Hemlock, MI

We have reached the end of days. It was spoken to us by all of the great Biblical prophets and even by the Lord Jesus Christ hisself. They say that no one will know the hour or the place when he comes back, but he will. As surely as I write these words on what's left of my kitchen wall, I assure you that today is the day.

2 Peter 3:10 says "But the day of the Lord will come as unexpectedly as a thief. Then the heavens will pass away with a terrible noise, and the very elements themselves will disappear in fire, and the earth and everything on it will be found to deserve judgment." The fire has already come to this Earth, and those of us who remain alive remain here for the Lord to judge to our faces. Those who are saved and pure in His eyes will rise to Heaven with Him. Away from all of this Earthly nonsense that drags us down, and away from all of the sinners trying to drag us down.

While the Lord may have destroyed all of those sinners in hedonistic cities like Detroit and Chicago, he left the good folk of Hemlock, Michigan here safe and sound. I don't need to tell you it's because we're a God-fearing people in this city. We watched the heavenly fog descend down on the city of Saginaw, destroying all the infidels in that city a couple of weeks back. We all knew for sure it'd be our turn to rise to Heaven with the Lord soon. Just as Revelation said, the sixth seal would bring the heavens raining down on all the cities of the Earth, and the Good Lord did not disappoint.

We, the remaining Christians of Hemlock, Michigan await the coming of our Lord and Savior. His coming is soon, and we shall all be ready.

Date Retrieved: 12-9-2023
Date Written: June-August 2017 (estimated)

Location: These messages were found carved into a wall inside a collapsed Methodist Church in the rural city of Hemlock, Michigan. Rubble from other walls within the building also contained carvings, though this piece was by far the longest one in tact.

Other Notes: The carvings were made in the church sanctuary's wooden paneling and appear to be made with a fairly blunt object such as a stick or bone rather than a knife. Upon initial inspection of the building, 14 skeletons were found in various states of decay. Excavations completed in September and October of 2023 have revealed additional information indicating that upwards of 90 people were inside the church for an extended period of time. While exact numbers cannot be confirmed, it is presumed that at least one-half of the individuals inside the church were consumed in acts of cannibalism. Hemlock was a landing point for a secondary extraterrestrial attack in early 2019, an event which likely wiped out the remaining survivors.

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NOTE TO READERS AND SITE AUTHORS:  I apologize for the inconsistant posting the last two weeks.  Following a large blizzard, I had to have my DSL line completely replaced.  It was fixed once, for about a day, but crashed again and they just finished the work this a.m. Again I apologize to author Tim B. for the delay in posting this piece and I apologize to readers who may have been waiting to hear more about the apocalypse :)

Personal Journal of Johann Von Verruckt - Entry 7

The Personal Journal of Johann Von Verruckt

This incomplete set of documents was found in a buried time capsule at the former site of the Berlin wall on June 13th, 2022. Translation from German to English done by the council for foreign affairs of A.I.R.

May 31^st, 2019

1:51 a.m.

Entry 7: Day 5 after acquisition of Sam19

Scout ships are becoming more and more frequent according to the resistance fighters Intel. They seem to circle this underground bunker like vultures waiting to pick the bones of a fallen animal. It does not make any sense. It seems the brethren (if they could be called as such) of Sam19 know exactly where we are keeping their comrade, yet do not mount a rescue...Why? This journal will now be my main source of conversational conjectures as my assistant, Sven Holdenstaadt, has met an untimely, albeit provoked, end. As a result, the resistance has dispatched two soldiers as a security detail and will allow no one but me to interact with Sam19. Needless to say, the intellectual conversation has digressed to the sound of bullets being loaded into clips and the impulsively incessant noise of a bore brush being dragged through the barrels of rifles...And they call me crazy.

It should be noted that Sven Holdenstaadt, while not the greatest scientific mind left on the earth, was a meticulous assistant and met his demise under circumstances that can only be described as careless. Such a contradiction of character; although stress can unwind a man and claw at his last raw nerve. Sven, for whatever ungodly reason, taunted Sam19 with a picture of a strawberry milkshake. Perhaps in his mind he believed that he could draw more information out of the celestial being by presenting it with a false promise. The attack happened so quickly that it seemed not even sound could catch up with the momentum of Sam19's milkshake lust rage. There was a blur and Sam19 was nearly seated again before we heard the Velcro rip of cartilage and twig snap of Sven's legs being wrench from his body. I have many theories on the way in which Sam19 could have moved that fast not barring the warping of temporal space. Sven bled to death in minutes. May he rest in peace...or pieces as the case reflects. There are some interesting observations that can be drawn from this tragedy: 1) that these celestial beings may succumb to stress and anxiety, 2) the physical appearance of these celestial beings is in no way indicative to their potential physical strength, and 3) these celestial beings may have been on earth long before they began to their assault. The third observation was a connection to Sam19's love of strawberry milkshakes that I am embarrassed to admit I had not made at an earlier juncture. It all spawns from the question of how did Sam19 develop the taste for such a treat? The answer is Occam's Razor. They have tasted our food, drank our drink, lived our culture, and hidden in plain sight. Are these magnificent beings truly the trumpet blowers of our apocalypse?  They have wrought war, pestilence, famine, and death; of this there can be no dispute.

Another occurrence has brought about many more questions as to the true capabilities of Sam19's species. I have developed a daily routine of conversing with our guest—to call Sam19 anything but a guest would be a vainglorious fallacy—about various subjects. Today I presented our guest with a mirror and, by God, for the first time in five days, I saw fear in its eyes. When I asked about the fear of mirrors, Sam19 was unresponsive and sent very nasty, albeit non-threatening, vibrations my way and requested that the mirror never be brought out again. A strange thing indeed to fear one's own reflection.

General Adkinson—a General only because there is no one left to assume the role and no one who will challenge this madman's authority—is getting more and more persistent with his pursuit of knowledge from Sam19 while becoming less and less patient with his methods. I allow the General to observe every couple of days and read over some abridged notes that I keep separate from this journal. After the incident with Sven, I believe that General Adkinson may be finally realizing that violent interrogation of Sam19 is not an option...although, admittedly, I have kept Sam19's reaction to mirrors under lock and key because if General Adkinson possessed that kind of critical knowledge, there is no telling what might transpire as a result. It is my intention to prevent any further incidents such as the one with Sven from happening again.

 J.V.V.

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J. Hull Journals. 3/9/17 - 3/13-17

Date Retrieved: 7-23-2022

Date Written: First Entry: 3-9-2017.  Last Entry: 7-14-2022

Location:  Dublin, Ireland and Various Locales in the United Kingdom

Other Notes:  Janie Hull (27 year female) kept various journals from 3-9-2017 to 7-14-2022.  Hull donated journals to AIR on 7-23-2022 in an effort to document what she and her family had experienced in the years from 2017 to 2022.

March 9, 2017. 4pm

It’s been three days since the world went crazy.  I don’t even know what to say about it.  Josh and I are hiding in our hotel room and I decided to write down some of what is happening because there is no TV and the hotel staff has told us that we cannot leave our rooms.  Josh finally fell asleep and if I just sit here I know that I will go crazy.

We got to Dublin a week ago, two days after the wedding.  Some fucking honeymoon.  I want to be back in Toronto and have all of this not happening.

I wish I knew if my mom and dad are ok.  The phone lines (landlines and cells) haven’t worked since all this started, and the internet is just about useless.  I keep thinking that it can’t go on much longer, that by the time I wake up things will be back to normal and people won’t be whispering about war or aliens or whatever crazy idea they think is happening. I know it sounds stupid, but I keep thinking of my cat, Bowser, alone in our apartment.  Would the neighbor even remember that he was supposed to feed him if all this craziness is happening there too?

These French guys across the hall? They said this is happening in every large city in the world.  I am sure Toronto would count as a large city. But it can’t be happening there too.  They can’t be everywhere can they?

Oh god, it is happening again. I am going to wake Josh up in case we have to run.

March 10, 2017. 2pm

We are still in the hotel room.  The hotel staff opened up the kitchen last night and let us take whatever we wanted, lucky for us this place had three restaurants so there was quite a bit to go around. It also helps that almost every guest took off not too long after the first few explosions. After letting us into the kitchens, the staff said that they were leaving…going home to their families and that we could do what we wanted. 

Josh and I decided to stay here at least a day or two more; after that we will try and find a way to the embassy. 

March 12, 2017. 6am

We went outside yesterday.

I kept telling Josh we shouldn’t, but he wanted to see what was left in the little store outside the hotel.  It catered mainly to the hotel guests; aspirin, cigarettes, snacks…that kind of stuff.  Josh wanted to grab any medicine and bottled water that might be there before we tried to leave. 

The only way I agreed to let him go is if I went with.   He argued at first, but I flat out told him that I would rather be dead than left in this creepy, quiet hotel room by myself. 

The streets were mostly silent, I could hear car alarms or something off in the distance but there weren’t cars driving or people walking around. Everything smelled like smoke and pennies. There were lots and lots of bodies.  Josh tried to make me go back in, told me to look up at the sky instead of around me, but I couldn’t stop looking. 

One lady was sitting with her back to us on the park bench outside the hotel  At first I thought she was alive…she had a baseball hat on her head, camera strap around her neck, her purse still slung over her shoulder.  She was just sitting on that bench, still wearing her accessories, just like she was about to hop up and grab some touristy pictures to pass around the office when she got home. 

When we came around to the front though, she didn’t have any legs.  Her blue coat was all purple and brown at the bottom and ribbons of what looked like hamburger and blood and something pink and shiny in these weird ropey clumps and there were flies crawling there.  Something had ripped her face in half one eye was just dangling down on her cheek and I started screaming and screaming and Josh grabbed me and her eye was just DANGLING there and-

March 13, lunchtime

I kind of lost it there.  I’m not sure why I am keeping this stupid notebook.  Yesterday Josh tried to throw it away, but I took it out of the trash can because writing in it makes me feel at least a little more normal.  I don’t know why, I never liked to write before.

After we went outside, Josh dragged me into that little store and filled up bags full of food and water and took about 20 bottles of aspirin.  He took a few cartons of cigarettes and even though I spent the last year convincing him to quit, I didn’t say anything.  I think cancer is pretty low on the threat list for right now.   He tried the phones and the computer in the back office (I think that was the real reason he wanted to go there), but  the power was out.

The hotel still has power, they must have a generator.  We moved our stuff up to a suite with a kitchenette on the top floor and Josh heated up some soup he found in the restaurant freezer downstairs.  I tried to eat, but I just keep thinking of that woman. 

We are going to stay here for a while.  We still don’t know where the embassy is and there is power, food and running water here we don’t want to go quite yet.  I think if I wasn’t pregnant, Josh probably would want to make a run for it but I can’t go very fast so we are waiting to see what happens before we head out.