Case File: "Forest Investigation – Unnamed Client"
Date: July 2, 2025
Location: Inside the Weirdest House in America
Investigator: Itsumi Matzuri
It's been a few minutes since I stepped into this house, and I still can't decide if I've walked into a horror movie set or some eccentric billionaire's idea of a joke. The place is almost too clean, too well-kept for a cabin in the middle of nowhere. No dust, no cobwebs, not even a squeaky floorboard. If I didn't know better, I'd say someone was expecting me. Or maybe they just have a really dedicated cleaning service. If that's the case, I want their number.
What really gets me, though, is the rooms. Every single one is a carbon copy of the last. Bed, desk, bookshelf, nightstand, window. Over and over, like someone got lazy with the interior design. I half-expected to find a glitch in the wall, like in those old video games where the textures don't load right. But no, it's all real. Real and unsettling.
But here's the kicker: the Bibles. Each room has one, sitting open on the desk. At first, I thought maybe someone was just really religious, or maybe trying to ward off whatever evil lurks in these woods. But then I noticed something odd. The Bibles aren't open to the same page. One's on Revelation, another on Genesis, another on Matthew—random pages, as far as I can tell. But in each one, a single word is underlined. Not highlighted, not circled—just a neat, straight line under one word.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I started jotting down the underlined words. So far, the message reads: "The truth is revealed to the inept and death to the…" And that's where I'm stuck. I haven't found the last word yet. Maybe it's in another room, or maybe someone's just messing with me. Wouldn't be the first time.
I'll admit, the longer I stay here, the heavier the air feels. When I first walked in, it was just weird. Now it's… oppressive. Like the walls are closing in, or maybe the house itself is watching me. Yeah, I know how that sounds. I'm not usually the paranoid type, but this place is doing a number on my nerves. I've switched my camera back to night vision, just in case. The candles in the rooms are lit, but they barely do anything. Just enough light to cast creepy shadows on the walls and make me wonder if I'm seeing things out of the corner of my eye.
I keep telling myself this is just another job. Walk in, take some notes, snap a few pictures, collect my fifty grand, and get the hell out. But nothing about this feels normal. Not the house, not the fog outside, not the message in the Bibles. I don't like it. Not one bit.
If anyone ever reads this, do yourself a favor: don't take jobs from anonymous clients who pay too well. And if you ever find yourself in a house where every room looks the same and the Bibles are leaving you cryptic messages, just turn around and leave. Trust me, it's not worth it.