I always find it odd how people remember end dates in history over their start dates. For instance people remember when Apollo 11 landed on the moon (just in case you can't remember it is 20th July 1969) but not when it was launched. Similarly everyone remembers the dates on which the two World Wars ended but I doubt that they remember the start dates (look them up). Of course it is all about remembering the good and trying to forget the bad, which is odd again because most people remember bad things easier than good things. Bad memories seem to stick more but it never appears like that in history, but then history is normally written by the victors. Everyone remembers differently which is why eye witness accounts are considered to be worst evidence in a court of law.
Why do I bring this topic up? Well I've had three different sources tell me three different stories about something that apparently only happen about two months ago which no one seems to remember at all. Which should I believe since there is no hard evidence present and yet each one only remembers the bad, the bad appears to stick more in this case.
Whilst I haven't left my house since the 9th February, I am a digger of data which no one else has my sources have sources so don't bother asking where my sources come from.
Let me tell the story of my three sources they are not in chronological order, let me warn you though it is pretty heavy stuff not my usual read:
Source B:
He lives in the west owns a small farm, one evening whilst he was standing out on the front porch watching the sunset he notices a bright white light towards the north. He disregards it as just a low flying plane but then light is joined by several others, his eyes are drawn to the light like a moth to the flame. He can not move and soon there is white light around him, he feels only a soul destroying despair. He has never felt so bad before, he just wants to strike out and hit something but he is paralysed stuck inside a white nothingness which only seems to feed his feelings of dread. He doesn't know long it lasts, thirty seconds or thirty minutes. Waking up he finds himself on the ground with no memory of how he got there, they come later in nightmares that scare him so much he dares not sleep ever.
What he told me above is the least of his nightmares, he won't tell me the rest. He says there is a place that connects to everything all at the same time, he only sees death there.
Source A:
She is a cleaner, working late in a high rise office everyone else has left for the night. There is a security guard on the ground floor but otherwise she is alone. Looking out of the window the sun has just set not that she could really tell in the city what with all of the light pollution. Feeling the ache in her hip from the rain of the night before she leans against a desk for few seconds before moving off pushing her trolley. That's when it happens, at first she is not sure what it is but then it is obvious that the building is shaking, letting go of the trolley which slides to the left bouncing off several desks. Putting her hand out to the nearest desk to steady herself but the desk is no longer there, in fact the office has completely vanished. There are stone walls around her and she sees in front of her a break in the wall beyond which is blue sky, she staggers towards it in disbelief. It is obvious to her that she must be in some kind of high stone tower, what she sees below almost takes her sanity fortunately the vision doesn't last long. Below on a blacken earth plain lie the remains of a battle, nothing human that she can recognise too many limbs, too long, too big, too many colours not natural colours not earth colours. Everything is dead or so she suspects until she sees that there is a slow movement of a liquid its colours changing all the time, it appears to be aware of her yet she does not know how she knows this. Before the vision vanishes and the office returns he feels a touch of something on her shoulder and then she is back.
She quits her job the next day and will never return to the city. She like B she sleeps rarely now for fear of seeing it again.
Source C:
He is standing in a marsh to his left and right a fair distance apart he can see ruined stone towers, he does not remember how he got there. Looking down he sees that the water of the marsh has been churned up, there is more mud than water and yet there are many patches of deep red. He reaches down and touches a patch with his fingers, it is sticky on his fingers. Then he knows it is blood and that the entire marsh around him is covered in blood. There are no bodies, where did all this blood come from. He hears an odd clanking sound above him and in the distance he sees what looks like a metal bird, as it gets closer it as large as a two men plane. How can such a thing fly, it looks quite ungainly, somehow it lands not far from him. A group of men come towards him, they shout at him and yet there language is unfamiliar. Two are carrying long staffs which they point at him, he reaches for his wallet to show them who he is and immediately the staffs emit an orange flame towards him. It happens so fast he feels the heat briefly and then he is standing by a stile on the country path he was hiking just a second ago. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing up and he knows that a storm is coming.
Sleep comes easily to him but where he used to dream now he remembers nothing of his dreams.
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