Promise

Happy New Year and Holidays. The holidays passed me by. I been busy. Hiding, keeping a low profile, maintaining a normal life and remembering my past endeavors. Legion still are messing about. Trying to dissect and destroyed every fiber I'm. They almost succeeded making me their attack  dog. Hunting down the remnants of the children. That failed experiment that I was sadly a part of. Not willingly, hell. In my own house, I was a guinea pig. I was a beacon to attracted the foul monsters that now besieged me. Nevertheless, their is no concrete evidence or records of said experiment. Candle Cove was created to create a slim chance to capture Legion, for whatever reason.
Those poor souls that were chosen by the program are either insane, hiding or dead, either by Legion, me or some other lapdog. This post is a promise. I will die trying to set things right. I will saved the lost souls trapped in the cove and I will save my daughter. I remembered what happened to my ex-unit.  One of the faces of Legion, D was there. The boogeyman was there, but I found an easy solution. A paradox. I know who D was before he became part of Legion. Right now, he is still Dante Espinoza. An accountant with a girlfriend and a friends. A normal guy living a normal life. Why I'm announcing this here? In reality, Legion knows every play I can do and I know they will try and stop me. I found something, that will distract them. One word: Cage.  I found it. Good luck.

Journey

As I mentioned before I was missing a week. No, it wasn't that I didn't remember what happened. I was teleported. It felt that my entire being was rip apart. I felt my mind going haywire, revisiting past experiences, future endeavors and my present circumstance. Seeing the what-if, the have-nots and each of their consequences. All in a span of a second. It was awful, but enlightening. Is that what they see everyday? I feel sorry for them.

Let me backtrack, how I landed into that predicament.I went to meet with her, my contact. I didn't know what to expect, since I didn't expect her to contact me because of last time. Regardless, which the new knowledge of my daughter's existence, I would do whatever I can to rescue her. So I meet with her in a cafe, near her home. The cafe was empty, we were the only customers.

I told her, in person this time, how sorry I was, for last time. She didn't respond. Actually, she looked under the weather. I told her about my daughter and about my blog. She didn't respond to any of it. No even a reaction. This is when I realize something was wrong. She looked too loopy, as if she was sleep-walking. I tried to snap her out of it. Then, I remember my sessions with Brandon Morris.

How it felt like a haze. A walking, living dream. I got the goosebumps, I realizes what was going on. She screamed, she hold my hand tight and said crying "I'm sorry. I can't controlled myself. This.." Then I heard that familiar smug voice, that voice that had hunted me all my life.

"Don't spoil the fun, Abby. We tried to muster your stretgh for today. Oh, well."

I was looking around to find the source of the voice. I couldn't find it, I tried to get up, but Abby (my contact) was holding me down. I could see from her face, she was trying to fight her actions.

"Leaving so soon. I wanted for you to make-up. Sheesh, louis. Fine."

He appeared in a blink of an eye. He sat beside us. I said, "Dante." He looked at me confused, as if I was wrong. He then started laughing and he said, "You have meet him. Hmmm, interesting. You are advancing quite well in the pregame."

I asked, "Are you him?" He responded, "No. We are Legion." He was avoiding the question. I asked again. As if something snap from him, "Dante and myself are not one and the same. At least, not this far back." I was confused, but I decided to ask him about my daughter. I saw a glimpse of humanity.
I asked, "Where's my daughter?"  He gave me a condescending smile.

He said, "She is fine. She having a hell of time. Playing, happy. You know, all that kid stuff."

I asked again, deep down I was scared shitless, but I needed to know. "Where's my daughter?"

"You shouldn't be worried about her, as much that you should be worried about yourself. Father of the decade."

He was making fun of me. I angrily asked, "Where's she?"

"Aw, great. Thick-headed. Fine. We set up this meeting, to talked about your purpose. But you do need a little leeway. "

I didn't know what he meant by that. I screamed, "I don't give a rat's ass about your stupid interpretation of my purpose. Just give me back my daughter."

"Selfish. You don't care, what happens to Abby here. You should stop being a child or a rat, screaming went they are corner. Today, you will see your daughter and see your infinite choices."

He stood up and slowly smile. I remember it was daylight, but it got dark, all of a sudden.

"Tik-tok" Multiple voice said. I was able to stand up, but I didn't wanted to leave Abby in that comatose state. So I carried her, thru the path in the woods. Hearing the trees whistle, the waves breaking and that children's laughter, I was there. I walked for about, I figured an hour in those dark, endless woods. Until I saw the only source of light. A tree, a normal tree. Nothing special about it. It was just a tree. A tree with a swing. A figure playing with it.

I couldn't believe it. It was my daughter, Clara. She was happy. I was shocked, but I knew where I was. I knew there was a catch. I walked slowly towards her, carrying Abby with me. I never felt so close to her, my Clara, I don't know since when. Finally, reach her. I started to cry. She looked at me.

She said "Daddy." Those words pierce thru me, I wanted to hug her. But I couldn't, why can't I touch my daughter. She is inches away from me. I could smell her, how close I was.

Then a voice spoke, "You need to tell him." It wasn't a voice I recognize instantly, it took me a while. I remember that drunken night, it was the same voice from the TV. Doctor M. Tell who.

"Daddy, our playtime is over."

No, I thought to myself. So soon.

"Nana said I need to go. They want to talk to you."

I was forcing myself to hug her, I couldn't. She walked thru the darkness. Disappearing again from me. I heard footsteps. I knew that I wouldn't like what was walking towards me.

"It didn't occur to you, to let her behind to be able to touch your daughter." A female voice spoke

"He does have some heroic bouts, here and there. Military man." A male voice spoke.

"Too bad, he seems like fun." A girl said.

"He is weak, pathetic loser in the end." A boy said.

"HE IS TAINTED, HE COULD NEVER BE BETTER THAN AN ANT." A old man voice shouted.

"Don't be like that to him. He isn't well." An old lady sweetly said.

"Shut up. We are one. We know what he and Abby are." A British man said.

"They are guinea pigs, without realizing it."  Clara said.

It was my daughter's voice, in that jabble. Was I going insane? This couldn't be real, why would they exist? I don't daughter, do I. Why? Who are we? My mind was racing.

"It's time to show the filth, what we see in him." D said.

Then a flash of light, I barely saw a figure resembling my imaginary friend, for a split second. I felt broken into pieces. My soul crumbling apart. All the evil in me, all the good in me. My hope and my hopelessness fighting to consume the whole. I felt everything single organ in my body. It was pleasant and hurtful, constantly changing from one and the other. Everything happening was like a second, but it felt like an eternity.

I opened my eyes, I was in my bed. I looked around and I saw Abby right next to me. I was sweating, I turn the light on. I saw a note. It said "Tell him".  It was everywhere in that piece of paper. After that, I realized the date. That "journey" was a week, but it felt like hours. Abby hasn't woke up yet. Hopefully, her mind is coming back.

I don't know what to do except play into their hands. What does "Tell him" mean? To who and what should I tell to this mysterious person. I'm getting sick and tired of cryptic nonsense. I feel broken, but life goes on.

what happenned two weeks ago.

Sorry I haven't update if my plan worked or not. I been having trouble sleeping. When I do sleep, I wish I haven't. These devilish images, all revolving around that little girl. Not all of them are monstrous, some were actually pleasant. Like I was her dad or big brother, having fun and games. D does appeared, but he is just watching us. Like a creepy guardian. Ha, I'm talking D as a guardian. Yeah, right. Speaking of D.

Two weeks ago, I set up a kind of a double date with the woman, one of the children, Dante and Jane. Jane is Dante's girlfriend. I wanted to see, if it was my paranoia that confuses Dante for D. I know, I'm like a broken record. It just. I don't know. Why did I betrayed her trust?

I met her in a restaurant in the city. She dressed up, even though her paranoia and constant alert was still there. We were having a good time. Hell, it felt like a real date. We barely mentioned our little problem. Just two normal folks in a restaurant. Time pass by. I couldn't believe she never asked why we were in a table for four. I should have said something. That's when Dante and Jane arrived. Jane apologizes for their lateness.

My "date" look at them. She froze. She was staring at Dante. I could feel her fear. She looked at me. She was looked at me, as if I betrayed her. I know, it sounds like an overreaction. You have to understand she was facing the doppelganger for our devil. Dante was a bit confused.  He tried to say hello, my date snapped.

"No. No. I knew this was too good to be true. You aren't taking me yet. No. I was careful." She said, almost pleading to Dante. Who is very bamboozled by now. She started to cry. Cat caught my tongue, I didn't know what to do. What to say. She ran off, shocking everyone. Dante said something sarcastic, that prompt Jane to shut him up. I apologizes to them and went after her. I looked around, I couldn't find her. I was then bump by a guy with a white hoodie, I murmur jerk. The guy stop for a second, but went on his merry way.

I went back to the restaurant. I made up a story for what happened. I said she was suffering from PTSD, and I left it like that. I hope she read this. I'm sorry. I hope you are fine. Bless return my messages. I will explained. Please.

Drinks with "D" suspect

I was nervous. I didn't know what to expect. Why did I agreed to meet with him? I know he is an exact copy of D. The face and voice that Legion uses for me. The nightmare man, the one who haunted me for, I don't even know how long. He is the one that have caused countless tragedies for me and others. This is the face that wish I could torture. The face that I want to choke until his last breath is taken. I prepared myself not to choke Dante, no matter how he looks like. Or even if he deserved it. He is still innocent before proven guilty.

I met him in the city, Saturday. On the phone, he said he wanted to talk about Candle Cove. Last time, I saw him. He thought my problems were fake. An incredible fable and he wanted to write it as a movie. Bizarre guy, really.

I went to the bar. He was with a friend. If I'm not mistaken, his name is Isaac. He looks about the same age as Dante. Nice guy, really. Dante explained to him, who I was. Isaac said, "Don't take him serious. He could be..." "Hey." Dante interrupted him. "Just saying." Isaac replied. I was amused. No. I started to smirk. I haven't smile in a while.  Hmmm, I know I'm twice their age, but I felt both of them were really nice guys. Even though Dante is a character, but trustworthy.

I felt safe. So I decided to drink, enjoy myself. We talked about Candle Cove. This time, not in a bad way. They didn't know about the dangers or the abominations. So I didn't feel right, talking about it in a negative light. Hell, this show disappeared from the masses. Almost no concrete information about it exist.

Dante said it reminds him of old show about pirates, but he said it wasn't Candle Cove. Something black waters, but he mentioned that Candle Cove feels a bit adult in some parts. He then said that what makes a good show. He asked me about Brandon, I forgot I mentioned his name the last time I saw him.

 I only mentioned he was a childhood friend that I lose recently. Dante looked at me, curiously. He mentioned, "How you mentioned that name last time. Is like you are blaming me for it?" I stopped. I was thinking.

"Should I tell him? Should talked about his doppelganger."

My mind was racing to think of an answer.

"Should I lie?"

Dante laughs.

"Don't worry, man. I would blame everyone, if one of my good friends die." 

I was relief. He order a three shots. He then said, "Isaac is buying." Dante smiles. We toast for our friends, living or dead. Then something happened. I could hear something in the back of my mind. I could hear a lullaby, I was looking around if it was the radio. Why would a bar play a lullaby? Dante and Isaac looked at me.

Who was playing that lullaby?

I asked if they can hear it. Dante replied, "I know. This song is pretty fucking awful." They couldn't hear it. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I could still hear it. No, it was changing. I was washing my face trying to calm down. I looked in the mirror. I saw D behind me. He smiled. I looked behind me, he wasn't there. I looked back at the mirror. I saw that desert again. I could hear gunshots. I could hear children laughing. They are mocking me. Calling me, names.

Is D really Dante? No, how could he changed clothes and hair lengths in a span of a minute. I keep looking at the battlefield playing in the mirror. I could hear loud bangs. Thump, thump, thump. I didn't know what's going on? I closed my eyes. In that darkness, I saw it. My imaginary friend. This time surrounded by children. This children looked like.

It couldn't be. Their feet, they looked like roots. As if they are trees. I opened my eyes to find a message in the mirror.

"Soon."

Soon? Soon for what? I heard the thumps. It was the bathroom door. How long was I out? I opened it, it was Isaac. He asked, if I was okay. You were there for an hour.

An hour? How? I said, I was fine. He also said, that Dante left. Something to do with his girlfriend. I apologized for freak them out. After one more drink with Isaac, I went home. I found in my kitchen table a shoe box. I walked slowly towards it.

There they go again.

I opened it. It was burn photographs and documents. I didn't understand. I check the button of box. It said.

"R apocryphal vita."

Huh?  I need to rest, after that. I didn't know how to post this, well, post. I think I need to contact her again. Hmm, I got an idea.

The Accountant

As I mentioned before I went to the accountant's office the other day. It's a big office, countless accountants, but I went to see a specific one. A new boy in  town, so to speak. His name is Dante Espinoza. I'm been told that he is a genius with numbers and predictions. So, I went in there all business. Until I enter the office and I saw him. It was D. Funny. D stands for Dante, very clever there. Ha, ha, ha.  I was shocked or flabbergasted, but I maintained my cool. We shake hands and I sat down. Gave him the papers that he needed. For work, of course.

It's weird. I didn't feel the same feeling, nothing paranormal. The air was normal. The only physical differences between the two was their hair. D had longer and unkempt hair, he had a professional medium hair, but they were both brown. His voice is identical. He has to be him. I was about to asked him about Candle Cove, but his phone rang. It was his girlfriend Jane or something, it took him an hour on the phone until he remember I was there. They (D and Dante) are both impolite pricks. If I was a detective, I would have snatch him, right there and then.

He didn't apologize for wasting my time. So I asked about Candle Cove to him. He denied it. I asked about Brandon Morris, he said he doesn't know who he is.  I tried to maintain my cool. This person is the exact doppelganger of my childhood boogeyman. I deserve an Oscar for my performance of maintaining my cool. I asked anything I could had ask to him. He didn't know jack. Either he is a lookalike and it's just another red herring or he is a very good actor.

He asked me to leave because I was creeping him out. I asked him about the faceless one, my imaginary friend. He looked at me. This was it, an answer. He said, "What are you on? Really, you have an amazing imagination. I want some. Fuck, this place it's boring as shit. An escape from this machine. That is what I want." I was dumbfounded, he continued talking about bullshit. In my mind, I just wanted to punch him. choke him, something to just make him shut the fuck up.

I decide this wasn't leading me anywhere.  So I abruptly ended our asinine conversation, he said to give him a call. So we can talk ideas, great because he believe we could make it into a movie or a series. My life into a movie. That would be the day. I  got out of the building. taking in the toxic city air. Looking at the busy city life, I looked at the other side of the street. I saw it. My imaginary friend was there. People walking pass it, as if he was just thin air. I needed to reach him/

 I ran through the traffic, I almost got hit by a car. I reach near it, he vanish in a blink of an eye. How? He was right in front of me.  I looked back at the building where the office was. I looked straight and then I looked up. I saw it again with a little girl on top of the building. The little girl was walking toward the edge. Oh, my god. I started screaming to someone to look up.

Someone have to save that girl. No one answer, they all looked at me as I was crazy.  A policeman stop me, I was pointing up at them. He said he doesn't see anything. I looked up again. They weren't there. I looked at the police officer, his face became D's. He was smiling. He said "Is that what you want for your daughter?" I started to cry and I scream and insulted him. Lucky me, it was a real policeman, after all. The policeman put me into custody, for a day. Obstruction and insulting an officer.. Ha. It's all a game. In that cell, it got me thinking about my past. I said before,  maybe the answers lies in my past. I have no where else to dig.

Blackouts

I've been suffering blackouts during work lately. I believe is my research, which only leads me into dead bodies or missing people, mostly inconclusive stuff, have been taken a toll on my sanity. Seeing faces that aren't there. Hearing entire conversations that wasn't spoken.  Hell, I remembered one event that happened last week during work.

I was chit-chatting with one of my co-workers. Everything was normal until she started talking about Candle Cove. I was intrigued, I said to myself I finally found one of the children.  She mentioned an episode that had no plot, only screaming. I never heard of that episode before. Just about I was going to ask about it. She continued talking about how it felt that the actors and puppeteers where dying or going insane. I was thinking to myself if that was why the show mysteriously disappeared. I asked when did she saw it.

She looked at me as if I was talking Chinese. I asked the same question with different wording and still not a response. I got agitated and ask again. She freak out and said she doesn't know what I was asking about. I said, you just mentioned it. She denied it. I  snapped at her, which it was a mistake.

She slapped me in the face and left. I was called to my boss' office. He was a bit disappointed at my lashing out, I thought I was going to be lay off. He let me go with a warning. I went to her, to apologizes.  She said to me, watch yourself. I nodded to her. I walked back in my office. I heard something.  I heard laughter in the back of my head. It was D's laugh. It's that what they want, to jeopardize my work life. Fucking smooth

Slips from Reality

The intense days of research have demerit my normal life, each time I go to work, I can't stop thinking of Candle Cove , D and Legion.  I feel that they are watching and mocking me in that little corner of my eye. I haven't seen any activity, that I know of, from them. As if they are patiently waiting for God knows what. Sometimes I could hear them in my coworkers' voices, I'm maybe becoming paranoid. Who could blame me? Sometimes I could see those woods in my office space, they looked like a shadow or an imprint in my eyes and if I concentrate hard enough I could hear this beats.

Actually, all my life I could hear those beats. It never bother me until now. They couldn't be connected. There's no way. The only incident that has really happened was this weird email, it could be a cypher. But it's incomprehensible, as if it was translating to English from something else. I can't copy and paste it. I can't find the original source or translated to other languages. Nor is it binary. My entire life now is just frustrating.

Even the news doesn't help me cope. Another child missing by mysterious circumstances, the father's body found in a black bag mutilated in some woods near the area, which the mother disappearing a little later after finding her husband body or how about that grinning man, the serial killer, who returned to killed the survivors of his last attack. Or a warning by an organization about an unknown creature that is affecting the rural areas, who is completely unrelated to the black bag incident. The world is going to shit.

What kind of God created these beings or this bizarre circumstances that victims have to go through? We all live in a foxhole waiting for that small chance to survive.

What I know so far.

One of the things that have been bothering me, is the day my troops died. I know that Brandon knew about it. I must have told him in one of those sessions that they erased. Why don't I remember? They have the most terrible power of them all, they can erase memories. There's a saying. A man is the sum of his memories. The events, relationships, incidents and actions we used to do, define who we are now. It make us grow. We learned from past mistakes. How can I stop them?

I research a bit about the word "Legion". I know I have heard the name, when I used to go to  church as a kid. Most of the gospel details a possession in a  place called Gadara which is now called Umm Qais in Jordan. Jesus asked the possess man: "Why is thy name?" the possessed man answer "My name is Legion: for we are many" Then Jesus exorcised the man, then pukes the demons out.

Having meeting them, I haven't see them possessed anyone. I believe they enjoyed watching us and getting their hands dirty. They don't look like demons either. D, looks like a young male adult, he is a bit tan. I have a distinct feeling that he is not the leader. His feature are human. The other members have similar human characteristics, but some looks rotten. Like their bodies are dying.  They have an ability to teleport and I'm guessing shapeshift since the members that captured Brandon that day fused into my imaginary friend.

That's another anomaly, my imaginary friend which I believed he is real. He is the only one that I remember that isn't human, per se. He may have humanoid characteristics, but what happens recently I know that form couldn't be it's true form. He was able to shape itself into a liquid state. He spurred tentacles that the end forms into claws. He has the ability to change faces, as well. My question is, what sort of relationship does it have with Legion?

My main question is, how does Candle Cove have to do with them? The noise theory I read about in the comments section of my blog, could make sense. The reason I can't placed it as my main theory, is that the show was real. It had puppets and human actors. I haven't had any incidents with Legion, my imaginary friend and Doctor M recently. Who is Doctor M? It's he a figment of my subconscious trying to piece everything together.

That can't be. Even though, my encounters with him, his face was indistinguishable. I'm unable to describe him, he is like a ghost. He did say that Candle Cove is a beacon, but for what and why? Why tell me or even appear to me? So many questions, so little time.

The Day Brandon Died

I been trying to locate the children of the cove, a name Brandon christened the people that remember the show. I haven't found nothing yet. I believe I should record how Brandon died. If one of them happened to read the blog, they will at least have a warning.

First, it was surreal that Brandon was still alive and in one piece (physically). Actually, he didn't remember at first what happened or who I really was. Just as he said, somehow they can erase memories. I decided not to make him remember the events and I played my part as a patient. Everything went as clockwork as possible, nothing new. Just a patient and his doctor. Until I spotted a piece of paper in his desk. It reads "What is the cove?" He saw it and as like a motor resetting. He remembered everything. His expression changes from cool and collected to afraid and nervous.

He said they did it again. I can't take this anymore. He make me promise that he will find the others before it's too late for them. Before they become part of the circle as Brandon and me. I accepted the promise and told him, together we could stop them. He laughed and said, I already helped enough and that he is tired. He gave me, a file containing names and all the knowledge he knows about Legion and the cove. The latter is information I already knew except for one note. "They are the infinite and the one. They feed on ones ...." That last bit of text was scrabbled and I ask him if he remember how the sentence ended. He said no and ask to never look back because they will like that. Continue forward and forget about trying to find your wife and daughter.

I got surprised and angry. How dare him stop me for finding them? I know, they had erased my memories of their existence. I know they are in danger. What if I love them dearly? They stole my love and made me into a loner. When I was about to angrily replied back? He kick me out of his office. I tried to resist, but it was to no avail. I got all the information, he was willing to give me. The moment I was stepping out of that door, I felt that eerie presence again.  He closed the door behind me. I sign any paperwork and pay for the session. When I was about to leave I heard a big bang, the receptionist when inside the office. I heard her scream, my curiosity and my concern made go to that room. Brandon shot himself. A bullet through the head. I stood there frozen and went back into a memory of when I was still in the military. Flashes of my troops came running in my head.

The receptionist snap me out of ti and said to stay here for questioning. The police came and did a report. I omitted the Legion, Candle Cove and the memory lost. Even if I told them, they won't believe me. Hell, I would be putting them in danger. After questioning, they let me go. On the window, I saw a reflection of my imaginary friend. I turned around, he wasn't there. He exited the building.

I will continue doing research and find the others. I could save them from Brandon's fate. I will say this, D and the Legion your days are been counted. When the clocks hits zero, you will feel how the others have felt.

He calls himself D.

We knew. Brandon and myself knew where we were. We remember it. The same place we gather as kids. Candle Cove. Well, we used to call that place that because of the show. Which now, i don't know it even exist. No, I just don't want to know. 

Everything was shrouded in darkness except for my kitchen's light. The only light source combating the ever hungry darkness. Even the rooms that are visible from the kitchen weren't safe from the dark. We looked at each other. Brandon said to me "Why do they like playing games?"  That's was an unexpected thing to say, especially when we are surrounded. I replied, "I don't know." The wind hitting the windows, as saying let us in. The waves trying to ease us. The sound of children's laughter trying to consult us of the non-danger. I tried hard to combat the soothing sounds. They wanted us. Why go to this trouble?

Then I saw it. In the middle of the living room connected by an arch to my kitchen. No doors, only a space separating it from us. The only thing able to produce light in the darkness. Our imaginary friend. I could feel it calling to us. To soothe. To embrace us. To silence us. I was scared. I felt like a kid again. I was looking straight at it. No, we were. Both of us looking at it and holding our chairs and the table tight. Trying not to get pulled towards it.

It stood there. I was never afraid of it when I was a kid. Why do I feel my heart racing? I want to scream, but I believed it would gave them power. So I was holding everything in, even though I knew it wouldn't helped us. Brandon was petrified on his chair. It continued standing there. I was thinking, why doesn't he come to us? You know, do something. They caught us, already.

The sounds were increasing; I could hear them in my temple. Tentacles. Black tentacles were coming out of my imaginary friend's back. They were slowly creeping like a snake towards us. Stopping near the arch way and then slowly touching it. Like a disease. The end of the tentacles became claws. These white claws grasping on the wall, I saw my imaginary friend's face change. First, it changed into the little girl from my dream. She was smiling. Then, it changed into my mother. Afterwards into some other people that I didn't know. He then transforms its face into a younger version of mine. I couldn't fight it. His face then turned into an eye. Looking straight at me. Digging my very soul.

I fell down from the chair, the kitchen's lights started to blink and dim. I looked up. The young man stood there, where my imaginary friend was. He started to smile. The room got completely dark. I felt someone dragging me back to my chair. It felt cold. The lights came back on. I look at Brandon. Behind him stood three things, they looked human. I couldn't describe them except the one in the middle wore a golden happy theater mask.

I heard a "tsk, tsk, tsk." I turned around I saw the young man walking around the kitchen; opening cupboards and the fridge. He said "Nothing."  He then point at the whiskey bottle. "That would do. Thank you, Mr. Morris." The three things started to grab and tried to drag the psychiatrist away. He yelled "No more. I will deal with you guys, no more." I saw the three things fusing into this black ooze combining into my imaginary friend. Its tentacles appeared on the top of his head, actually his tentacles came out of his chest and back, surrounding his head. The stood very high, touching my ceiling until like a waterfall it hit and consumed Brandon. 

I could hear his muffled screams. Its entire body flowed like water, passing through the chair. It became a black puddle flowing towards the back door. No sign of Brandon Morris. He disappeared. It was only him and me. He sit where Brandon was. He pour himself a glass of whiskey. He tasted it. "I remembered liking this. Not bad." He looked at me. I yelled to him "What have you done to him?"

He was very cocky. "Hmm, you shouldn't concern yourself about him. He is just sleeping like a baby." I knew he was lying. Even though, I couldn't muster the strength to get out of my chair and punch him. All I could do was yelled at him. Scream for answers. "Where is he?"  "As I said, don't worry about him. Think of him as a fail-safe." "Who or what are you?" He answered mockingly, but with a feel of nonchalant in his voice.

"Good question, after two pointless ones. First, I know you have a stupid little blog talking about Candle Cove and  such. So, do me a favor. Whenever you remembered with your little old brain this little incident. Try writing the event  verbatim, you know when you can stop having that rush of memories. I will help you that you won't stop writing it until done. I know you failed at English class. But you are a soldier, the same as us. Wait, no. We are better. We are one." He stopped and looked at my glass. "Want more?" He pours me more without my answer. "You better drink up. It's good for you to forget. The past always hurts. I'm getting off track. I'm getting offended and flattered that you referred me as the young man. Even though, we may acted as an individual. In events such like this. We are not, but since you are talking about me. My first name used to start with this letter. Call me D. I know, about that cartoon thing. Not related. Used to like too."   

He loved talking nonsense. He continued talking. "I know I talk a lot. That was a trait that I still possessed. I was human and all. Now, I'm a collective of minds, emotions and body. We are Legion."

I said, "Like the bible?" He continued. "Somewhat. Who inspired who? No matter. I came here for two reasons." I drank my glass of whiskey. "I think, you would need more than that." He pours me more. "Number one, you should know. We came for Brandon, not you. We need him for our little parasitic problem. Not of your concern. Even though, he may read this. Second reason, that's when we decided to kill two birds with one stone." He signal me to drink more. I didn't. 

"Sure? You will need it, to drink your sorrows. I can't believe that you didn't remember our message. Let me remind you about it." His voice changed, no. As if they were multiple voices. One of a child, a woman and then his voice. Together in symphony. "How is your wife and kid?" I was frozen. Why did he mean by that? "It hits you doesn't it, right in the heart. Answer it. Come on." I tried to say I didn't, but it feels like I was lying. I couldn't say anything. He stood up. "Pity, I was expecting a breakthrough." I started to cried. Did I have a wife and kid? I always was alone. I started to cry like a baby. D. pat my head and saying "There. There. Is time for you bedtime. See you, soon." I fall asleep.

I need to find  answers. I need to find more about Candle Cove. I tried finding Brandon's private number, I lost it. It vanished. I called his office; they said he was out of town. Who were my wife and my little girl? Everything doesn't add up.