Hey y'all. Today's topic is gonna be more serious since it's about the newest tape from Daniel. This one was pretty disturbing to me. A lot more than the others. I know I talked once before about Luke Delor and about that whole situation last March. How he went missing in August of '88 and was never found, how his mother was at Rosie's every day afterwards. Just a sad affair in the end, and now knowing what happened to him...it's hard to handle for me and I barely even knew the kid. The pain he was in during that tape was difficult to watch and the fact that he was forced to be some pawn for them is just horrifying. I think he's still out there to this day which makes it worse. I don't even want to think about it really.
In relation to other things, I remember the RHP being talked about a good amount when I lived in Walker Creek. It was just for troubled people and folks with physical issues that needed help and healing. That's what they claimed. Obviously that was a lie. And the worst part is that I knew people who signed up for that damn program. Hell, I even thought about it for a while when my leg was acting up in the early 80's. It's a good thing now that I didn't do it but...I did have this one close friend who signed up. Phil. He was troubled from a lot of things in his childhood. Wasn't able to work through it very well and had some rough times. Night terrors, depression, things like that, Then, he signed up and came back and seemed...better. No more midnight calls when he had a nightmare, no more random bouts of social seclusion. I thought Dr. Spencer was just a truly skilled healer. Between that and how he helped with Julia, I really truly believed that. But...I guess the ones who came back weren't actually themselves anymore. It was all a lie just like everything else I remember from Walker Creek. The last piece I'll talk about is Dr. Charles Spencer himself. It honestly disgusts me to know what he really was. One of those damn aliens (or monsters or whatever they are). I was treated by Dr. Spencer after Dr. Rumlow retired so I knew the doc for a pretty good portion of my life. It sounded sorta like him in the tape but I couldn't tell. Coulda been an assistant. Either way, this just another fond part of Walker Creek getting torn apart for me. I remember when he treated Julia. I remember how much care he took in helping her even until the last day. I remember how he went out of his way to try ways to make things better for her. And now...the idea that this person that I trusted, that I thought of as a truly amazing and selfless human being, that was there to help my wife in the worst of times, was just another one of those things is just sad. That's the only word I can think of. I heard that some of you actually got in contact with him through an email or something like that. I hope it helped with this investigation. Also, maybe one of you can tell that bastard to go to hell for me. I'd appreciate that. I'm sorry if I'm being more blunt in how I'm talking today but I just can't be as precise about this. I don't mean to sound like a broken record but I don't think I'll ever get over how everything in Walker Creek is touched and corrupted by them. Even those last fond memories with Julia. Those skinwalker bastards deserve everything the rebels will throw at them. Every piece of history and every new event that I see just solidifies it in my mind. I'll always do everything I can to bring 'em down. Not like I have much else to look forward to. - Trevor
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Hey y'all! I'll probably do a few posts talking about the Media Archive thing that you found. Good job on finding it by the way! I know I don't talk much but I still take a look here and there at what y'all are up to. I'm not sure how I'll split up this discussion about the website but for now, I'm just gonna say that all of it was...well, pretty horrible. There were a few little nostalgic things - seeing the Rob's Diner Menu again, a few of the old Mayor ads, and a couple other things was nice. Other than that though it was just saddening and disturbing.
Time to actually talk about stuff though. I'll start with that first WCBS broadcast and just do the other 1950's stuff in this blog post. I don't have much to say really. Just that it's pretty funny to me because I actually remember watching that on TV live in 1952. We'd gotten our television set a few months before to try picking up stations from farther away and I was so excited about a local station popping up. I was 12 years old or so, and I sat wide eyed in front of the TV watching the test broadcast with those images for the first time. I didn't even notice those skinwalker rune things because of the quality. It was nostalgic as hell to see it again even if the context is way more horrifying than before. The Unifier and whatever else it was talking about is interesting but oh boy, it was a blast from the past to see that. Second, that image of the 1959 Harvest Festival. All I'll say is that it's goddamn hilarious to see everyone in those goofy traditional harvest festival clothes. They stopped requiring 'em around the 1960's but before then everyone had these 'ceremonial clothes' that were pretty outdated. It used to be tied to the church and whatnot a lot more, so it was the same sort of concept as Sunday dress. Doesn't matter though, just an entertaining detail there. Onto the important things now: The 1955 Hijacking by that William Thames fellow. I said before that I heard a lot about that one when it happened but that I never actually saw it. I only saw the one with Louise. It always was a mystery in the back of my mind and now 65 years later I finally get to see it. I guess it's nice to get resolution on that. It was pretty similar to Louise's hijacking in my opinion but it's got some differences in the way William talks. I can see why people got scared outta their goddamn minds from it. And also speaking of Louise, her hijacking isn't there on the media archive. I'm talking about the one from the 1955 Harvest Festival that I sent Daniel. It's just completely gone. No mention of it or anything. So...it seems like somehow I got the only copy and now Daniel has it. Still a mystery to me why it showed up on my doorstep. It's one question that I might never be able to answer. But there's a positive to it I think. It means that we have something that they don't. We know something they don't. There's some food for thought for you folks. There's other stuff about Louise besides just that. There was a photo of her escaping the home. The first archive said that she broke into that place, learned a bunch, and then escaped to start a rebellion. That entry on the private archive matches up with when she started acting all weird and different around me and everyone else. I still don't know how she did it. I mean, she was a pretty good hunter since she lived on a farm and everything, but it's just sorta surprising that she got into such a high security place. Come to think of it, I might have a picture or two of her from around then from hunting trips. I'll go dig around for 'em later. Anyway, the only other thing with her was that last photo. That last goddamn photo. "The Final Moments of Louise Peterson". Jesus Christ. It makes me sick to look at. 65 years since she went missing but it hurts to look at just as it would have back then. It's just...horrible. Disgusting. Disturbing. I hate it. I hate it so much that I can't even find the right words. She didn't deserve that fate. I knew the outcome for the past ~60 years, I knew what happened but...actually seeing her like that is something else. It's hard to deal with, folks. I wasn't expecting to have to see or think about it any more than I already had from that recording and from the whole ordeal with it in January but...there it is taunting me. Those shapeshifting bastards deserve everything they get from that man Topas and the other rebels. I'll talk about all of that soon though, not right now. I've already been writing for a while and I'm just real riled up at the moment. I'm gonna go take a break. Maybe go on a hike to clear my head. I hope this was insightful to y'all. - Trevor Hey y'all! I heard about that Media Archive, I'm gonna look through it soon and write some stuff. First though, I wanna finish up what I started last blog with Donald Elmor and the Theater that I mentioned.
As you would expect in a small town like Walker Creek, the movie theater was basically the most popular place in the whole county. It was very old fashioned, kinda dirty, and it only had three auditoriums, but it was still pretty great in the eyes of everyone. It didn't always have the most up to date movies - movies from anywhere between 2 and 20 years earlier played all the time. Every once in a while, plays from the school or from various other organizations were put on there. As I mentioned last blog, the theater was run by Donald Elmor. I had never really met him before the encounter in the Inn from the last blog but after that, he got the idea that he was my friend in a way. Anytime I'd walk by the theater when he was welcoming people at the door, I'd get my ear talked off, I'd be bombarded with requests to come to the theater and so many other things. It was nice of him and I feel bad about this but - I completely avoided the theater after that. What you have to understand is that I was never a very social person. I was fine in the shop but outside of that, I never really cared for socializing. I had friends, I had a wife, I had people I liked well enough to talk to, and that was all I needed. I didn't want my ear talked off by anyone and none of them did that to me. It also didn't help that I don't even care for the theater. Films are nice enough but VHS's and DVD's in my house are good enough for me, I don't need to be packed in an auditorium with a bunch of other people to watch something. So basically those 2 things combined meant that Mr. Elmor was not a good combination for me. So I avoided it. From 1974 until I left in 1989, I almost never went by there or went in. I walked on the other side of Main Street, kept my head down, etc. Every once in a while there'd be a play or a brand new film that was worth it like the original Star Wars trilogy but that was it. I feel bad looking back - he was just lonely but I didn't want to deal with someone like that. At the end of the day though, it was a shitty thing to do and I probably shouldn't have but oh well. What's done is done. Anyway, there's a memory for you. That's all I have for today's blog. Hope y'all enjoyed it! If you have anything specific you want to see me talk about, let me know. - Trevor Hey y'all! It's been a while, I hope everyone's doing okay. Today, I wanted to talk about the Walker Creek Inn. Not for any particular reason but just because someone suggested that I should talk about more different locations and this one story with the Inn popped into my head. Anyway, here goes.
This story takes place around 1974 if I recall correctly. There was a gas leak near my house and we had to leave for the day. Thanks a lot, Lambert. Don't get me started on him...Anyway, Julia and I had to stay at the Walker Creek Inn for a day. Before that, I wasn't really familiar with the place. It seemed nice, and I had met Tammy before at the shop, but I don't think I had ever even set foot in there. Always surprised the hell out of me that we had enough folks visiting Walker Creek to keep the place in business. It's a nice building, it's a light blue or maybe white wooden exterior. When I was there, it was mainly bright red and green wallpaper and carpets but who knows what it's like now. Anyway, Julia and I registered a room with a balcony and a TV and everything around 6:00. We got all settled in, showered, sat down to relax, and then we heard this...thudding. I turned to her, told her I'd check it out, and off I went to knock on the door of the room next door. Before we continue, I should say this: I know what you're probably thinking: skinwalkers, torturing, death, horror. But don't get your hopes up - this isn't that kind of story, y'all. Back to the Inn - I was standing there in a bathrobe since the gas issue had kept me from showering all day. So I definitely did not want to be there any longer than I had to, but...we don't always get what we want though, I'll say that much. This short, scruffy man, who I later learned was named Mr. Elmor, apparently lived in the Inn due to some...marital issues. It looked like he'd been exercising since he had a jump rope in his hands. That's not where this story ends though - Mr. Elmor decided that I was a good candidate to talk to for a whole hour. Living in a Bed and Breakfast probably gets lonely so I don't blame him but even then, it was one of the most excruciating experiences of my life. I learned more than anyone probably should about him in that hour. After I came back to the room, Julia told me she'd been listening in and then she laughed at my misfortune for at least twenty minutes before we went back to our normal activities. God, I miss that laugh. I miss her. Anyway, why am I telling this story? I don't really know to be honest - it's just a notable that's memory from Walker Creek. I used to do that kinda of thing a lot more, and they're nice. I'm living up to the blog name again. This story also helps to set up what my next blog entry will be - the Walker Creek Theater. I'm keeping on a theme with locations for now. My encounter with Mr. Elmor and his inclination to talk to me led me to avoid the Theater at all costs but I have a few good stories to tell from there. That's all for today though, hope y'all are entertained! As always, let me know if you have requests. - Trevor |
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