note is written in what we believe is blood rather than ink. The handwriting is still readable, although for some pages, the word is written on top of each other, making it hard to read.


    Notebook #2


    The only notebook that went missing after a quick inspection of the flat. It contains words written over and over again in all Capital: "SAVE ME." With each turning of a page, his handwriting worsens as if someone is having a seizure while writing it. And that rust-colored stain that we believe is still... Blood... They are more pronounced than the first notebook we discovered.


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    Notebook #3


    This time, it took me by surprise. There are a lot of weird things happening in other cases, unexplained mysteries or some weird evidence. But this time, it was a dairy. Of course, a diary will label someone as a weirdo if they wrote something embarrassing. But in this case, the content is not what I expected. It''s hard to put it into words so I''ll just highlight some of the writing inside.


    In black ink and neat handwriting, he wrote:


    "Dear God, thank you for this day and for your constant presence in my life. Guide my steps and grant me wisdom to make the right choices. May my heart be filled with peace and my mind be at rest. Help me to be a source of love and kindness to those around me. In your name, I pray. Amen."


    "Dear God, I come to you with a heart full of gratitude for your love and mercy."


    "Guide my steps and lead me on the path you have for me. Help me to discern your will and to make choices that honor you."


    And then it stops. All other pages are empty.


    We suspected that the other notebook had gone missing, this evidence simply wasn''t enough. But we found something interesting when we conducted another round of research into his personal life. Apparently, he was a devoted churchgoer at Bradbury Street. Although I swear, I remember there weren''t any churches in or near Bradbury Street. At least we know for sure that some locals might know more about the place where they lived. So we went to investigate the place.


    And sure enough, there used to be a church built there. The name of the pastor struck me like an unkissed brick; his name was Father Dolores Cannon. His name is mentioned at Archive Number 000017956, he was arrested by the police soon after someone filed a report to us to investigate. Dolores Cannon is more of a cult leader rather than a pastor; when we first conducted a search into his house, we found 20 pairs of human eyes canned in a jar filled with what we believe is formaldehyde.


    I don''t know why Kevin didn''t realize this when he did the research into his information earlier. Well... Then... Now we have something to work with. At last.


    We suspected that Jonathan Taylor was a cult member, but his whereabouts are still in question. But one thing is still a mystery. Who or what is watching him?

 The Case of Jonathan Taylor #3

    The Case of Jonathan Taylor


    Archive Number: 000021881


    Written by: Elamort Vien


    Audio Recording by: Eclair Vin


    Okay, right, we have more clues now; we are trying to find some record that might be connected with the church that Jonathan Taylor regularly goes to. And we found something. A report of a missing person named, Orpheus Sere. Apparently, he was a Pastor. Is this going to be another cult-related case? I don''t know, but still, this was good news.


    The church near Bradbury Street has been abandoned. We sent some people from the organization to take a picture, and when the Polaroid film arrived at my table, I could see the building had been badly worn out with some of the ceilings already exposed to the sky, vine growing between the broken glass shards. But one thing struck me as unusual, the door. Despite the church that nearly collapsed, the door seems to be in quite good condition. Although still, it was old and probably would shatter if someone just kicked it. But the more I look the more I''m sure that the door has been frequently being used. But by who?


    That night, I decided to drive there alone; writing it down, I realized how foolish my action was. But still, I''m eager to know what is inside the churches. The building looked exactly like the one in the Polaroid Photo, I sat there in my car seat looking at it while collecting my will to go inside. And then I slapped myself in the cheek and just went for it.


    The road is dark and cold without any street lamp functioning, the lightbulb has been pooped, and the shard is still lying there on the pavement. I touch the cold metal handle of the door and open it. The room inside was dark, and I didn''t quite grasp anything, so I turned on my torch. There was a chandelier that had already fallen, and the shard of glass had almost reached the front door. And in the corner of my eye, I caught something. Something moving. Remembering it I hope it was a rat or some other wild animal. But no. There were no sounds of footsteps or anything that might indicate that this was an animal. I came closer, and my shoes stepped on the glass shard, creating noise. And then there, I saw it.


    My eyes began to adjust, and there was someone. Or something? Standing there still. And when I tried to confront it a canister was suddenly thrown at me. But I didn''t see their hand moving. The canister began to release a thick white smoke, which I now believe was Hexachloroethane and Zinc Oxide. When I look back at the figure, they are gone. I immediately covered my nose and ran from the church, only to suffer a little cough.


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    I drove my way back to the Ophelia Institute and sought some medical help with an oxygen canister masked around my nose and mouth. I spoke to the other members about what I experienced and what I saw. Whoever did this is now on an alert and this was my mistake.


    Kevin suggested that we inform the authorities. But David immediately rejects the suggestion, he says that the authorities won''t do anything without enough evidence. And probably would just ignore this case. He was not wrong but now everything is simply becoming harder.


    Sitting here in the office I couldn''t quite forget how the creature looks. It was a slender tall body, but I didn''t quite catch the other details. I try to look for an Orpheus Sere Missing Person Report. And sure enough, he had a slender and tall body, but this was not enough evidence. Even though I am slightly sure that he is what I saw in that church.


    I recovered now and the organization had agreed to check the church. Surprisingly I didn''t realize that we had a gunˇ­ well for an Archivist like me, something like that is not too necessaryˇ­ Well if I didn''t try to check the scene myself like yesterdayˇ­ Ekhemˇ­


    We came in a van and the moon is shining on the road now. And now I realized something: they also prepared with a gas mask. Since when do we have the budget¨C never mindˇ­ I took one of the gas masks and the gunˇ­ of course, I didn''t have any idea how to use this, but something to protect me was important, they said, as I was the one who recorded anything they''d done. Well, thanks for the consideration, but if I''m being honest, I''m not the kind of person to do fieldwork.


    We gathered in front of the church and slowly opened the door. The room is still empty and each member turns on their own torch. The chandelier is still there. We checked every corner of the church and found nothing. Nothing. Not even a single paper or a remnant that someone lives here. They must have been fleeing already.


    We gathered near the entrance. I felt a deep guilt from my foolish action but this wasn''t the time to weep and blame myself. I''m the one who is responsible for this outcome.


    After going back to the institute I started working on doing some digging. I didn''t sleep that day, and finally, after hours, I found something. It was an old shed where Orpheus Sere used to live when he was still a college student. But at that time, after informing the organization, I collapsed and fainted.


    Apparently, I forgot to take my medicine that day. My blood pressure plummeted. They gave me the details about what they did with the shed. A couple of Polaroid Photos of the shed and they have found something inside. They found a jar with a name plastered to it, ˇ°Jonathan Taylor.ˇ± There''s a trace of Formaldehyde, but the jar is mostly empty. This case is making my head hurt, what did they want? What did they do to him?


    They didn''t take anything physically to the institute, only a photo due to what we avoid when they get alarmed again. For now, this case has become the top priority and I hope we can crack the code sooner.

 The Case of Jonathan Taylor #4

    The Case of Jonathan Taylor


    Archive Number: 000021882


    Written by: Elamort Vien


    Audio Recording by: Eclair Vin


    I''ve been working as an Archivist and also have to write a written report about everything that we''ve done to solve this case. While I also have to help working in the field. It''s tiring of course, but still, duty still a duty. I heard that there''ll be a new Archivist to help me with organizing the files. If I haven''t forgotten Their name is Eclair Vin. They would also provide an audio recording of all of the Archive files.


    So hi, there thenˇ­ Eclair Vin.


    Alright, let''s continue. Recently, the police found a naked dead body, believed to be a male, in the middle of the forest, first found by some teenagers who were trying to find a place to camp. Thanks to our research team, who keeps an eye out for any information. The body, if I can describe it, is rather in a disturbing condition, although this isn''t my first time seeing something like this. In the first photo, I saw the victim''s eyes covered with white fabric, red blood oozing and penetrating the thin white fabric. Its chest is wide open, revealing the lungs and the exposed rib cage. There was a missing organ in a wide open and bloody chest, the heart. It was missing a heart. And when I take a look at the second picture, when the police open the fabric, the victim''s eyes are removed revealing a bloody eye socket.


    But he wasn''t Jonathan Taylor. But I believe that this case is tightly connected because of the missing eyes and strange disappearance before being found dead. Although I wasn''t quite sure.


    The autopsy report has suggested that the body has been dead for several days, and some of the internal organs are also starting to decompose, with a smell that is similar to rotten cabbage.


    In the span of a few days, similar cases were being reported. Police investigation led to a belief that this was a serial murderer case. Four bodies were being reported, and also the one that was first reported, so in total, five bodies were found dead naked with their eyes and hearts taken out. After doing some digging into every single victim we found something that might be useful. Dolores Cannon was found dead in Plank Gate, Sheffield, UK. His body was found lying on the road covered by mud and dirt because of the rain earlier. He''s found by some locals, presumably an old fellow.


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    We did some research into his personal life, turns out. He is also a devoted churchgoer like Jonathan Taylor. He often goes to Bradbury Street Church and meets Orpheus Sere. This struck me with joy, but yet, the mystery hasn''t been unveiled. Until this record was written we haven''t found Jonathan Taylor, that is, if he is still aliveˇ­


    Dolores Cannon lives in Main St, Grenoside, Sheffield. 19-minute drive to Bradbury St. The police searched his house; he was living alone, and the inside house was a total wreck. Like someone had been robbing the place, but nothing valuable was missing. His neighbor stated that they never saw him at all, they even thought that the house was empty and no one had lived there. Some don''t even know him. But a teenager stated that one day on a rainy day she saw a man looking down through the window from his second stories house, he just stood there with his eyes wide open and then the man disappeared into the shadow, the teenager described it as something is pulling him by the waist but he wasn''t quite sure what she saw because the heavy rain blocked the window with droplets and condensation it''s appeared that he was breathing heavily, although she wasn''t quite sure.


    I''ll be honest this gave me a chill down my spine when I read it. What can possibly be happening to him? Of course, he was dead now, but what does that mean? Why did he suddenly disappear?


    We went for his medical records but couldn''t find anything from when he isolated himself, but according to his medical history, we found that he had been suffering from Dementia and Depression. However, I tried to take a closer look and noticed that his blood pressure was always low. I''m not a doctor or anything, but it could be because he hasn''t been eating properly or it could also be caused by side effects of his antidepressant medicine. The description of his sudden disappearance might be caused by hypotension. He didn''t disappear but was more likely to faint and fall back giving an illusion that he is disappearing. This led to another puzzle: why did he go to Plank Gate? Until this report is written we haven''t gotten an answer.


    The police had been searching his house and found a room full of red scribbles all over the wall and floor. It says: ˇ°They saw me.ˇ± and ˇ°They are coming for me.ˇ± The phrase is written over and over again. Who is that? And why did they come for him? At this stage, I''m sure that this case is connected with Jonathan Taylor. With the evidence that the same ominous message is written and how every message is connected with sight and pleading to be saved. It''s like something is constantly watching their every move.


    The police also check the CCTV footage and there it is, Dolores Cannon, walking alone at night. He walked at 1:35 AM in a white shirt and shorts. But something strange, he doesn''t walk like a normal person, like a baby who learns how to walk. And then his figure went out of camera range. At this point, this case truly gave me a headache, I almost gave up, but I should try harder to solve this. Besides, the organization had tried their best so I should have done the same.


    The information that the police had collected is finally useful. But not useful enough to solve the case yet. The organization is planning to do some surveying and investigation of Dolores Cannon''s houses. This report will continue rather late because of how many things need to be packed into only 3-5 (sometimes more) A4 pages of paper. On top of that, they insist on me giving my own personality into this, so yeah, now that I think about it, this is kinda fun.


    Now I''m gonna take a break and just wait for more information unless they want me to join them in the field againˇ­