Knowledge to Power

You awake slowly. The world around you is hazy and dim. Awareness settles upon you like a cold blanket of snow. Something is wrong. You try to remember how you got here, what you were doing just moments before. Behind the door to your memory there is nothing. All you know is this [[room->room1]] you are in. { (set: $knowYou to 0) (set: $knowWhere to 0) (set: $knowWhat to 0) (set: $knowAround to 0) (set: $knowIt to 0) (set: $mission to False) (set: $cork to 0) }

You stand up to peer closer at the cork board. Newspaper headlines read: [[Local Girl Missing]] [[Flooding Basement Kills Family of Four]] [[Daycare Shut Down After Violent Incident]] [[Tragedy Strikes Summer Camp... From Within]] (if: $cork is > 1)[ As you gaze between the articles, you notice that all of them are connected to red string, leading to three nodes across the board. One is labeled [[Children]], another [[Sleep]], and the final, [[Stories]]. ] You could return to the [[room]].

The drawers on the filing cabinet have handwritten labels. They read: //[[Suspected]] [[Confirmed]] [[Debunked]] [[Personal->Entry 1]]// You could return to the [[room]].

You examine the papers on the desk. There are handwritten notes and lots of printed documents. Your brain struggles to process the massive amounts of information. But certain words stick out to you. [[Chemistry]], [[sleep]], [[pyschology]], and [[device->schematics]] appear frequently . (set: $investigationCount to 0)(if: (visited:"Chemistry"))[(set: $investigationCount to it+1)](if: (visited:"schematics"))[(set: $investigationCount to it+1)](if: (visited:"pyschology"))[(set: $investigationCount to it+1)](if: (visited:"sleep"))[(set: $investigationCount to it+1)](if: (visited:"Hide"))[(set: $investigationCount to it+1)](if:(visited:"dreams"))[(set: $investigationCount to it+1)](if:(visited:"Read more"))[(set: $investigationCount to it+1)](if: $investigationCount > 1)[ As you push papers to the side, you notice a [[note->Hide]] scribbled in hasty red ink. ](if: $investigationCount > 3)[ Shuffling through the mess on the desk, your eyes fall on a paper whose writing seems different than the rest. Rather than stream of consciousness notes, this ones is a neat, purposeful [[list->people]]. ] You could return to the rest of the [[room]].

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There is a [[desk]] overflowing with papers. The wall above the desk is taken up by a large [[cork board]], covered in pinned up notes and clippings connected by red string. The wall to your left is covered in a sprawling but organized [[bookshelf]]. The right wall has an overflowing [[filing cabinet]]. On the opposite wall there is a (if:(visited:"closet door"))[[[closet->closet door]]](else:)[single closed [[door->closet door]]]. (if: $knowIt > 19)[(text-style:"shudder")[The bookcase begins clattering, books falling to the floor in an avalanche. The singing voice is loud now, still sickly sweet, and behind it you can hear heavy breathing and teeth grinding and the sound of claws destroying carpet.]](else-if: $knowIt > 15)[(text-style:"sway")[A voice sings a bright, sweet tune. You cannot hear any words in it. There is the sounds of tearing, shredding drywall from all around you.]](else-if:$knowIt >12)[(text-style:"rumble")[The walls around you shake in time with loud pounding thuds, as though a large creature was throwing itself against the drywall just on the other side.]](else-if:$knowIt >9)[(text-style:"buoy")[A clear, meloncholy voice sings, accompanied by frequent grinding and crunching. The sounds seem to come from behind the bookcase.]](else-if:$knowIt >6)[(text-style:"sway")[A muffled, lilting voice sings a meloncholy tune. It seems to emanate from the walls all around you.]](else-if:$knowIt >3)[(text-style:"shudder")[You can hear a slow, gentle scraping from the walls around you.]]

You open the door. Behind it is a small alcove. The floor is mostly taken up by a cot strewn in a tangled mess of blankets. On the ground at the head of the cot is a large [[metal box]] covered in switches and buttons and outlets and wires. At the foot of the bed is a wooden set of [[drawers]]. You could return to the rest of the [[room]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowYou to it +1)]

You scan the titles on the book spines, waiting for anything to stick out from the rest. Near the edge of the shelf, one of the books looks odd. The texture of its cover isn't right, and the lettering appears to be hand-painted rather than printed. The title on the spine simply reads: [[door]].(if: (visited:"Flooding Basement Kills Family of Four") or (visited:"Interview With Erica Smith") or (visited:"notebook") or (visited:"people"))[ The author of one of the books catches your eye. Erica Smith. The book is titled [[Birds On The Wire: A Collection of Short Stories->short story]] ](if: (visited:"Redditor Finds Urban Legend"))[ You recognize the title of one books, [[Legends and Myths of the Midwest]].](if:((visited:"cork board")and(visited:"desk"))or((visited:"cork board")and(visited:"Entry 1"))or((visited:"desk")and(visited:"Entry 1")))[ You see a [[notebook]] on the shelf, and remember seeing torn peices of notebook paper in other places around the room. ](if:(visited:"schematics")or(visited:"drawers"))[ Your gaze is drawn to spiral bound book. It is tall enough that you can read its cover over the books next to it. "[[Device Operation Guide->operation guide]]".] You could return to the [[room]].

You examine the box. Your eyes drift to the outlets. (if: (visited:"drawers"))[The device in the drawer had a cord on its back that would plug in to most of them.](else:)[Most of them are an odd shape, and wouldn't fit any cord you could imagine.] (if: (visited:"operation guide") and (visited:"bottom drawer"))[ You could [[restore]] your memories. You could [[erase]] your memories. ] You could return to the [[closet->closet door]].

//I have figured out how to hide from it! If I manipulate what I believe I can manipulate what is real about it. You cannot force yourself to unbelieve, but you can forget. As a temporary solution I will replace my door with something that is clearly not one, what I do not believe to be one, so it will not be able to get through while I create my final fix.// (if: (visited:"pyschology"))[ You could look for more [[notes->Read more]] written in this red pen.] You could return to the [[desk]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

As you leaf through the papers on the desk, you come across a detailed diagram. It is unclear what the purpose of the device is, but its mechanisms seem rather complicated. There is a main box, vials of chemicals, and tubes and wires leading to an output device that looks like a bowl or a pasta strainer. (if:(visited:"drawers"))[ This is clearly the same device that was stowed in the drawer in the closet. (if:(visited:"bottom drawer"))[The schematics also show the silvery box from the bottom drawer attatched to the device.](else:)[Although, in this diagram there is an attatchment that is missing from the device you found.]](if: (visited:"Chemistry"))[ You recognize the names of some of the chemicals, including Acetylcholine, from the papers about brain chemistry.](if:(visited:"sleep"))[ One of the vials being processed is labeled somnifacient, the same sleep drug mentioned in various other papers on the desk.] At the edge of the diagram is another box labeled 'power source'. (if:(visited:"metal box"))[You recognize it to be the metal box at the head of the cot in the closet.] You could return to the [[desk]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowYou to it +1)]

You push the bookshelf aside and step into the hall. Shadows crawl up the edges of the walls around you. You turn back and see that the bookshelf is just a regular door from this side. You close it behind you. To your left, the hall stretches on, lined with closed doors at regular intervals until it stretches around a corner. Whining and creeking of machinery can be heard behind them. A song echoes off the walls around you. To your right, moonlight pours in through a glass door. You step towards it. As you turn your back, the hallway watches you. You keep your eyes straight ahead, clenching the device in your hands. You force your breath to steady and your footsteps to remain evenly paced. Pushing open the glass door, you step into the night, breathing fresh air. Somehow, you are sure it has been a long time since you have truly tasted the crisp night air. You set your shoulders. You have a mission to [[complete->The End]]. (set: $ending to "best")

You step into the hall. The other side of the bookshelf looks like a regular door. You close it behind you. To your left, more doors line the hallway until it rounds a corner. To your right, sunlight shines through a glass door. You step towards it. Away from this place. Away from these secrets. The outside may be unknown, but it is bright. When you look upon it, something within you [[knows->The End]]. It has been a long time since you truly saw it. (set: $ending to "'ignorance is bliss'")

You step into the hall. Shadows crawl up the edges of the walls around you. You turn back and see that the bookshelf is just a regular door from this side. You close it behind you. To your left, the hall stretches on, lined with closed doors at regular intervals until it stretches around a corner. Whining and creeking of machinery can be heard behind them. Suddenly, a voice echoes around you, singing a song both sweet and melancholy. To your right, moonlight pours in through a glass door. You step towards it. As you turn your back, the hallway watches you. You glance over your shoulder, just long enough to see limbs reaching out from around the corner, dark and hazy, like they're only halfway to existance. The song becomes louder, the voice clear and lilting. You pick up your pace, running towards the door. Loud numerious footfalls echo down the hall, closer by the second. Adrenaline dumps into your veins, your heart skipping a beat. Your breath catches in your throat. You are almost to the door when something wraps around your ankle, sending you crashing to the floor. With incredible strength you are tugged backwards, the carpet clawing at your clothes and then your skin. You do not have time to [[scream->The End]]. (set: $ending to "worst")

##Knowledge to Power ###By River Kelly Thank you for playing :) Reveal your [[stats]]?

//Disaster struck neighboring small town Dunesville last night. As storms rolled over the valley, local Smith family moved to their basement. "You're supposed to go to the basement during storms, that's what we were told," Erica Smith, aunt to the deceased says. "Our parents would make a game of it so we kids wouldn't be scared of the storm. No, we'd be scared of the monsters in their stories. And now we do the same thing with our kids. Take em to the basement, bring some blankets, tell some ghost stories, and spend the night all safe and sound down there." But that is not what happened last night. The storm brought torrential rain, and most of the valley was flooded. This spelled doom for this particular family. Police report that the flood waters destroyed the wooden stairs leading out of the basement, trapping the family of four inside. For hours the flood was unrelenting, and with cell service down, there was no way to call for help. All four were found drowned by rescue crew in the morning.// Attatched is a photo of a destoryed staircase. It looks as though it collasped under a heavy weight. A sticky note pinned to it reads, "Why would floodwaters destroy a staircase before waking the family below it?" You could return to the [[cork board]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowWhat to it +1)(set:$cork to it+1)]

//Seven year old girl, Tambry Claude, went missing from her home Thursday night. Her parents comment that she had been having trouble sleeping and experiencing episodes of sleepwalking. "We wanted to make sure she was safe, so we would lock her in her room at night. We kept finding her in the kitchen, you know. There's sharp stuff in there! We never imagened the window would be a problem." Friday morning when Tambry's mother went to wake her for school, she found the bed empty and the window open. Police are unsure if Tambry was awake or asleep when she ran away. "Please, we just want to find our girl." Tambry's father says. Police urge anyone to come forward with information on the whereabouts of Tambry. Her parents and recently half-blind younger brother anxiously await her return home.// Below is a photo of a young girl with short black hair and wirey glasses. You could return to the [[cork board]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowWhat to it +1)(set:$cork to it+1)]

//Neighborhood daycare center, Little Bug Care, is due to close in two week's time. What was once a beloved part of the community has now become irreparably tarnished after the events of last Tuesday. "I wouldn't send my kid back there anyways! Not after what happened!" local parents says. But what did happen? The daycare's offical statement is that the children were very lightly supervised during nap time, to avoid disturbances. Just one caretaker was left in the room with them. However, the caretaker too fell to the allure of naptime. While she was asleep, the children awoke and began playing with each other. There was no one to notice when the play got rough, until the crying of a hurt child finally woke the caretaker. The children had gotten into the arts and crafts supplies, and scissors had been stabbed through a five year old boy's eye. He will recover, but he will never see from his left eye again. "I always knew there was something off there. We never had enough money to switch to the other care center though," another parent says, "They sent our kid home with some drawings she made, and like half of them had this creepy thing in it. I've never seen any character like that in a kids show. I bet they left the TV on to entertain the kids and didn't even notice if a horror movie came on."// The torn newspaper cuts off. You could return to the [[cork board]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowWhat to it +1)(set:$cork to it+1)]

You open the drawer labeled //Confirmed//. There are many thin folders, each containing printed out screenshots from various online platforms. Most of the folders are marked with numbers, but the first three at the front have more descriptive labels. [[Sleep Paralysis]] [[Recipe Blogger]] [[Interview With Erica Smith]] You could return to the [[cabinet->filing cabinet]].

You open the drawer labeled //Suspected//. There are many thin folders, each containing printed out screenshots from various online platforms. Most of the folders are marked with numbers, but the first three at the front have more descriptive labels. [[Child Dreams of Tambry]] [[Assortment of Tweets]] [[Redditor Finds Urban Legend]] You could return to the [[cabinet->filing cabinet]].

You open the drawer labeled //Debunked//. There are many thin folders, each containing printed out screenshots from various online platforms. Most of the folders are marked with numbers, but the first three at the front have more descriptive labels. [[Monster Poem]] [[Benadryl Hat Man]] [[AO3 Horror Story]] You could return to the [[cabinet->filing cabinet]].

//Police release latest update in the story of the tragedy at Camp Sunshine. This sleepaway camp was known for its serene natural landscape, engaging activities, and giving parents a break during the summer. One mom's child was sent away further than she bargained for, however. Last Sunday five campers snuck out of their cabin in the night, and only four returned. When questioned, the remaining campers brought the counselors to a disturbing scene. "We had been telling them old stories to entertain them. I didn't think my delivery was really that believable for them to do something like this, though," says one of the counselors. "The creature was hungry," one of the children testified, "and we didn't want it to eat us. So we fed it." The camp counselors had told the children a local legend of a creature that lives in the woods. Scared by the story, the children decided that one of them had to be sacrificed. In the dead of night they marched to a clearing deep in the woods. "Then it ate her." Police report that it is unclear what happened to the fifth child. Blood and gore was found on the scene, but it was very localized, no signs of anything being dragged away, and no signs of the bones that should remain, even if the child was eaten by a bear or wolves. "If she did die here, then she was eviscerated where she stood, there one moment and gone the next. We don't know of any creature that could do something like that, certainly not a group of kids," a policeman says, "we think she must have run off into the forest after the other kids hurt her. Our search parties are already out there looking." The fifth child is yet to be found. The other children's trails are set for two months from now. It seems that here, no one's fate is quite decided.// You could return to the [[cork board]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowWhat to it +1)(set:$cork to it+1)]

This folder is a collection of tweets from various accounts. // (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[My kid had a bad dream last night. And I had a waking nightmare, when I was awoken by a little face meer inches from mine asking if "the thing with teeth" was going to "visit us soon".] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Went camping in the woods at a national park this weekend. Great time! Didn't like the eerie singing in the night though. Find literally any other time or place to practice for choir.] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Today my kid told me that he saw what was killing our chickens, and that it was a bear with a lot of legs and a mouth for a head. I sure hope not.] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[My lovely daughter handed me a drawing this evening. It appears to be a huge furry spider with a bowtie, though she has informed me that its 'not a spider' and 'it says it want to eat you'. Great to know!] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[i had a dream last night about some sort of thing with wayyy too many legs. better lay off the benadryl..]// You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

The folder contains multiple screenshots from the reddit website, on r/Strange. The first sheet shows a post by user GoingGone__12: //I needed this book for a school project, but I had to return it and then re check it out because someone else had it on hold. And between the two times I had it this was added to the last page. `[image removed]` Edit: Yes, I removed the image, this was getting too much attention and I seriously don't think it was a good idea to spread this image around. If you have screenshotted it, please delete it. Please. // The next page includes a few comments: //-Oooh, creepy! -me when im in a lying contest -I can't believe people vandalize library books like that. -Does your library still keep a record of who's had the book inside the back cover?? You could find out who did it! -Is that Legends and Myths of the Midwest? I've read it before, and that definitely wasn't in there... -Lol I bet you drew that in there, now you're worried the library's gonna get you for it or something, dumbass -Oh noo, I have a screenshot, what're you gonna do about it? Send the creature after me?? // You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowAround to it +1)]

This file is filled with printed out comments from a recipe blog site. A note on the first page reads: //All recipes by this user were removed, but the comments were left up// The comments on the first post read: //(b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Great recipe! Made it for dinner, kids loved it!] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[lol of course you include your dream before getting to the point] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Creepy dream, recipe sounds yummy!]// The second post: //(b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Interesting blend of spices there...] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[woah that's a creepy ass dream!! crazy that the same creature has been in two of them now]// The third: //(b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Hey, so, everyone else thinks this recipe is,,, odd, right?] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Do your increasingly horrifying dreams have anything to do with how obsurd today's recipe is?]// The fourth: //(b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Um. Bleach should never, under any circumstances be substituted for any ingredient in any recipe ever. WTF.] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Do we need to call someone? These aren't normal nightmares or normal recipes...] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[whhaatt happened here???] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[I think I saw your dream creature in my dream last night. I hope it doesn't make me go crazy too 0_0] // The fifth: //(b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Right so suggesting cannibalism is gonna get your blog taken down, right?] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[Holy shit] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[if your trolling, your doing a great job] (b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[I was coming here for the terrifying dream journal, but now the recipes are getting interesting too]// The sixth: //(b4r:"solid")+(b4r-colour:black)+(b4r-size:5)[I am reporting you before anyone else sees this.]// You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

This folder contains numerous screenshots of conversations across various digital platforms, all with users describing experiences seeing 'The Hat Man'. At the back of the folder is a printed out wikipedia article: //The "Hat Man" One example of a particular shadow person is the "Hat Man", who shares the characteristics of general shadow people but is named for a fedora or other brimmed hat on his head. Descriptions of the Hat Man date back to as early as the late 2000s. The Hat Man is commonly associated with sleep paralysis and the abuse of the antihistamine medicine diphenhydramine, commonly sold under the brand name Benadryl. He is typically described as having very few or no discernible features, although some witnesses have claimed they can "feel him staring" at them.// You could return to the [[filing cabinet]].

This folder is particularly thick. It contains an entire work from AO3, a website for free, self published works of writing. At the top of each chapter is a handwritten summary of the chapter's contents. // 1: The main character meets a horrifying monster in her dream. 2: The main character continues to dream of the monster, but sees that it exhibits some oddly enduring behaviours. 3: The dream monster follows the main character into the real world, scaring her and hurting her. 4: The main character attempts communication with the creature, as it will not leave. 5: The main character decides to help the creature return to the dream world. 6: The creature and the main character... participate in intercourse?? // There are no more chapter summaries beyond this point. You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowAround to it +1)]

There is a small file of papers ripped from a notebook. (if: (visited:"desk"))[The handwriting matches the papers on the desk.] //My first test of the device went wonderfully! I had many dreams in the night, and while I was in them I was unusually aware. I used this ability to soar through the sky and explore the scenery of my mind. Even if the rest of my research is fruitless, this device could be my big break.// [[Entry 2]] You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowYou to it +1)]

You shuffle the first paper to the end of the stack. The next one reads: //I have seen it! Creeping in at the edges of my dreams there is a haze, a shadow. At first I thought it nothing, but I am sure now that it is the creature, hiding its form, watching. During my latest session when I felt its presence I attempted to speak to it. It leapt towards me, developing fangs and claws as it did so. Terrifying, but rather thrilling! Its not as though a dream creature could really hurt me.// [[Entry 3]] You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowWhere to it +1)]

//I am begining to grow concerned. I think I should feel that I am making progress. Every time I dream I see The Beast more and more clearly. At this point its visage is almost burned into my brain. However, the research has become much less enjoyable. My dreams are rather fitful now. Even without the device, any dream I do remember features The Beast. It seems to be haunting me. With the device I have more awareness of my situation, which makes it easier to avoid being dream-mauled, but it creates a stronger fear. I hope I haven't ruined all sleep for my life.// [[Entry 4]] You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

//I was wrong. It can hurt me. It can hurt me. It can hurt me in this world. I do not know if it can only manifest itself through dreamers or if it can manifest its own form in this world. I went to sleep just fine, without the device, I wanted a night of real rest. I did not get it. The Beast followed me. What it growled at me was almost words. Its limbs, at least seven of them, wrapped around me, pushed down on me and I could not move, could not breathe. Its face smiled, eyes curving up and up and its mouth blinked and the claws on its limbs bit into my flesh with such searing pain that I awoke. And in the dark of my bedroom I still felt the pain, and sticky red blood was pooling in my sheets. The Beast is dangerous. But if I know anything about science I know that the more I know the better. I must learn more. To protect myself. To protect everyone.// You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

As you sift through the piles of papers, there appears to be a group sorted somewhat by topic: brain chemestry. There are annotated articles and studies about neurotransmitters and chemical balances and imbalances. Others are diagrams of the brain, and what the same chemical does in different sections. The notes on these diagrams often center around the hippocampus. Circled in one paper about memory storage is the word "Acetylcholine"(if: (visited:"schematics"))[, the same chemical mentioned in the schematics of the device]. You could return to the [[desk]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowYou to it +1)]

Tossed to one side of the desk is a stack of printed out articles and studies. These ones delve into the differences between children and adult cognition. Highlighted throughout the texts are phrases such as: //Little concept of abstract thought, often taking things literally and believing anything at face value.// //Little ability to detect lies.// //Unable to tell the difference between fantasy and reality.// Grouped with these papers are ones about what makes people believe something is real. There are studies focused on convincing people of climate change, on why people believe in different religions, and on if people can detect lies. (if: (visited:"Hide"))[ You could [[read closer->Read more]].] You could return to the [[desk]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowAround to it +1)]

Red thred leads from the mentions of children to a bulleted list. * Short? * High energy? * Gullible? * Dumb? * Underdeveloped immune systems? * Weaker/Slower? (if: (visited: "Stories"))[ A red string connects the "Gullible" bullet point to [[Stories]] ](if: (visited: "Sleep"))[ A thread leads from the Children node to the Sleep node. In between them is a single sticky note. It reads "REMEMBERING DREAMS" ] You could return to the [[cork board]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowAround to it +1)]

Sections of each clipping are connected to a torn peice of notebook paper. (if: (visited: "Local Girl Missing"))[ //Tambry had a history of sleepwalking, and went missing during the night.// ](if: (visited: "Flooding Basement Kills Family of Four"))[ //Family was sleeping in the basement during the flood.// ](if: (visited: "Daycare Shut Down After Violent Incident"))[ //Daycare incident happened during nap time.// ](if: (visited: "Tragedy Strikes Summer Camp... From Within"))[ //The camp was a sleep-away camp, and the incident happened in the night.// ] Below the list of story connections is another bulleted list: * Physical exhaustion? * Or more energy after sleeping? * Suggestable? * Impared logic? (if: (visited: "Children"))[ A thread leads from the Sleep node to the Children node. In between them is an article titled //"Children More Likely to Remember Dreams"//. ] You could return to the [[cork board]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowWhere to it +1)]

Sections of each clipping are connected to a torn peice of notebook paper. (if: (visited: "Local Girl Missing"))[ //Tambry's doesn't mention a story... but her brother might know it// ](if: (visited: "Flooding Basement Kills Family of Four"))[ //Ghost stories in flood// ](if: (visited: "Daycare Shut Down After Violent Incident"))[ //Suggestion of scary TV show at daycare?// ](if: (visited: "Tragedy Strikes Summer Camp... From Within"))[ //Ghost stories at the camp.// ](if: (visited: "Children"))[ A red string connects this section to the "Gullible" bullet point under [[Children]] ] You could return to the [[cork board]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

You flip to the table of contents. The stories are organized by genre. There is only one in the horror section. "The Uncreature". //There is an uncreature who lives in the unwoods and comes out in the unnight. Though, that's not quite right. In the day the uncreature is so un that it isn't. So only in the unnight can the uncreature be. I saw the uncreature one unnight. When I got out of unbed I was met by an unsight. The uncreature beckoned with a beautiful unvoice to come on outside and I had no unchoice. Then when I laid eyes upon the uncreature, I stopped in surprise to see its unfeatures. "Why, you are not an uncreature at all," I said. The creature then smiled and filled me with dread. "You can't be an uncreature because you have such real features." The creature unhummed so I went on speaking. "Like these limbs I can count... 1, 2, 3, 4..." but I found that I couldn't really count any more. Because each time I counted another limb sprouted and soon the creature was towering and I was cowering. "And you have all those eyes. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6..." but I gave up on finding them all. Because each time I had spoken another eye would open. And the creature watched me back. When I looked into its eyes I couldn't name exactly what they lacked. "Your smile," I continued, "is filled with teeth too. 1, 2..." but I didn't get through. The creature saw with its eyes and leapt with its limbs and bit and shredded and pulled and sliced with its teeth. When the sun rose I wasn't back in unbed. I could not rest my unhead. I had unstayed with the uncreature, so un that I wasn't.// You could return the book to the [[bookshelf]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

As you touch the 'book,' you realize its made of solid wood. You attempt to pull it from the shelf, but it only moves a couple of inches. A click resonates from behind the shelf, and the entire thing swings towards you. The shelf opens inward like a door. Beyond it is a bright, nondescript (if: (visited:"neutralize the InfoHazards"))[(if: $knowIt < 10)[[[hallway->Best Ending]]](else:)[[[hallway->Worst Ending 2]]]](else:)[(if: $knowIt < 5)[[[hallway->Second Best Ending]]](if: $knowIt >= 5 and $knowIt < 10)[[[hallway->Mid Ending]]](if: $knowIt >= 10)[[[hallway->Worst Ending]]]]. You could return to the [[room]].

You open the top drawer. Inside is an odd peice of machinery. There is a main grey box, with what looks like a metal pasta strainer on one side. There are four slots in the top. Two are empty, while the other two contain viles of colorful liquid, one blue, the other green. A tangle of wires and tubes connects various points on the bowl to the box. There are also some wires that hang off of the device, connected to nothing. On the back is a cord with an odd shaped plug at its end. (if: (visited:"metal box"))[It looks like it would fit in to outlets on the metal box at the head of the cot.] (if: (visited:"schematics"))[This is clearly the device from the schematics on the desk, although the schematics included another attatchment that is not present here. ] You could open the [[bottom drawer]]. (set: $previous to "device")(if: $mission is True)[ You could [[neutralize the InfoHazards]]. ] You could return to the [[closet->closet door]].

You grab the operation guide from the bookshelf and the device and its attatchments from the drawers. You carefully configure the silvery attatchment, plugging each wire to its port, and filling the slots with colorful vials. On the wall near the large power source is a square frame. The device slides into it, positioning itself over the cot, with its bowl hovering a foot and a half from the pillow. You plug the device in to the power source and flip the switch on its side to 'on'. It whirrs quietly. As soon as you lay your head beneath it, your mind becomes fuzzy and slow, and you drift quickly to [[sleep->restore 2]].

(if: $knowIt >= 10)[ As you stare at the device, listening to the crunching noises beyond the wall, a realization sinks into your chest. Why you used the device the first time, and why you must use it again. ] (else:)[ As you stare at the device, curiosity builds within you.]You grab the operation guide from the bookshelf and the device and its attatchments from the drawers. You carefully configure the coppery attatchment, plugging each wire to its port, and filling the slots with colorful vials. On the wall near the large power source is a square frame. The device slides into it, positioning itself over the cot, with its bowl hovering a foot and a half from the pillow. You plug the device in to the power source and flip the switch on its side to 'on'. It whirrs quietly. You take a deep breath, then lay on the cot, looking up at the bowl. An odd, dizzy sensation builds from the back of your skull. Other than that, nothing seems to happen. (if: $knowIt >= 10)[You begin counting 10 minutes in your head, attempting to tune out the sounds of claws scraping through drywall, attempting to slow the furious beating of your heart. After what you think is](else:)[After counting] 10 minutes, you stand and shut off the device. You feel faint and sluggish. Collapsing back on to the cot, you close your eyes. As you fade into sleep, the world around you dimming to nothingness, more than just your consciousness [[drifts away->The End]]. (set: $ending to "'next time for sure'")

A sticky note stuck to a paper on internalizing beliefs is covered in cramped red writing. //I thought it was simply that the more I knew the more I could observe, like I was learning to learn. But that was not what was happening. The more I knew the more there was to observe. My very act of knowing gave The Beast more permission to exist. If I knew it could crawl it grew limbs. If I knew it could bite it grew teeth. If I knew it could eat it became ravenous. I must stop knowing.// (set: $previous to "text in your hands") (if: $mission is True)[You could [[neutralize the InfoHazards]].] You could return to the [[desk]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

The list is titled "InfoHazards". * Erica Smith * Dominic Soren * Beatrice Thompson * Tyler Claude * Abigail Hunter * Micky Grant * Pete McCarthy (set: $previous to "list of people")(if: $mission is True)[ You could [[neutralize the InfoHazards]].] You could return to the [[desk]].

You open the second drawer in the dresser. This one is filled with more colorful vials like the ones that slot in to the device. It also contains two smaller metal boxes, one coppery and the other silvery. Each has a row of ports on each side, as though many wires could be attached. Finally, there is a small, heavy box with a single outlet. A piece of tape is plastered across it, labeling it 'power bank.' (if: (visited:"schematics"))[ The silvery box is clearly the attatchment for the device pictured in the schematics. ](if: (visited:"operation guide"))[ The coppery box is clearly the attatchment which erases memories. You could [[restore]] your memories. You could [[erase]] your memories. ](set: $previous to "device")(if: $mission is True)[ You could [[neutralize the InfoHazards]]. ] You could return to the [[closet->closet door]].

You slide one of the pages towards you. The handwriting is neat and unhurried, describing a dream with no preamble. //I was walking along a sidewalk in the middle of a forest. It wasn't dense or intimidating, but no sun was making it through the canopy above. I felt that something was watching me, so I started wakling faster. I found a fork in the path, and followed it to the left, and out of the woods. There, sunlight could finally reach me. I was approached by a cat, who rubbed itself all over my legs. It was grey, with yellow eyes, but I was sure that it was not Meatball. As I bent down to pet him, I felt again something watching me from the woods. I turned back to look, and I couldn't see anything. The cat walked past me and into the trees. I did not follow it. I tried to walk home, but I kept coming across the woods again, like I was in a very large clearing, surrounded by it. Any time I got close I felt watched again. A certainty was growing in me that what was watching me was the creature from the story I read two nights ago. I started running along the edge of the trees, and finally found a gap to go through. I could see my childhood home in front of me. I opened the front door, and promptly woke up.// You could return to the [[desk]].(if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

You pull the notebook from the shelf. The first page is (if:(visited:"schematics"))[a copy of the schematics you found on the desk.](else:)[a diagram of the device you found in the drawer.] The second page is titled "To Remember". It is taken up by a more detailed close up of the way a small metal box attatches to the device, displaying which wires should be attatched to which ports. The third page lists a set of instructions to use the device.// * Configure device according to previous page * Fill slots as followed:// This bullet is followed by a diagram showing which colored vials should be placed into which slots of the device.// * Press 'on' switch * Plug into power source * Leave over the head while sleeping * Power off immediately after waking //The fourth page is similar to the third, but shows how to attach a coppery box to the device, where the first one was silvery. The top of this page is labeled "To Forget". A note at the bottom of the page reads: //In this configuration, the device should be used while awake. Apply the device 1 to 2 feet away from the subject for 10 minutes. Effects will not set in until after the user has slept for at least 2 hours, or alternatively, 16 hours have passed.// (set: $previous to "guide book")(if: $mission is True)[ You could [[neutralize the InfoHazards]]. ] You could return the book to the [[bookshelf]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowYou to it +1)]

You take the notebook from the shelf, thumbing through the pages. There are large sections of pages that have been ripped out, and about half the pages in the back are blank. There are a few remaining entries, however. //The other day I read a story by Erica Smith. It made my hair stand on end as I read it, and I kept thinking about it for some time after, so I decided to look her up and find more of her work to read. I happened to see in some bio about her that she was from a town called ___. And then when I looked up that town I saw a large number of news articles about various tragedies. I tried looking up some other towns to see if thats just what happens when you google a town name, but no, it seems it was just this one which such a high volume. It was odd, and I kept thinking about it, especially after that weird dream I had. I don't really have the authority or experience to do an investigation, but I've heard about what those crime podcaster girls can solve just by caring more than the police can, so I think I'm going to look into it.// You could [[keep reading]]. You could return the book to the [[bookshelf]].

You awake with a start, jumping out of the cot and quickly shutting down the machine over you. Your mind is both hazy and racing. You remember everything. Your heart pounds in your chest. The Beast pounds on the walls outside. You try to convince yourself that it cannot get in. You wonder if there's time to do anything differently. A note instructing yourself to leave? Wouldn't that just spike your curiousity again? You hear what must be claws through drywall. There is definitely not time. You hastily grab the copper 'forget' box, attatching wires to ports through memory alone. Your gaze flicks to the operation guide on the floor. You rip the pages out, shredding them and then kicking them to the corners of the room. You shove vials into the devices slots, set the duration to 10 minutes, and flick the switch back to on. As you lay beneith it, heart pounding, all you can do is pray. Pray and sleep and forget. As you are swallowed by the dark of sleep, you can hear it breathing in your ears. Fear tingles through your spine. And then. You forget why you should be afraid, and the breathing stops. Your fear subsides. All you can do is [[sleep->The End]]. (set: $ending to "self destructive")(set:$knowIt to 20)

Inside of this folder is a series of posts uploaded to tumblr blog MotherOfBananas. //my kid has an imaginary friend. her name is tambry my daughter will not stop talking about tambry. she never pretends tambry is in the room at the same time as me, but she tells me lots about her i'm starting to wonder if tambry is just one of her classmates at daycare? or my daughter is very creative today my kid asked to go over to tambry's house. i told her sure, as long as i talk to her mom first. she just got quiet after that my kid is not seeing ghosts guys, i can't see ghosts, my wife cant, where would she have gotten the gene from? okay so my kid might be seeing ghosts. i asked her teacher at pickup today and there is no one in her class named tambry my daughter is now saying that tambry is visiting her in her dreams, and asking her to stay in the dreams idk if i should send my daughter to a therapist or an exorcist? where can i buy a dream catcher without being culturally insensative? we went on a hike today and my daughter said she recognized part of the woods from visiting there with tambry i have obtained a dream catcher, but my kid keeps taking it down because 'tambry doesnt like it' i'm thinking maybe both an exorcist and a therapist, i think she needs both// You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

This folder contains a series of posts by reddit user EepyBoy2424. In r/Advice: // How to prevent sleep paralysis? Basically the title. I keep having sleep paralysis and my sleep paralysis demon is not a joke, its scary AF and its even keeping me up at night, cause I don't want to wake up to it in the morning. I'm sick of being tired all the time and would appreciate any advice. Update: I tried sleeping on my side, but I can't exactly just get more sleep because circular logic and all that. // In r/SleepParalysis: // My sleep paralysis demon is terrifying. My sleep paralysis demon is this big black wolf with like twelve legs and no eyes on its face, but it has plenty everywhere else. For some reason its wearing a bowtie? This is not comforting though. It brings up questions such as: how does it put that on? Is the bowtie made of flesh? At first I couldn't see it clearly, it would just lurk on the edge of my vission. But lately its been pacing around my room and getting closer to me. Last night it looked at me for the first time. I swear we just stared at each other for like an hour before it just turned and ran and as soon as it left I could move again. // In r/SleepParalysis: // My sleep paralysis demon touched me. This has never happened before, it usually just paces around my room, sometimes it looks at me or whatever, but this morning it walked straight up to me and pressed one of its legs on my chest. It didn't even get up on the bed, the leg just stretched and bent until it was over me and then pressed down. I couldn't move, I never can, but it also felt like there was a huge weight pushing down on me and I couldn't breath. I know a weight on your chest is a common symptom of sleep paralysis but I've never had it before and I don't want to have it again. // Finally there is a screenshot of the account activity for the user. After his final post in r/SleepParalysis, there has been nothing for a year and a half, despite consistent posting for the previous four years beforehand. You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

This folder contains a printed out transcript of an interview. Its beginning and end seem to be cut off. //Interviewer: Erica, most of your stories are fantasy or adventure stories for children, what inspired your departure from your usual genre? Erica Smith: I think there really isn't as big a difference between children's stories and horror stories as we might like to think. And its a common trope in horror stories to include kid's things, like dolls and whatnot. So writing a horror story in the style of a kids book really adds to the creepiness. I guess maybe we're all secretly a little scared of children, haha. Interviewer: And what inspired the Uncreature in your story? Erica: The story is actually similar to one my parents used to tell me when I was a kid. I recently had a dream that reminded me of it, which was a big part of the inspiration for the Uncreature. Interviewer: So the Uncreature came to you in a dream! Erica: I suppose! Interviewer: So was the main character of the story in a dream, is that why their surroundings are also described as 'un', like the unbed? Erica: Not necessarily, but you can interpret it however makes it creepiest to you.// You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowAround to it +1)]

This folder contains screenshots of an instagram post, which are themselves photos of text in a fancy font. // "You do not want to know about this monster. When you know you will suffer with me. Let me fight on my own." You did not listen. Took up your pen to take up your sword to help me in my battle. But now that you know I see the grimace behind your smile the tears behind your eyes. Your ignorance was your sheild. Now, you too, bleed. // The caption reads: //You just had to know what I was going through...// You could return to the [[filing cabinet]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowAround to it +1)]

As you look down at the $previous, the pieces click together in your mind. You know what you must do. You gather the device from the drawers, its accessories, and the guidebook from the shelf. You carefully configure the coppery attatchment, plugging each wire to its port, and filling the slots with colorful vials. You grab the portable power source from the drawer, plugging the device into it. It whirrs gently as it comes to life. You take the list of InfoHazards from the desk, memorizing each name, and then stuffing the paper into your pocket. You will elimate this threat. Simply knowing about this creature is dangerous? Then no one will know. You will wipe the memory of anyone who could keep spreading the tale of The Beast. (if: (visited:"door"))[(if: $knowIt < 10)[You head towards the [[door->Best Ending]] behind the booksehlf](else:)[You head towards the [[door->Worst Ending 2]] behind the bookshelf].](else:)[Now all you have to do is figure out how to leave this [[room]]...]

You push the bookshelf aside and step into the hall. Shadows crawl up the edges of the walls around you. You turn back and see that the bookshelf is just a regular door from this side. You close it behind you. To your left, the hall stretches on, lined with closed doors at regular intervals until it stretches around a corner. Whining and creeking of machinery can be heard behind them. Suddenly, a voice echoes around you, singing a song both sweet and melancholy. To your right, moonlight pours in through a glass door. You adjust your grip on the device and step towards it. As you turn your back, the hallway watches you. You glance over your shoulder, just long enough to see limbs reaching out from around the corner, dark and hazy, like they're only halfway to existance. The song becomes louder, the voice clear and lilting. You pick up your pace, running towards the door, clutching the device to your chest. Loud numerious footfalls echo down the hall, closer by the second. Adrenaline dumps into your veins, your heart skipping a beat. Your breath catches in your throat. You are almost to the door when something wraps around your ankle, sending you crashing to the floor. With incredible strength you are tugged backwards, the carpet clawing at your clothes and then your skin. You do not have time to [[scream->The End]]. (set: $ending to "worst")

You turn to the next intact page. //It is clear that there is something happening in the dream world that has been causing all this. I have learned all that I can from this side of existance, now I have to research inside the dream realm. I am working on a device that will allow me to remember my dreams, and learn what I can from them. I will admit that I am bit nervous. Clearly this dream entity is not very kind. But it is just a dream, after all, and I'll be fine when I wake up.// You could [[keep reading->read 2]]. You could return the book to the [[bookshelf]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowWhere to it +1)]

You search for the next entry. Instead of a page filled with scrawled words, you find one covered with a sketch made in black pen. The figure almost blends into the dark background behind it, but the suggestion of the form is visible. Limb after limb streches from its hulking body. Wide eyes glare from it, and though some of them don't seem attatched, it is clear that all belong to The Beast. It wears a bowtie beneath its wide, inviting, hungry smile. You could [[keep reading->read 3]]. You could return the book to the [[bookshelf]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +3)]

You flip the page. //I am making progress reworking my device. It can already mess with memory, so its much easier than starting from scratch, at the very least. Installing the bookshelf was a bit of a delay, but a necessary one. I have bought myself a decent chunk of time. If only I had more, I could use my reworked device on the InfoHazards. I could spare them the Knowing, and stop them from telling anyone else about It. But alas, once I am safe to leave here, I won't remember why my mission is important. And I won't be any good to anyone dead.// (set: $previous to "text in your hands")(if: $mission is True)[ You could [[neutralize the InfoHazards]]. ] You could return the book to the [[bookshelf]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowYou to it +1)]

You pull the book from the shelf, flipping to the back pages. On the inside cover is a book card, listing the names of anyone who had borrowed the book before it was appearantly stolen from a library. There is one name that is repeated, Tom Chart. In between his two check out times is another name, Abigail Hunter. The magority of the page is taken up by a sharpy illistration of a monster. It looks vaugly like a headless wolf with eight legs, each with too many joints, and a huge mouth where its neck might've been. Skattered around the drawing are various written notes: //Beware. Lives in the woods. Loves being a mystery. Sings to lure prey to it. Hates when people know about it. Eats wolves. Will hunt down anyone who knows too much. // You could return the book to the [[bookshelf]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowIt to it +1)]

You got the $ending ending! Your final sanity score was (set: $score to 5 - $knowIt)$score. Your final self discovery score was $knowYou. (if:$mission is True)[You unlocked the secret mission!(if:(history: where its name contains "neutralize the InfoHazards")'s length is 0)[ But you didn't decide to carry it out.]](else:)[You did not unlock the secret mission.] [[back->The End]]

The lighting is flickering fluorescence. You sit on a barely cushioned wooden chair, angled towards a [[desk]] overflowing with papers. On wall above the desk hangs a large [[cork board]]. It's covered in sticky notes, newspaper clippings, and red string, all being held up by slightly bent thumbtacks. The wall to your left is taken up by in a sprawling [[bookshelf]], the only part of the room that has any manor of organization at all. Neat rows of books are all carefully brought to the edge of the shelves, proudly dispalying their spines. The right wall has a long, low [[filing cabinet]]. Some of the drawers have papers spilling out of their seams. Finally, on the opposite wall there is a single closed [[door->closet door]].

As you shuffle the papers on the desk around, you collect ones that mention sleep into a small pile. There are some handwritten accounts of [[dreams]], as well as annotated studies discussing factors that lead to one remembering their dreams. The general conclusion seems to be that better sleep will lead to more dreams. There are also papers discussing ways to induce better sleep, including a medication called "somnifacient". (if: (visited:"schematics"))[This was mentioned in the schematics of the device.] You could return to the [[desk]]. (if:visits is 1)[(set: $knowWhere to it +1)]

{ (set: $requirementA to False) (set: $requirementB to False) (set: $countMission to 0) (if: (visited:"people") and (visited:"operation guide") and (visited:"bottom drawer"))[(set: $requirementA to True)] (if: (visited:"Read more") or (visited:"read 3"))[(set: $requirementB to True)] (if: (visited:"Legends and Myths of the Midwest"))[(set: $countMission to it +1)] (if: (visited:"Entry 3"))[(set: $countMission to it +1)] (if: (visited:"Children") and (visited:"Stories"))[(set: $countMission to it +1)] (if: (visited:"Read more") and (visited:"read 3"))[(set: $countMission to it +1)] (if: $requirementA and $requirementB and ($countMission > 0))[(set: $mission to True)] (if: $knowAround is 3)[(set:$knowAround to 0)(set:$knowIt to it +1)](if: $knowWhat is 3)[(set:$knowWhat to 0)(set:$knowIt to it +1)] (if: $knowWhere is 3)[(set:$knowWhere to 0)(set:$knowIt to it +1)] }

##Knowledge to Power ###By River Kelly [[Begin->Intro]] (set:$knowIt to 20)