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“Nah man, no-nobody really knows what went down on Rilland Court. Like, before, it always looked straight out of the nineties. Old cars, old houses, it felt like somebody took a slice of 1998 and slapped it in a knockoff rich suburbia. It was kinda weird to walk down, and not just in that sense. It always felt like there was something about to happen there, like each house looked like a horror movie set. And then, of course, the rumors went out, and then the fire, it was just strange. Even with what-or, who they found in that field, nobody could ever really figure out what happened during those six days.”
“Except you.”
“Man, all I did was take a picture.”
“Two.”
“Okay, two. But most people don’t know the first one exists.”
“But you do know what happened there.”
“Heh. Yeah, yeah I do. And you wanna know?”
“Why else would I be here?”
“Fair enough. Let me tell you how the story goes officially first.”
By all official and governmental accounts, nothing happened on Rilland Court on Friday July 24 to Thursday July 30 of 2020. On the local level, you’ll find a report on a fire that occurred at an address on that street, as well as a police report detailing the discovery of a collection of body parts and various mechanical components covered in blood, as well as a highly distressed and badly wounded Cheryl Mason sprinting towards nearby Kerril Mill Road, claiming that she “had to stop my father.” Cheryl was later proven to be innocent of any wrongdoing, although I’d be lying if I said she was psychologically unaffected. Strangely enough, upon attempting to enter other houses on the street, it was discovered a majority of the residents were just straight up missing, with their houses having been trashed and with a few having signs of having recently been entered post-trashing and evidence of something having possibly been taken, but no concrete details were ever established, the houses were sold, and everybody just sort of pretended like a straight six days of blood had never happened.
“Is the recent entry where you come in?”
Guilty as charged, but we’re not at that point yet. This starts all the way back on actually about a week before, on Saturday, July 19, where the first image comes from. You know the one. The album cover-like one that everybody used when it first came on the news. Right across the street from Rilland Court, across Kerril Mill, is Mount Argos, a—well it’s technically a small village along one long, winding road located right next to the radio tower you see in the pic. Right at the base of that tower is this massive industrial complex that jumps both sides of the street, like a natural gas plant except a million times larger and you never see anybody in there, it’s weird. But there’s no records of any of it. The street doesn’t exist on most GPS systems for some reason, there’s no identifiable signs on the plant, and most residents swear that the tower just kinda showed up one day, blinking bright red and ominous against the sunset when everybody first noticed it. That day, Saturday, there was a massive line of trucks like the ones people working on phone lines, all along the street. No idea why they were there, although the wifi in the area was a bit weird, so that could just have been nothing. Anyways, the point is, Mount Argos is weird, but you can walk up and down it just fine. I know some people up there, they’re all really nice. I kinda went and dramatized it a bit, and it’s entirely possible that they’re wholly unrelated to this. But our story doesn’t take place on Mount Argos. It’s a few hundred feet, a small brook and a lot that’s been unsold for literal years away from Rilland Court. The picture sums it up well, it’s about what you’d think it would look like.
“Straight out of 1998, you said?”
Basically. The important things to note are that the Mason house was directly across the road from the aforementioned open lot, and it is a solid five minute walk from the end cul-de-sac of Rilland to Ekitson Lane, the road it springs off of. All of this is stuff you’re going to want to know.
“Are you going to actually tell the story, or just give us setup about this mysterious mountain?”
Hold your horses, that was crucial for the long con of the story. The confusion started on that Friday, July 24. Charlotte Lane, a local high schooler, was taking a walk along Ekitson with a flashlight in hand. Apparently, as she passed by Rilland, she saw a figure carrying a duffel bag of something cross the street in front of her and start heading down Rilland. Now, there’s no proof that this happened, as her flashlight was notably running low on battery and there is no shortage of kids making up stories about what happens in that state anyway.
“I thought they only interviewed her afterwards, and that part was just bullshit.”
The people you think of interviewed her after, because a security camera caught her that night, but not whoever she was talking about. The thing is…that was the first rumor to come out. She posted that on her snapchat at 12:13 AM on Saturday, July 25.
Five days before the fire.
“You always have access to the unusual information routes.”
Honestly, if she hadn’t posted that, we could be in an entirely different location not even having this conversation right now. I mean, yeah, Friday only barely counts as a day because that happened on it, but I’ll give you more reasons why it counts in a bit. The point is, after she posted that, rumors started spreading like wildfire. An unknown man carrying a duffel bag on the prowl in a suburban area late at night in the middle of summer? The high schoolers immediately jumped on it, calling it a new urban legend or something similarly foolish. Parents just brushed it off, with one notable exception.
“Johnathan Mason.”
Bingo. According to his daughter, once she told him about the rumor, he seemed to suddenly become concerned and told her he had something to take care of. He left the house and began making his way to the Stewart house, the one right next to the open lot. Several neighbors, including the Stewarts themselves, can vouch for this, and apparently he just warned them about that person since they had a collection of newly-arrived valuable family jewelry. This was apparently verified by authorities, but nobody’s seen it, so things aren’t entirely clear. But apart from that, apparently nothing else notable happened that day. No neighbors saw anything that night, no houses were broken into, there was no evidence that anything went wrong that night. The only thing to note was Alexander Thompson telling his friends that he heard some odd noises coming from his neighbor's house, but his father assured him that it was nothing at all.
“Thompson? Wait, I know that name.”
I’ve mentioned him before, in some of my little, uh exposes on that one organization we can’t mention, but yeah it’s that Thompson. Man’s always on the front lines, it’s weird. But three guesses who his neighbor is, and the first two don’t count.
“The Masons.”
Winner winner steak dinner! But apart from that, nothing happened. Not much on Sunday either. Well, not much officially. Unofficially, that was the day that really kickstarted the rumors. That was the day that Johnathan Mason went missing for twelve straight hours.
“Wait, what?”
Yep. Cheryl claimed that he went on a drive to a work emergency, like he said, but no cameras record him driving his car out of the neighborhood. In fact, no cameras in the area record him at all. This wouldn’t normally be an issue, just sorta weird.
“Just tell me whose cameras were disabled and go on with the story.”
You’re catching on quick, damn. It was the Collins household. Their cameras were switched off at approximately 11:46 AM, just mere minutes after Johnathan supposedly left, according to his daughter. Their in-house alarm system registered the door having opened at 11:51 AM, and opened again atget this3:27 PM. That’s almost three and a half hours that Johnathan spent in there, but nobody actually saw him.
“How did they know those exact moments over a week afterwards?”
Those were the last entries the system recorded.
“Well, shit.”
Yeah. Nobody on the street had raised any alarms about not seeing the Collins family, though, since…well, most of them were gone before they had the chance. By Tuesday, four more families had not only had their systems crashed, but also hadn’t been seen by anybody for at least twelve hours. By this point the rumors of people disappearing had really kicked off, spurred on by another dubious sighting by a teenager late at night. I haven’t been able to actually track down who the original poster of this one was, but supposedly on Monday night another dark figure was seen dragging a large pile of something across Rilland Court. This poster apparently saw several mechanical components fall out of this pile, only for the figure to pick them up and throw them back onto it with a very concerning wet thump, and drag them intoyou guessed itthe Mason house.
“Was this unknown teenager you by any chance?”
I will say, I did not come back home until late that night. But I did some digging. And what I dug up was…concerning, to say the least. Jonathan was involved, no bones about it. I’d seen him in the field earlier that day, burying something, but I definitely wasn’t gonna go dig up what. All I did after was try and get back into the house he’d just left, and let me tell you, it was…concerning. The house was trashed, like you’d think it was, but there was an ungodly amount of blood everywhere. It was like somebody’d gutted a person, taken out the parts that matter, and just thrown the rest away. I swear I saw a spine in there somewhere, but I’m not sure. What I know that I found, was this. I don’t know what this component does, but I know that it was full of muscle and bits of nerve tissue and probably important.
“How does a machine fill up with nerve tissue?”
Question of the month, friend. I tried poking around some more, but nothing new availed itself. Frankly, I’m not doing it justice, but it was exceptionally disturbing. Of course, the rumors of this got out, but no official work was done because no reports had been filed yet. That was all it stayed at for a while: rumors, things the kids spread to each other out of suspicion. But nothing was actually done or actually came to light until late Thursday night, almost exactly 108 hours after the Lane girl posted the first rumor. Cheryl Mason texted a blurry picture to a group chat of her friends, consisting of her running up a set of stairs holding some strange piece of machinery, saying that “she was right”.
Actually, Cheryl’s text message records were one of her saving graces in proving she had been innocent. From that Saturday, she had been texting her friends updates on the activity of her father. According to him, he had been granted a few days off from work, which was why he was staying home and no cameras or people ever saw his car leave the driveway after Monday, but Cheryl barely saw him those few days. Her updates started off plain, a list of times that he had been absent from the house: All day of Sunday, 8 AM to 4 PM Monday, 1:30 PM to 5:15 PM Tuesday, 9 PM to 11PM Wednesday—wait, no, I mixed it up. Those were the only times she saw him Wednesday. Her records of what exactly happened in the house are…concerning at best. She reported the same noises Alexander Thompson heard, only louder. At first, she thought the water heater or something in the basement was acting up. Old houses, like I said, and the smell could have just been sawdust too.
“You and I both know what smells a lot like sawdust.”
Burning flesh, yes. But she never did find anything. Well, not until that night. There’s a series of text messages from her, that summed up can basically be this: going into the basement because the noises are getting louder and sound a lot like grinding metal, all the lightbulbs of the basement are smashed and scattered in the ground, which was confirmed afterwards—her legs had lacerations and bits of glass in them that was assumed to have been from when she claimed to have fallen in the basement immediately before taking the picture. Now, the actual thing that she found is long gone, but it was one of the components recovered in the field according to her. Unfortunately, the official reports list the things in the field as various parts of water heaters and spare bits and bobs from the plant nearby, where Johnathan apparently got them from Thompson who worked there. According to Thompson and the plant’s official story, at least. Even with what I’ve got, I can’t get anything to directly contradict the official reports. All I can do is get extra information.
“The picture?”
Yes. According to the texts, after she entered the basement, she found something “disgusting”. In this picture, you can almost see in the component she’s holding what looks like a human bone, like it’s paused in its development. It doesn’t look complete, it’s only partially covered in muscle and sinew, and it’s far too small to fit an adult with the amount of muscle mass that’s trying to develop on it. She never said where she grabbed it form or why she grabbed that component, but her claim of something grabbing her leg as she ran out of the basement is in fact true. This was around nine, by the way. Three guesses who ran into her as she left the basement.
“Dear old dad.”
Bingo. There’s no texts from her, but the Thompsons could vouch for the sound of very loud yelling. Cheryl apparently ran out of the house and to the Stewart house, but she didn’t stay long apparently. The Stewarts just said she said she should head out now, but Cheryl herself has remained very tight-lipped about why she left, only saying “there’s a reason they’re next to the open lot.” I didn my own digging, there’s nothing suspicious about their house as far as I can tell, apart from the fact they live next door to two of the families that went missing. Regardless, Cheryl left the Stewart house, and dropped off the radar for about an hour or so. She only texted her friends once that entire span of time, simply saying that she was “going to remove the issue.” She didn’t text her friends again until 2 AM on Thursday, July 30. Right before the fire.
“What, exactly, was the fire?”
This is where not even the rumor details add up enough. We know what was going on before; Jonathan stole something from Mount Argos, started feeding it the bodies of the missing families, the Stewarts possibly helped him, Thompson covered it up, but the actual events of the fire are highly unclear. Nobody else was in the house where it happened save for Cheryl and Johnathan, the Thompsons have refused to give an account or at least Mr Thompson has on behalf of his family, and somehow, in the sub minute it took Cheryl to make it to the field from her house, her father was long gone.
Remember when I said it was a five minute walk from the end of Rilland court to Ekitson?
According to scattered eyewitnesses, and what I saw that night, Jonathan Mason made that journey and got down to Kerril Mill in under three minutes.
“You were there?”
Where do you think picture two came from? It’s literally a man holding his severed arm and shoulder on to his body, limping down Kerril Mill as it slowly knits back together. Cheryl saw it too, else she wouldn’t have been so frantic through that field.
“What happened to Cheryl?”
We don’t know what happened in the fire. She was seen carrying a small glass bottle of something in one hand at around 10:30 PM on Wednesday, but as you know, the fire didn’t kick off until 2 AM on Thursday. What happened during those 3 hours, I have no idea. Cheryl entered her house with that bottle, and the only wounds on her being some cuts on her shins from the glass. She exited with three inches of metal jabbed into her left bicep, lacerations all over, second degree burns on her right arm, and various viscera that wasn’t hers or her father’s all in her hair. Her father, as I said, was nowhere to be found. There is a picture of somebody limping up Kerril Mill, but the police report says it was just a wandering vagrant and they let him go, as he was clearly unaffiliated with the fire and actually had an alibi from several locals who saw him. Does the picture support that? Who knows, it’s dark and blurry.
The real strangeness kicks off when they went searching afterwards. You know the official story of what they found in the field, a bunch of random severed body parts matching the DNA of the missing people. Except, and I know this for a fact, there were enough of those missing parts in the houses for that to be impossible.
“Plants, maybe? Something to cover up what happened in the houses.”
I mean, that’s possible. I could have miscounted, I guess. But they hauled a lot out of the houses, and based off the snitches I talked to, the parts in the field had nobody to belong to. I mean, as long as we’re not counting what they found in the Mason basement. Yeah, it was still standing, and what they found was not good.
Remember what I said about the partially developed bone in the picture? They found whole bodies like that in the basement. Bodies matching the missing people, looking like they’d been cut off halfway through some sort of growing process.
“Were some of them missing their arms and legs by any chance?”
Alright smarty. Yeah, some were. They seemed to be the ones in the field. But I only got this from a snitch who got it from a snitch so who the hell knows, I didn’t see what they brought out of the basement. I only saw them take out a bulging duffel bag, slap it in a truck, and head towards the plant with it.
“So they found a bunch of strange, half-grown bodies in the basement that matched the ones that went missing, as well as fully grown body parts in the field that matched the missing ones, and they never made a report on it and instead shipped whatever Johnathan took back to Mount Argos. Understood. But apart from your unreliable picture, did they ever find him? That figure’s going the opposite direction of Mount Argos in the picture.”
Yes, it is. And frankly, there’s not much to go off of what concretely happened apart from the figure dragging the pile and the fact the fire occurred, and they found stuff in the field. When the official reports deny literally everything, there’s only so much you can really say with certainty.
There was one last thing I saw that night, though. The only other person who saw it was Cheryl, I think, and even then I'm not sure. But I definitely saw it. A trail of bloody footprints, covered in ash, making their way up Mount Argos road.
But that doesn't line up with when they found Johnathan's body buried in the field a month later.
disconeeeeeeeeext 8/5/2020 (Wed) 17:26:34 #64926493
I’m surprised the Rilland Court Incident hasn’t been posted here yet, honestly. It’s been almost a week and I haven’t seen a single mention of it, which is kind of weird considering how well it could fit here.
Between the days of Sunday, July 26, and Thursday, July 30, eight families went missing from the small suburban cul-de-sac of Rilland Court. Nobody saw these families leave their houses or anybody entering, familiar or not, and no calls to the police were made from anybody during those five days, apart from very early Thursday morning, when a large fire broke out at the Morrison residence on Rilland Court. The only survivor of the Morrison fire was teenager Julie Morrison, who was found in an open lot across the road from the house, sprinting in the direction of nearby Kerril Mill road and screaming that she "had to stop her father." She was swiftly cleared of having anything to do with the fire, but the actual cause has so far been undetermined. If anybody cares, I can try and start posting some updates and what we know so far.
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SixwingStitch 8/6/2020 (Thurs) 02:13:33 #66389312
I don't know about all that, buddy.
The Lane rumor didn't come out the day of the interview. If it did, odds are none of the preceding events would have happened at all. There wouldn't have been that rumor hanging on people's minds the whole time, pushing things along. Really, the next time you try to twist an actual story to make it sound better, you need to think these things through.
disconeeeeeeeeext 8/6/2020 (Wed) 2:14:34 #99037831
And why would you say that? All my information is from the official reports on the matter. There's no lying or twisting the story involved. (Yo Mod you can tweak this once you get this dude's tone figured out)
SixwingStitch 8/6/2020 (Thurs) 02:15:12 #54672844
She posted that on her snapchat at 12:13 AM on Saturday, July 25.
Five days before the fire.
