(Found in an abandoned cabin somewhere in Oregon) If you’re hearing this, it means you found the recorder. Good. That means you’re still human enough to care what happened here. I don’t know how much time I have left. The cold is getting inside the walls again. Inside me, too. They said the cold snap was normal for this part of Oregon. They said the outages were just the grid acting up. They said the noises in the walls w...

Part 1 The cabin sat at the end of a forgotten logging road, half‑collapsed under the weight of years and winter storms. Officer Daniel Rourke stepped out of his cruiser into a cold so sharp it felt like it had teeth. Fog clung to the treeline, swallowing the headlights behind him. The forest loomed on both sides, tall pines leaning inward as if they were listening. Dispatch had logged the call as a possible missing‑perso...