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THE BRICK SHED
====During the early nineties, a widespread conspiracy is now known as "The Event" took place in the Charleston Naval Base. For years The Event had been in the works throughout the United States Navy, or USN, but the ideas were not put into action until the late eighties. Few knew The Event even existed, but as it began to be implemented some of the naval personnel living on the base became suspicious. One key person in the exploitation of The Event was Lee Patrick Thompson. Thompson became aware of the events through ways unknown, but when the remains of his journal were discovered in 1998 inside of the infirmary it was made clear that he knew much more than the average person about matters concerning The Event. Thompson attempted to expose The Event to the people living on the base, but was utterly unsuccessful. Word that Thompson was spreading secrets about The Event traveled and it did not take long for the planners of The Event to realize he knew too much. Thompson caught a virus known as Frei Fever which was supposedly spreading throughout the USN base. He was then taken into the infirmary for observation and to keep from infecting those around him.The most obvious sign of Frei fever was the yellowing of the eyes. Thompson, however, was not infected with Frei Fever. In his journal he writes "My health is the least of my worries. I am more afraid of the people. The people who are all around me, the sick and the dying, but mostly the nurses. I know that they care on an emotional level, but beyond that I can tell no more. They are like mothers who betray their children, they are like pets but I am not their owner." Through Thompson's found journal, witness accounts, and speculation it has been found that Lee Patrick was taken into custody to keep him from spreading news about The Event. He was given an injection every morning with his breakfast to yellow his eyes so that no one would question his sickness. Thompson was kept in a secluded wing of the infirmary with patients who were expected to live no longer than a week. Thompson writes in his journal about the patients he was kept with, about their agonizing screams and their empty facesjournal suddenly ends, leaving us with only the remnants of ripped out pages. After the last entry we have no further information but that Thompson died at the age of 23 due to an overdose. ==== ====[[#x---Where Thompson journals ends, another story begins. A man living in the annex named Samson Hell was, for reasons unknown, determined to murder Lee Patrick Thomson. His story allows us to fill in many of the holes found in Thompson’s journal. Hell grew up on the USN base, however not much is known about his childhood except that he was fascinated by the brick shed all through his childhood. This information was found in a journal belonging to Hell. It seems insignificant, but it is all we can tell about his younger years. In the journal he writes briefly about the brick shed, which is located near the Admiral's house. Hell describes the shed as "A profound place of mystery calling to all who would listen, and the shed pleaded, begged me to come nearer. It wanted me to open its sealed door and find the secrets inside. To become its friend, its companion." Hell was on a high dosage of medicine for his schizophrenia at this time, but was still extremely unstable in the mind. It is believed that as a child he was severely mentally unsound as evidenced by the above quote from Samson Hell. He also writes about the voices that egged him on and that told him to kill Thompson. He talks of the never ending struggle he had attempting to find the best way to kill him, without being caught. Samson Hell was a mastermind; he wrote plot after plot, each equally amazing deciding on a way to kill Thomson. When Hell was no longer in his room in the annex, it was assumed he had escaped. The officials spread the news and told everyone to be on the lookout. The curious thing was that the padlock on Hell’s door was still intact, un-tampered with. This means someone allowed him to escape, someone from the outside who knew the pass code. Every worker in the annex was thoroughly questioned about the event, but no one knew of anything pertaining to Hell’s escape. However, one doctor did make an off handed comment. When asked about Samson Hell’s escape the doctor said he knew nothing and that it was impossible to exit from the inside without help from the outside. When the interview was finished, and the reporters were packing up, the doctor added “If anyone could do something that impossible, it would be Hell. He’s smart. It’s a shame he’s gone so crazed in the last few years. He had a bright future.” When reporters heard this they asked the doctor what he meant by saying “If anyone could do something that impossible, it would be Hell.” However, the doctor refused to explain any further saying he had to get back to work. After the escape Hell was never found. A story was created to hide the situation and it was said that Hell died of a tragic overdose of his medicine because a new nurse had not been trained how to properly measure.]]Where Thompson journals ends, another story begins. A man living in the annex named Samson Hell was, for reasons unknown, determined to murder Lee Patrick Thomson. His story allows us to fill in many of the holes found in Thompson’s journal. Hell grew up on the USN base, however not much is known about his childhood except that he was fascinated by the brick shed all through his childhood. This information was found in a journal belonging to Hell. It seems insignificant, but it is all we can tell about his younger years. In the journal he writes briefly about the brick shed, which is located near the Admiral's house. Hell describes the shed as "A profound place of mystery calling to all who would listen, and the shed pleaded, begged me to come nearer. It wanted me to open its sealed door and find the secrets inside. To become its friend, its companion." Hell was on a high dosage of medicine for his schizophrenia at this time, but was still extremely unstable in the mind. It is believed that as a child he was severely mentally unsound as evidenced by the above quote from Samson Hell. He also writes about the voices that egged him on and that told him to kill Thompson. He talks of the never ending struggle he had attempting to find the best way to kill him, without being caught. Samson Hell was a mastermind; he wrote plot after plot, each equally amazing deciding on a way to kill Thomson. When Hell was no longer in his room in the annex, it was assumed he had escaped. The officials spread the news and told everyone to be on the lookout. The curious thing was that the padlock on Hell’s door was still intact, un-tampered with. This means someone allowed him to escape, someone from the outside who knew the pass code. Every worker in the annex was thoroughly questioned about the event, but no one knew of anything pertaining to Hell’s escape. However, one doctor did make an off handed comment. When asked about Samson Hell’s escape the doctor said he knew nothing and that it was impossible to exit from the inside without help from the outside. When the interview was finished, and the reporters were packing up, the doctor added “If anyone could do something that impossible, it would be Hell. He’s smart. It’s a shame he’s gone so crazed in the last few years. He had a bright future.” When reporters heard this they asked the doctor what he meant by saying “If anyone could do something that impossible, it would be Hell.” However, the doctor refused to explain any further saying he had to get back to work. After the escape Hell was never found. A story was created to hide the situation and it was said that Hell died of a tragic overdose of his medicine because a new nurse had not been trained how to properly measure. ====

====[[#x---I knew that spreading the rumors about The Event was a bad idea. I knew it would get me in trouble, and I had kind of wanted that. What I didn't realize until it was too late was how much it would affect everyone around me. I've been telling everyone I think I can trust about the things to come, and I've been trying to help them all. I've been trying to save them all. But, all of a sudden they're disappearing. First it was my neighbor, Alan Lavador. I had told him about The Event and tried to help him. After about two weeks of us trying to figure out how to stop the government's plans he suddenly said he never wanted to discuss it again. The next day his family was told they were being relocated to a base in Washington state and within that week they were gone. Alan was one of my closest friends, and I lost him that day. His heart was dead and he was just another puppet for the government. I never expected for my foolish words to get anyone in trouble other than myself. I was willing to take on that responsibility but i was utterly unprepared to have the futures of others in my seventeen year old hands. Alan and his family were not the only ones to mysteriously disappear, but they were the only ones to move so far. My sister's boyfriend was killed because of it. He was 19 at the time and I needed to talk to someone, and I knew if Julie (my sister) could trust him, so could I. When I told him what I had found he was very concerned. He was so concerned he drove himself mad trying to figure out a way to save everyone, and he was eventually moved to the annex where he told a nurse what he knew. The nurse passed this information on and the next evening Julie received the report that he was dead. According to the report he had been given an overdose of medicine or something absurd. We all knew the truth. Whenever an overdose was filled everyone on the base knew it was fake, a cover story. Julie still won't speak to me because of it. She blames me for his death, and truthfully it is my fault. I told him too much, and expected him to be able to handle it all. I should have been more careful. I just... I should have known. The guilt about that is almost as bad as the guilt from everyone else I endangered put together. When he died it really made me realize how much I had impacted. It was also when I knew there was no turning back, there was only the future, more of everything but less of it all.]]I knew that spreading the rumors about The Event was a bad idea. I knew it would get me in trouble, and I had kind of wanted that. What I didn't realize until it was too late was how much it would affect everyone around me. I've been telling everyone I think I can trust about the things to come, and I've been trying to help them all. I've been trying to save them all. But, all of a sudden they're disappearing. First it was my neighbor, Alan Lavador. I had told him about The Event and tried to help him. After about two weeks of us trying to figure out how to stop the government's plans he suddenly said he never wanted to discuss it again. The next day his family was told they were being relocated to a base in Washington state and within that week they were gone. Alan was one of my closest friends, and I lost him that day. His heart was dead and he was just another puppet for the government. I never expected for my foolish words to get anyone in trouble other than myself. I was willing to take on that responsibility but i was utterly unprepared to have the futures of others in my seventeen year old hands. Alan and his family were not the only ones to mysteriously disappear, but they were the only ones to move so far. My sister's boyfriend was killed because of it. He was 19 at the time and I needed to talk to someone, and I knew if Julie (my sister) could trust him, so could I. When I told him what I had found he was very concerned. He was so concerned he drove himself mad trying to figure out a way to save everyone, and he was eventually moved to the annex where he told a nurse what he knew. The nurse passed this information on and the next evening Julie received the report that he was dead. According to the report he had been given an overdose of medicine or something absurd. We all knew the truth. Whenever an overdose was filled everyone on the base knew it was fake, a cover story. Julie still won't speak to me because of it. She blames me for his death, and truthfully it is my fault. I told him too much, and expected him to be able to handle it all. I should have been more careful. I just... I should have known. The guilt about that is almost as bad as the guilt from everyone else I endangered put together. When he died it really made me realize how much I had impacted. It was also when I knew there was no turning back, there was only the future, more of everything but less of it all. ====

====The late nights... The long days, stretching longer and longer as summer approaches. Why do they do this to me? Stick me with the dying and the dead... To hope I die? To manipulate my emotions to always the same hopelessness? To drive me mad? Whatever the reason, it's working. They tell me I have the fever. I don't, I know I don't. My health is the least of my worries. I am more afraid of the injections which I cannot and will not speak of. They come day after day, seeming to never stop.... The blue vial with this long needle attached to the end comes at me every morning with breakfast. The needle is long and thick enough that the nurse could put it in one side and have it come out the other if she wanted. Of course, she doesn't but I think she might one day. The nurses are all so tired. They hardly sleep during the night in this wing. All of the patients scream out in their sleep from pain or nightmares who can no for sure? The worst nights are when one of the dying finally die. While some go quietly it is often accompanied by shrieks and groans so terrible they cannot be ignored. Someday I will leave this hospital, but for now it is like a jail for me. The nurses the wardens, the I.V. constantly in my arm the bars holding me here, and the dying patients my inmates. ====

====This is an excerpt from Hell’s journal, found by the annex. ====

====Wondrous is all I can think to describe it as. The sensation I get when I think of it. When I speak of it with them, and when they respond. It’s like a high that I receive from a thought rather than a drug, and I’m addicted. Shlovive has always warned me of this. Of the signs that led up to it, and the things that happen after. He tells me that nothing good can come from me now. He says my brain has been lost in shadow and formless creatures control my mind. I know it isn’t true, because he has always been there to talk to me. He was one of the first. Shlovive cares for my well being, unlike the others. They are ==== ====selfish. I can hear them now, speaking to me in whatever way they do. Their voices echo in my head. Too loud. They shout so loudly, why does no one else notice? Why can only I hear them? It shatters my skull into thousands of pieces only to painfully reconstruct it with their voices. The very thing that destroys me builds me up again. Irony. The irony of it all. They are chasing me, but it is you they will kill. ==== ====This entry was from one week before his death. He was found dead by the brick shed at eight o'clock in the morning by the maid from the mansion. She was taking a walk in the morning light and wandered past, seeing Hell's body crumpled on the ground, about five feet from the brick shed. The maid called the authorities who took his body to the hospital for an autopsy. It was found that he had been poisoned, but had not died from the poison. He had rather been stabbed multiple times in the abdomen before the poison could fully ==== ====take his life. Lee Patrick Thompson was the one who had died that day, Samson Hell was always inside of him. ====