November 1st, 4006
Can you guys see this? I have no idea if the website is still working.
It’s gonna take me a few days to remove some of the malware. As a follow up to my previous post--Stove was not the one messing with me. It ended up being much deeper than that.
A LOT has happened. I figure I’ll catch you guys up. This post will be broken up into segments. In order for any of what I’m talking about to make sense, I need to give some context.
The day that the clones were made, a collection of mutations occurred. All of which had various effects. Some clones had hair, some were aged too much during the cloning process, other clones exited the machine extremely small.
The events of the last day involve four clones. Standard copies of Dan, Isaac, Stove and I that were mutated to become extremely small. Someone lost balance and fell on them almost immediately after they were created. They were crushed and killed before even an hour had passed inside the living room.
The clone that fell on them, known in Clonopolis as "Old Man Dan", apparently held a funeral for them. He cremated the small clones and held tremendous guilt for falling on them. It haunted him for weeks… He got to live a bustling city life, but they did not. In order to escape the guilt, he decided to take the urn off his hands and gave it to us. He thought “well, they’re responsible for creating the clones. Maybe their ashes should return to the place they were created.”
This was actually a very thoughtful gift! Stove answered the door when it was given to us and just…never told us about it. This was months ago. I don't think Stove even knew what an urn was.
The urn was mistreated, moved, kicked, spat in, used as a trash can, and disrespected continuously night after night for months. I’m not one to believe in superstition, or ghosts, or anything of the like. I always thought these were human constructs. But being placed atop Stove’s headboard, being forced to smell him every night while surrounded by the piles of trash? Those spirits must have been furious.
Awoken from their rest, the ghosts did all they could to escape the prison of the urn. They spent the whole month giving us “warnings”. Whether it be ectoplasm dripping from the walls, or strange frequencies all across the house.
Before the haunting had hit its peak, all of the equiptment in my lab started acting up. There were irregular electromagnetic frequencies messing with my equipment. I couldn’t work on anything important till it was fixed. Isaac came up with a few inventions he wanted from me in the meantime. One of which was…
A REPURPOSED VACCUM CLEANER.
He asked me to turn it into a ghost hunting device “just in case”. He had been the first to suspect some kind of supernatural activity, starting with Dan's illness. He’s been watching a lot of spooky movies (with it being October and all.) In order to get him to stop bothering me about it, I finally gave in and agreed to give him the ghost hunting device he'd been asking for.
The only blueprint he had for a machine like that was a video game manual from centuries ago. It was complete fictional nonsense. He asked me to build a little “Goo-Isaac”. Thinking to myself, “ghosts aren’t real.” and "you dont come back when you die." I never bothered to make his little idea functional. It would be a waste of a perfectly good vacuum cleaner.
Instead, all I did was take a small blood sample from Isaac, some of the green plasma samples I had kept from Dan’s recent illness, and I had created, essentially, a small mindless goo zombie that could do Isaac’s bidding. It was placed in a small receptacle on the outside of the machine. It was pretty cool, but it had no real purpose. He could do a fun jig, but that was it. Gooisaac was born.
That goo from Dan's illness had originated from the ghosts. It was what I consider to be "Stage 1" of a haunting. It was oozing all over the corners of the walls. Highly toxic. Once Dan was cured and we had an antidote, I was able to use it for a lot. It came in very handy for what was about to come.
Continued in next post...