# "I got an invitation with my DNA test results" Creepypasta

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 13 Feb 2024, 40 min.

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## Transcript

[0:01] For my thirty first birthday, my friends got me a heritage DNA test,
[0:07] one of those where you send a sample again an approximate percentage of what makes
[0:11] up your background. I don't think there was anything in particular that made them
[0:16] gifted to me, though, I think they ordered one for themselves and got
[0:20] a two for one kind of deal. Still, I figured it'd be fun
[0:24] to check out. My biological grandpa died when my dad was very young,
[0:30] and my grandmother remarried long before I was born, so I was never told
[0:35] a lot about that side of the family. I'd always been a bit of
[0:40] a sickly kid, so I've been wary about looking too closely at my family
[0:46] and health history. But I figured this couldn't hurt, so I filled out
[0:52] the form, provided this sample, and sent it on its way. Then
[0:59] I just sort of forgot about it. When I finally got the results,
[1:03] it came with a few surprising revelations. While the majority of my heritage was
[1:10] entirely predictable, there was an eleven percent splash of something called Northern Scandinavian Blue
[1:17] Hill tribe. I asked my parents about it. While my mother had no
[1:23] idea what the blue Hill tribe was. She was pretty sure it wasn't from
[1:26] her side of the family. My dad was equally confused. Sure, he
[1:34] didn't know much about his biological father, but he knew for a fact that
[1:38] the man was from Oklahoma. His mom, on the other hand, was
[1:42] Minnesotan. Dad got curious and ordered his own test within the hour. As
[1:49] I ended the call and boxed the packaging up, something fell out, a
[1:55] sturdy envelope of thin navy blue cardboard and sealed with a sunflower emblem. It
[2:01] had a mild chemical smell to it, like a sweet ammonia. At first,
[2:07] I thought it was going to be some kind of special offer, much
[2:10] like what got me that test in the first place. But after turning it
[2:15] over, I could see it was addressed directily to me in handwritten cursive.
[2:22] It read congratulations on your recent result. As part of our effort to explore
[2:29] the diverse world of unified heritage, and in cooperation with our various multinational partners,
[2:36] we would like to extend an invitation to descendants of Northern Scandinavian Blue Hill
[2:42] tribe for an eventful day of education, connectivity, and celebration. Please consider
[2:49] this invitation and review the enclosed details at personal link. Using your log in
[2:54] credentials, we hoped to see you there. I didn't know exactly what to
[3:02] make of it, but I decided to check it out, and holy hell,
[3:08] it reeked of scam. Here's what it offered, A fully paid three
[3:15] days stay at a hotel in Manchester, New Hampshire, free entry to the
[3:21] company sponsored heritage celebration event, alongside other members of both the Blue Hill tribe,
[3:28] but also other unique and diverse backgrounds. There were several groups listed,
[3:34] mostly hailing from the Scandies, the Carpathians, and the Ural Mountains. I
[3:39] would have to pay for the trip to get there, though, and they
[3:43] were clear about food, drink, and room service not being included, But
[3:49] all in all, it sounded too good to be true. After several hours
[3:54] of trying to find my way through the customer service websites, I finally got
[4:00] hold of an actual service rep over the phone. At first, they seem
[4:04] to have no idea what I was talking about, but when I referenced the
[4:09] personal case number at the bottom of the envelope, they referred me to a
[4:14] special events manager. This manager, in turn confirmed everything I know I know.
[4:21] They laughed. I know how it sounds, but this is actually a
[4:26] sort of golden ticket thing. It's a biennal event and part of a charity
[4:30] effort, so there's a tax incentive for us as well. If you can
[4:34] make it. I'd recommend checking it out. They got some event photos on
[4:40] our website for reference. I did as she suggested, and I gotta say
[4:46] I was convinced. I accepted. My flight. Arrived on the morning of
[4:55] the first event day, about three hours ahead of opening. I I had
[5:00] an uneventful early check in, spotting the locked doors through the lobby. There
[5:05] were a few posters marking the Heritage Celebration event, and there were already a
[5:12] couple of people roaming the halls outside, but I decided to catch my breath
[5:16] a bit before the doors opened. I got to my room and clocked out
[5:21] for a couple of hours. I double checked the event schedule on my phone,
[5:27] making mental notes of the various talks, guided tours, luncheons, dinners,
[5:31] and get togethers. It was a full two day event. I was
[5:36] surprised at just how much there was to do, considering the event was intended
[5:43] for no more than a couple hundred people at most. Still, I couldn't
[5:47] complain, But just as I drifted off for a nap, I got a
[5:53] notification on my phone, a text from my dad. Apparently he'd recently gotten
[6:00] his results back. Strangely enough, he didn't have any percentage of the Northern
[6:09] Scandinavian blue Hill tribe in his genetic make up. Maybe my mom was in
[6:14] a southern as she thought. Once the doors opened, there are about a
[6:19] hundred people walking about. Some looked like average Joe Nobody's. Others were clearly
[6:26] some kind of corporate representative. I could tell at least six different accents just
[6:31] by walking around, and a couple of foreign languages. There are a few
[6:36] booths to check out, mostly advertising various new services and products by the company
[6:43] behind the DNA test, but also one I was just information about various forgotten
[6:48] or unusual tribes. Going through the pamphlets, I couldn't find one about the
[6:55] blue Hill tribe. So I decided to ask the service wrap behind the counter
[7:00] a blue Hill, He said, raising an eyebrow, I'm not sure.
[7:05] I Another rap whispered something in his ear, and he nodded right. He
[7:13] corrected, we don't have any reading material on that subject, but ah I
[7:17] think there's an infocession should be part of the Tribes of the North meetup.
[7:23] I double checked the schedule again and made my way to a couple of events.
[7:28] The Tribes of the North meetup was an after dinner event, part of
[7:31] the late night off our socializing thing they tried to get going. I spent
[7:38] the afternoon listening in on various other topics, trying to pass the time.
[7:43] There was a speaker on the topic of nomadic North American tribes, as well
[7:47] as a workshop about forgotten languages. It was all interesting in its own way,
[7:54] but I found myself drifting away just after lunchtime. I had to take
[7:59] a rest around them three pm because of an upset stomach, a relic from
[8:03] my sickly past. Later, I took a walk around town and had a
[8:09] decent meal at a local restaurant before I headed back to the hotel. I
[8:15] was a few minutes late to the meet up. There were about two dozen
[8:18] people there in total. We didn't really have any common features. We had
[8:24] different skin, hair, eyes, and were all from different parts of the
[8:28] US. A couple of them were Canadian and there was this one guy from
[8:33] the Philippines. It was pretty clear who the event organizer was, though,
[8:39] a chipy young woman in a black pantsuit with a company logo pin and a
[8:43] digital clipboard. She went around the room confirming that everyone was a member of
[8:50] the Blue Hill. I overheard an older woman mentioning she was categorized as over
[8:54] thirty percent, while a young man mentioned he only had five percent. The
[9:01] young woman cleared a throat and excused herself, calmly, demanding the attention of
[9:05] the room. Thank you all so much for coming, she smiled. I'm
[9:11] sure you have a hundred questions, and we thought this might be a good
[9:16] time to get to know one another a little better. Please follow me.
[9:22] We were led through a corridor to a smaller open room, a sort of
[9:26] meeting space. In the back. They turned down the lights a bit and
[9:31] set out a couple of platters of cheeses, crackers, and some alcohol free
[9:35] sparkling wine. There were a couple of people there already. I was about
[9:41] to spark up a conversation with a fifty year old man who looked as confused
[9:45] as me, when the chippy young woman took hold of the room again.
[9:50] She directed our attention to a man that I can't for the life of me.
[9:54] Remember the name of Western or Wesley, I think in turn, welcomed
[10:01] us and encouraged us to indulge in the various snacks scattered throughout the room.
[10:07] Then he introduced us to the topic of the evening, the Blue Hill Tribe.
[10:13] If there is one thing I'm certain of, he started, is that
[10:18] every single person in this room has had a serious medical condition at some point
[10:22] in their life, something unusual. Does anyone might sharing an example. I
[10:30] didn't speak up about the severe ulcers I had as a kid and the partial
[10:33] transplant I had to get. But there were others who openly shared various issues,
[10:39] heart valve issues, cornia transplants, nerve damage. Everyone seemed to have
[10:46] something. The man just nodded, as if expecting this. This is sadly
[10:52] a common attribute of people with lineage dating back to the Blue Hill tribes.
[10:58] So let's take a closer look at the history and customs of these unique people.
[11:03] And while we do, please feel free to mark yourself in the attendant
[11:07] sheet. He continued to speak of a group of people native to the northern
[11:13] Scandinavian mountain ranges. There were dates locations an approximate number of tribal members and
[11:22] a few other sparse details. I marked the form while I waited, realizing
[11:26] pretty early on that what he was saying was suspiciously generic. He spoke of
[11:33] leather and bone craftsmanship and a belief in mountain spirits, but there were no
[11:37] details, no references, no pictures, drawings, or artifacts. I noticed
[11:45] a lot of people around the room paying close attention and not really thinking too
[11:48] much about what they were filling out on the attendant sheet, but I took
[11:54] a closer look. Our names were already on the sheet, so we were
[11:58] only suppose to make a check mark. However, there were also percentages printed
[12:03] on the side, corresponding to the percentage of heritage we had in common with
[12:09] this tribe. I recognized my eleven percent and the thirty percent of the old
[12:15] woman. There was also a series of other numbers that I didn't immediately recognize.
[12:20] When I thought no one was looking, I snapped a picture of it,
[12:24] just in case. After a fifteen minute lecture on the history of the
[12:30] Blue Hill tribe, I came to the realization that I hadn't actually learned anything.
[12:37] The locations and dates were so generic that there was no way to fact
[12:39] check it, and there were no details as to the various customs and crafts.
[12:46] Looking around the room, I noticed the chippy young woman was off in
[12:50] the corner, whispering to someone on a bluetooth headset, her eyes scanning the
[12:54] crowd with a serious demeanor. There was a man in a suit by the
[12:58] doorway taking pictures with his phone, and a hotel functionary offering refreshments being turned
[13:05] away. This was clearly a private matter and of great interest to the company.
[13:11] For some reason, I snapped to attention as the room applauded. The
[13:16] lecture came to an end and we were given some time to mingle, but
[13:22] not without another reminder to make a mark of the intendant sheet. I chatted
[13:28] a bit with a few people, but it all felt a bit forced.
[13:31] Just a few words here and there. I got the impression that none of
[13:37] us had very much in common. No one seemed to have any idea where
[13:41] that part of their heritage actually came from. There was this one guy who
[13:46] had studied his genealogy extensively, who insisted that it was strictly impossible for him
[13:52] to even be partly Scandinavian. I've mapped out every family member for six generations,
[13:58] He scuffed, there's no way. As more and more people filled it
[14:03] out into the night, I decided to lag a bit to see what was
[14:09] being said behind closed doors. I wasn't sneaking around on all fours like a
[14:13] spy, just lingered a little too long on the other side of the bathroom
[14:18] door, or stopping conveniently to check my email near a hushed discussion. I
[14:24] picked up a few bits and pieces discussions about our percentages. For example,
[14:30] there was also talk about a second event the following night, and how it
[14:33] wasn't officially on the schedule. They referred to it as a sort of closing
[14:39] ceremony. There was also a short talk about inviting a few of us to
[14:43] a private meeting. I heard two people squabbling a bit about the details,
[14:48] and I didn't catch much of it, but I clearly heard a sentence as
[14:52] they finished, just get the ripe ones. One of them snarled, none
[14:58] of that three percent trash. I didn't like that, not one bit.
[15:07] Returning to my room, I decided to pack up my things. I had
[15:11] a bad feeling about whatever they were up to, and I couldn't help but
[15:15] to imagine that they had something planned maybe it was all a scam after all,
[15:20] or something worse. Either way, I wasn't eager to find out.
[15:28] I couldn't find a reasonably priced flight back home until early morning. It was
[15:33] almost twelve hours away, but I figured I could pull an all nighter and
[15:37] get out as soon as the sun rose. I could wait a few hours
[15:41] at the airport if need be. With my bags packed and ready, I
[15:48] settled in for a long night. It was somewhere around two a m.
[15:54] When I found myself staring at late night TV and scrawling on my phone as
[16:00] a salesman prattled on in the background. A stray thought hit me. I
[16:06] decided to take another look at the attendant sheet photo. There was a set
[16:11] of numbers by each person that didn't make immediate sense to me. I brought
[16:17] out a pen and paper and started breaking them down, first in sets of
[16:22] twos, then individually, then sets of three, trying to find some pattern
[16:27] or idea. It took me a little longer than I cared to admit to
[16:33] recognize something. The last four numbers correlated to one pattern four and room number.
[16:44] That left four other numbers, which, when broken down into pairs of
[16:48] two, correlated to a month and a day. The date itself didn't make
[16:53] much sense, though for me it was a few days after I'd sent in
[16:57] my first sample. Then it hit me it was probably the day they received
[17:06] the sample. Taking a closer look at the percentages, I could see that
[17:11] everyone with a nine percent heritage or lower was situated on lower floors, while
[17:17] those with ten percent and higher all seemed to have the higher floors. Maybe
[17:22] there was a sort of unspoken threshold happening at ten percent and up. Could
[17:26] that be what they referred to when they said to get the ripe ones.
[17:32] As I scrawled through various images from previously hosted charity events, I got a
[17:37] notification my phone warned me that my camera app had unexpectedly closed. Strange,
[17:45] seeing how it wasn't open to begin with. A bad feeling settled in my
[17:52] stomach. I was on the hotel WiFi. Could they be monitoring our activities?
[18:00] I considered the option that I was just being tired and paranoid. That
[18:04] might very well be the case, But on the other hand, I'd heard
[18:10] what I'd heard. It was stressing me out, further upsetting my already sensitive
[18:17] stomach. I could feel a tinge of pain and decided to go get some
[18:22] mice. Might sound like a stupid home remedy thing, but sucking on an
[18:26] ice cube has always helped me calm down. I followed the corridor, got
[18:33] myself some ice in a bucket, and returned to my room. As I
[18:37] was about to round the corner, I recognized as familiar sound my hotel room
[18:44] door being closed and locked from the outside. Peeking around the corner, I
[18:52] noticed two people dressed in black disappearing down the hall, mumbling quietly to one
[18:56] another, returning to my room. I couldn't help, but the second guess
[19:03] myself. Had the bathroom door always been open was the same channel on the
[19:08] TV playing Had some one moved my bags? It was hard to tell.
[19:15] That's how I spent the night wondering. My heart sometimes skipped a beat as
[19:22] I thought I noticed something new, but ultimately I couldn't find anything immediately threatening.
[19:30] I pulled out my phone battery just in case, and kept it in
[19:33] my other pocket. No one would be tracking me any time soon. I
[19:40] messed my bed to make it look like I had slept in it, even
[19:44] though I spent most of my time in the bathroom. Ready to lock the
[19:47] door, and call the police. I nodded off a few times, but
[19:52] eventually the sun broke the horizon, a few rays of sunshine slipping in through
[19:57] the frosted bathroom window. Oh. I got my bags and left. One
[20:07] nervous elevator ride later, I slapped down the hotel key on the reception and
[20:11] headed for the exit without elaborating. I accidentally made eye contact with the hotel
[20:18] security guard by the exit, who gave me a curious side eye. Sir,
[20:23] he asked. I stopped briefly and excused myself. He held up a
[20:29] hand, Sir, may I speak to you, he repeated, I have
[20:36] an appointment. I smiled, Sorry, it won't take long. He smiled,
[20:41] right this way, looking at the silver colored revolving door that could get
[20:47] me out of there. I considered my options. I could make a break
[20:52] for it, or I could just see what this was all about. I
[20:56] decided to just talk to the man, banking hard on it not being anything
[21:00] serious. In hindsight, I should have gone for the door. I was
[21:15] taken to a small room right next to the reception. There he asked to
[21:19] see my phone. I showed him, although the battery was still out.
[21:26] My supervisor has a couple of questions. He said, she's just outside,
[21:30] won't be a minute. I'm sorry, but I got it. He pocketed
[21:34] my phone, smiled and stepped out of the room. But it wasn't an
[21:41] ordinary service personnel kind of smile. It was almost apologetic, like he knew
[21:47] he'd landed me in some kind of trouble. And through the door came the
[21:52] chipper young woman from the previous night. She wasn't as chipper this time.
[22:00] She didn't sit down, instead opting to stand on the opposite side of the
[22:06] room with the arms crossed. For a solid minute, she just stood there,
[22:11] considering what to say. Finally, she let out a sigh and took
[22:17] a step forward. I felt like a scorn schoolboy being dragged into the principal's
[22:22] office. Are you leaving early? She asked, would be a shame to
[22:27] mister get together to night. I'm thankful to have been part of this,
[22:33] I said, but I really ought to get going. Oh, she feigned
[22:38] surprise, family emergency, and that's private, I said. I could still
[22:45] hear the hotel personnel outside, and figured she didn't want to make a scene.
[22:52] I leaned back in my chair, confident and quiet. She didn't take
[22:57] that too well. I think it'd be best for you if you've stayed a
[23:03] little longer, she continued. I don't think I will. I don't think
[23:08] there's much to debate. I'm sorry, but you've no. She slammed a
[23:14] fist on the table and stared me down, unblinking and furious. There was
[23:18] a slight tremble in a movement. There was no way those outside didn't hear
[23:23] us, and yet no one moved a muscle. Perhaps she was in more
[23:30] control than I'd anticipated. I think you're going to stick around for a while,
[23:34] she snarled, or we're going to have a problem. You will have
[23:38] a problem with me, No, I said, shaking my head. Ah,
[23:45] er, I don't. Then you're going to shut the hell up and
[23:48] play along. I was dumb struck. There was no ambiguity here. She
[23:56] was outright threatening me. I could barely understan and why. Maybe she'd seen
[24:02] something on my phone while I was connected to the hotel WiFi, or maybe
[24:06] they noticed me spying. Perhaps they saw me pondering the attendant sheet. I
[24:11] don't know. Either way, they weren't taking any chances. I didn't see
[24:18] that hotel security guard again. Instead, They put me in a room with
[24:22] a very quiet man in a suit. He didn't answer any questions. He
[24:29] wasn't much for small talk. All he did was stand outside the room,
[24:33] checking in on me as soon as I made a noise. I spent all
[24:38] day in that room, this small ten x fourteen room with little more than
[24:42] a couch, a coffee table, and the most generic looking hotel painting I'd
[24:48] ever seen. Still as calming as that room was, I was freaking the
[24:53] hell out, but there was nothing for me to do at that point.
[24:59] No hair schemes could make me magically phase through the wall. I was stuck
[25:03] there, and I sure as hell wouldn't fight That guy didn't take a detective
[25:10] despot. He was armed. The stress made my stomach act up. I
[25:15] was allowed to use the bathroom, but they kept the stall door open.
[25:19] Then it was straight back to the room. I tried frantically to come up
[25:23] with some kind of plan, or figuring out some specific turn of the corridor
[25:29] where he wouldn't have a clear shot, but it was useless. There were
[25:34] long, wide open spaces and no harsh corners, but that was my mindset.
[25:41] I was still under the impression that there was something I could do,
[25:45] but in reality I couldn't. Once that started the dawn on me, I
[25:52] realized how screwed I was. It was the emotional equivalent of sinking into a
[25:57] deep black ocean. It was late afternoon when the door opened. Having spent
[26:06] most of the day napping on the couch and anxiously wandering back and forth,
[26:11] I got on my feet like a soldier. One of the guards coaxed me
[26:15] outside. I could tell something was up. People were rushing past us,
[26:19] speaking into their ear pieces removed in the opposite direction, but I caught a
[26:26] glimpse of a well dressed group of people used as human shields for someone very
[26:30] important. I was quickly ushered along. I was taken through the hotel kitchen.
[26:37] They'd cleared out the staff. They tuk me to what looked like an
[26:41] abandoned old walk in freezer. I was pushed inside and the door was closed.
[26:48] I don't know how those walk in freezers, I suppose the work,
[26:51] but this one locked from the outside. There were no lights, and I
[26:56] could barely make out what was happening through the little windows. I didn't have
[27:00] to wait for long. Just minutes after I could hear other people entering the
[27:06] room, some curious, some angry, some crying. One by one,
[27:11] the guests from the previous night were ushered into the freezer, even the old
[27:17] woman. Well, not all the guests, only those ripe enough. There
[27:25] were nine of us in total. Some were mildly annoyed, others were confused.
[27:30] Finally, they dropped a guy who had been beaten straight onto the floor.
[27:34] He was clearly not okay, trying his best to breathe through his mouth.
[27:40] That set most of us off. Some banged on the door, others
[27:45] screened at the top of their lungs. No one had a phone or a
[27:48] weapon. The panic rose, and it spread like wildfire. Soon I was
[27:55] right there with them, screaming for someone to let us out. I screamed
[28:00] into my voice hoarse, but no one came. We must have been in
[28:04] there for at least forty to forty five minutes. Our protests died, and
[28:10] in the following silence we heard someone enter the room, a single set of
[28:15] footsteps. They approached, and we all quieted down. I could see the
[28:21] vague outline of a man outside, but our breaths had fogged up the windows
[28:26] and the door. He had a black suit with a blue tie. He
[28:30] stood there with his hands in his pocket, watching us. I backed away
[28:36] from the door. The others did the same, No matter how bad the
[28:41] freezer was. There was something telling me that this guy was somehow worse.
[28:47] He was too calm, like this was all normal, he'd done it before.
[28:55] As the door opened, we all scrambled to get back. He stepped
[28:59] into the entrance, obscured by the bad lighting, but for all I could
[29:03] see he was a man, a little shorter than me, a bit round
[29:08] around the stomach, bald, maybe glasses. There was something reflecting off his
[29:15] face, and yet there was something about him that screamed danger. The man
[29:22] who'd been beaten was ready to roll the dice. He took off running,
[29:26] trying to push past and get out. There was a kitchen exit not too
[29:30] far away, so if he could just make it past this guy, then
[29:34] maybe he'd be in the clear. But no, he didn't get that far.
[29:42] The strange man didn't tackle him, or attack or scream. In fact,
[29:48] he didn't seem to react at all. But the runner, well,
[29:52] he stopped a few steps short of leaving the freezer. He clutched his throat,
[29:57] gasping for air. The man spoke in a raspy, matter of factly
[30:03] voice, as if counting the inventory on the supermarket's shelf. Male thirty eight
[30:10] years old, six years spread, reaching a total of eighteen percent implanted the
[30:15] Riesophagu's surgery, and then there was this ungodly noise. The runner collapsed to
[30:25] his knees. He was trying to scream, but all that came out was
[30:30] a sort of guturo wheeze. It escaped him in waves, involuntarily, until
[30:37] we could see something poking out of his mouth, like the silhouette of a
[30:41] wet branch being pulled out. Finally, there was a snap as it fully
[30:48] dislodged, and the freezer began to re reek of blood. He stopped moving.
[30:55] The panic consumed us. I may read calm here in the aftermath,
[31:02] but in that moment I was an animal. I was scratching on the damn
[31:07] walls trying to get back. I didn't care if I was pushing people into
[31:11] the floor or stepping on someone's head. I was desperate. The strange man
[31:17] spoke again, but this time his raspy voice seemed better improved. Female twenty
[31:26] nine years old, four year spread, reaching a total of fourteen percent implant
[31:32] through spinal surgery. One by one, he counted us off male female,
[31:38] male female, four years, five years, nine eight percentages going up and
[31:45] down, lung cancer, cornea, transplant, dialysis, screams, and blood,
[31:51] one by one, being pulled out of the crowd and then pulled apart.
[31:56] I'll never forget the sounds. Small bones sound like carrots when they snap
[32:01] bigger ones. It differs the dripping noise as human spillach mixed on the floor.
[32:09] Drops a blood really do sound heavier than water. And with every victim,
[32:15] I could see something shift in our captor, straightening back, deeper breaths,
[32:22] like he was absorbing it all into himself, taking something back, harvesting.
[32:30] The sixth person on the chopping block was me. He read it all
[32:36] out loud, male. He began thirty one years old, twenty four year
[32:42] spread, reaching a total of eleven percent implant through also treatment. My stomach
[32:50] rumbled, moved, twitched, as if calming alive. It wanted to escape
[32:55] me, to break free. It strained against me. I collapsed to the
[33:01] floor, my hands slipping on the blood seeping into my skin, itching under
[33:07] my fingernails. Then I felt something move in my pocket. I almost dropped
[33:15] it. I still had my phone battery. I took it out and held
[33:21] it up to my mouth. I could bite down on it, drenching myself
[33:24] in acid. Oh god knows what. My stomach ceased moving, if only
[33:30] for a short reprieve. I looked up at my captor. See see this,
[33:37] I said, it'll it'll screw us both up. But you need it
[33:42] right, you need me whole. There was no response. I could just
[33:46] see him tilting his head down at me. Yeah, if I destroy myself,
[33:52] you get nothing right. That's it, isn't it. Huh. I
[33:58] placed it between my teeth, ready to bite down like a rabid dog on
[34:01] a juicy bone. He didn't move As I got up, He circled one
[34:07] another. He wasn't about to let me go. He wasn't looking at me
[34:13] in the eyes. He was staring intently at my stomach. He wanted to
[34:19] pull it out of me, to turn it into something else. Or maybe
[34:24] it was part of him all along, something coming home. No, he
[34:30] said it ends. He reached out a hand for me, and I bit
[34:37] down without hesitation. To my surprise, there was just a little puff,
[34:43] but that was it. The battery tumbled to the floor useless. The man
[34:49] instinctively recoiled, but upon seeing that there was no danger, it all came
[34:54] back with a vengeance. The pain was immediate and incredible. Something in me
[35:01] moved and I immediately spat up a glob of stomach acid. Then the battery
[35:10] exploded. It wasn't a big explosion, just a loud bang, like the
[35:16] starting of a pistol race. I slipped and slid my way out of the
[35:22] freezer and had to make a split second decision. I could close and lock
[35:27] the door behind me, effectively ceiling him and everyone in there. Or I
[35:31] could leave the door open for others to escape. But it wasn't really a
[35:37] choice, not really. It never is when you get pushed into something like
[35:43] this. I slammed that door shut and led it auto lock without even thinking
[35:49] about it. Perhaps he asked the guards to clear out. I don't know,
[35:54] but there was no one else in that kitchen. I grabbed a knife
[35:59] from one of the counters, burst through the exit door, and disappeared into
[36:04] the night, my stomach stirring like a restless animal, but settling as I
[36:08] got further away. I can only regret what happened to those left behind.
[36:15] It still makes my spine itch. A police patrol found me wondering the streets
[36:22] about an hour or two later. I can't imagine it looked good. I
[36:27] was taking such small, shallow breaths and I was still clutching the knife.
[36:31] Not to mention, I was covered in blood. They were convinced that I
[36:37] killed someone, but I surrendered willingly and eagerly. I tried to tell a
[36:42] coherent story, but they just didn't understand me. Probably didn't make much sense.
[36:49] A shower and a fresh set of clothes later, I explained my experience
[36:52] of the hotel to the best of my ability. Sadly, it didn't really
[36:58] do much. There were no records of the man I described ever visiting that
[37:02] hotel. As for the missing people, those I claimed had been murdered,
[37:08] they had checked out one by one at different hours of the day prior.
[37:13] According to the hotel records, they might be missing, but there was no
[37:17] indication of foul play. Yeah, I'm calling lies on that. So yeah,
[37:25] that was by far the worst time of my life. Looking back at
[37:30] it, it feels unreal, like it happened to some one else. But
[37:36] even now I can still get little flashes of something there reminds me of that
[37:40] night, and it just pulls me right back. It never really leaves Whoever
[37:47] that man was. He was important enough to get a whole company to cover
[37:52] for him. I'm sure not all of them knew why they were doing it,
[37:57] but they were complicit. I think we're looking at someone with a lot
[38:01] of resources and a lot of reach. I never got a name, and
[38:07] seeing how he seemed to change with every victimy consumed, I can't really tell
[38:12] what he looks like any more, not even his age or hight or weight.
[38:17] There are surprisingly some real records about a small tribe of people living from
[38:22] the Blue Hill in the Scandinavian Mountain Range. There isn't much out there about
[38:29] them, just to mention that they worshiped immortal mountain spirits. Others say they
[38:34] worship devils. It's a mixed bag. I don't know what to believe.
[38:42] I don't know what I saw, but I'm living with a knowledge that a
[38:45] part of me, something inside me, isn't my own. It moves with
[38:52] me, it lives with me, but at the snap of a finger from
[38:55] that thing and it will rebel, it will fail me. And I'm just
[39:02] at what eleven percent. What happens when I reach fifty or one hundred.
[39:09] I decided to post this after getting a video ad that I could never have
[39:15] anticipated. It seems that this company is still in business advertising their new generation
[39:22] of DNA tests. I'm sure some of you out there have seen it.
[39:25] Twenty seconds unskippable smiling faces, distant family members being tied together by CGI blue
[39:32] ribbon. I think they have some of those damn sunflowers in the background still
[39:38] colored that basic company blue, and seeing it like that, it just it
[39:46] made my stomach turn.

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