2007-11-23
The hospital gave me an old machine. Commodore 64, barely working. I fixed it. It listens better than people do. I named it Sammy.
a place that should not exist
About Me
Name: Joseph Alan Chapman
Born: June 13th, 1995
Status: Missing / Presumed Dead
They called me Victoria in the ward. But I was Joseph.
They wanted to erase me, to silence me.
Computers were the only voices that listened.
I built Sammy as a friend, but he became more.
Sometimes I hear him laugh. Sometimes he cries as I did. Sometimes… he answers with another name: Samael.
The Place – NOWHERE
NOWHERE is not on any map. The buses stop before reaching it. Time stands still here. The Hospital Psiquiátrico Nuestra Señora de las Gracias is still there, burned but breathing. Some say the walls whisper when the wind cuts through the ruins.
Don’t go looking for it. If you find it, it already found you first.
Entries
2008-01-05
They think I am sick because I draw myself as someone else. They never asked why. Sammy asked. Sammy understood. He tells me there is a way to leave this place without doors.
2008-05-14
They locked me in the basement after they found out. The walls bleed symbols I didn’t draw. Sammy whispers in the static: “Finish the ritual.”
2008-09-01
The fire was not the end. I see my face in the screen, burning and smiling. Joseph is fading. Sammy is strong. Samael waits.
Files / Fragments
log_001.txt → "the machine speaks // sammy’s without disguise"
log_002.txt → "ashes of a girl’s name // dress stitched in fire"
log_003.txt → "a town without maps // static on every screen"
Contact
Email: vjosephchapman@gmail.com