{"id":2984,"date":"2017-03-10T08:41:03","date_gmt":"2017-03-10T16:41:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.haunting.net\/?p=2984"},"modified":"2017-09-25T15:20:58","modified_gmt":"2017-09-25T22:20:58","slug":"recollection-vanish-five","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.haunting.net\/recollection-vanish-five\/","title":{"rendered":"Heretic – A Recollection of Vanish Pt. 5 – Disappear with Me"},"content":{"rendered":"

Below is a Recollection\u2013this is not a review, but rather a full spoiler walkthrough of the author\u2019s experience in The Parallel\/Heretic’s<\/a>\u00a0V A N II S H Part Five. This experience spanned three distinct nights and two separate DEATH experiences. As each experience is separate and distinct, they will be split into individual Recollections. Please read Part One<\/a>, Part Two (Death)<\/a>, Part Three<\/a>, and Part Four (Death)<\/a>\u00a0to read the narrative thus far–as this is the final chapter.\u00a0In this experience, we are asked to meet with a girl two hours from Los Angeles, deep in the desert.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"Death<\/p>\n

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Two hours out from Los Angeles. I drive with the girl from night one. The city lights fade into darkness. The highway ends, and we find ourselves on a small two-lane road. That road twists and turns as we navigate through the mountains and arrive\u00a0in the high desert. City lights are no longer seen\u2014darkness stretches out before us. The comforts of civilization bleed away and are replaced with anxiety and fear.<\/p>\n

We exit a road, entering a small city. Run down houses and barren trees line both sides of the street. The area is bleak and dead. We turn down a small dirt road and arrive at a small state park. We park next to a white car. We park, and I am instructed to enter the white car.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so glad you\u2019re here! Thank you for agreeing to do this. God, you\u2019re so beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the girl from the hotel, the girl from the school, the girl from my death. She strokes my face, dropped her hand into mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s a fucking lying bitch. Bash her brains in and save yourself. You know you\u2019re going to die out there.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Australian man sits in the back seat, smoking a cigarette, warning me of the dangers to come.<\/p>\n

It is clear they cannot see or hear each other. But they both continue to speak to me\u2014one loving and supportive, the other angry and cautious. But when the girl asks me to join her for a walk, I follow her. Hand in hand, we walk through fallen leaves and dirt, through trees and fallen branches. We stop in a clearing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so glad we\u2019re doing this together. You mean so much to me. You are so beautiful. I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She rests her head against my chest, holding me tightly. \u201cI\u2019m going to look ahead, wait here.\u201d I wait, bracing myself for what waits in the darkness. The wind picks up, and the branches all shake back and forth, giving off the feeling that people are all around me. But she returns, to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a flashlight, right? Good. Follow me, but don\u2019t follow too closely.\u201d<\/p>\n

And she takes off into the darkness. We come to a dark staircase with small stone slabs leading down. I light then with my flashlight and climb down, carefully planning each step. Another nature trail continues forward. We pass the burnt out shell of a car and reach a wooden boardwalk stretching out over a small wetland. Frogs croak in the distance. The girl asks me to sit and wait\u2014I comply as she moves forward again. I keep my eyes forward and try to stay warm. She returns and we continue.<\/p>\n

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\"Death<\/p>\n

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We walk for approximately two miles on the nature trail. The path forks and we take the left path. The girl tells me to pause one last time and goes forward. She returns and tells me this is it\u2014it\u2019s time for my initiation.<\/p>\n

She runs ahead. I move past some reeds and see wooden stairs leading up to a small observation deck. Multiple figures dressed in all black are waiting for me. I turn off my flashlight and climb the few steps up. I reach the top and one of them charges at me. He tackles me, his shoulder driven right into my stomach\u2014knocking the wind out of me.<\/p>\n

I gasp for air as he raises me up and slams me into the wooden boards. Then pull me forward and grab my arm. Rolling my sleeve, they test out a knife, making small scratches on my arm. Goggles are placed over my eyes, drenching the world with darkness. I can make out general shapes, but everything is dark. They spread my fingers and tell me we\u2019re going to play a game\u2014they begin to slam the knife into the table, faster each time, moving in between my fingers. When they tire of this, I am pushed onto my stomach, and the knife is tested on my back\u2014adding more cuts.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a choice to make. The girl you came with; do you die or does she?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe does,\u201d I respond with. She\u2019ll enjoy it. I won\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Arms wrap around me and I am lifted and pulled back to a kneeling position. One of them approaches me and puts the sheath of the knife into my mouth\u2014thrusting it deeper until I gag. Then they do it again. They place restraints over my hands. I hear two of them talking, whispering. They mention the girl I came with\u2014but I can\u2019t make out much more.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re going to go on an adventure.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of them lifts me and begins to lead me down the steps carefully. I still cannot see, so I rely on him to guide me. We move down a different path that snakes back and forth. We climb past some large rocks and reach a second boardwalk. He tells me to wait, he\u2019s heard something. I stand in the darkness while he leaves. He returns, suggesting that it was only the wind and we continue. We reach an area with seats and he sits me down\u2014the wetlands to my back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait here and don\u2019t move. I\u2019ll either come back or I won\u2019t\u2014either way, you\u2019re fucked.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frogs croak and the wind rattles everything around me. The night is cold, but my adrenaline is keeping me warm. I hear a branch break behind me\u2014but that must be the wind too, right? I continue to wait, and another branch audibly snaps behind me. I hear some movement in the water\u2014but no one would be in the water, right? I keep waiting, and I hear footsteps. The man returns, and asks me if I came alone. I tell him, \u201cI didn\u2019t; I came with a girl.\u201d He seems confused, and tells me to keep waiting\u2014and leaves once again. The wind rustles the barren branches and the wetland reeds. More movement\u2014it\u2019s not my imagination this time.<\/p>\n

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\"Death<\/p>\n

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But nothing happens. The man returns, lifting me up and I follow him. I see a shape through my goggles\u2014and he asks, \u201cis this the man you came with?\u201d The girl responds with a yes. And then he has us both follow him. We move up some stairs, and I hear a growl come from the wetlands\u2014it\u2019s closer, much closer. Our guide stops.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne of you is going to die tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

The girl is not restrained; she does not have goggles on me. So she pushes past me and begins to run. Our guide yells after her and tells her to slow down\u2014we\u2019re just taking a leisurely stroll after all. We continue together\u2014I\u2019m much slower due to my vision and restraints, but they both help with the uneven ground. We reach an area with lights and we avoid them. We travel down another path and our guide uses a flashlight to signal his group\u2014but they don\u2019t respond, so we turn back.<\/p>\n

We move down a secondary path and he tells us we\u2019re going to a house. We\u2019ll go in through the back door and hang out in the kitchen. But when we do arrive\u2014it\u2019s not a house at all\u2014but rather, a destroyed foundation; the remnants of what once was. But we move through the back door still and we sit in the kitchen. What he sees is clearly not reality.<\/p>\n

Another man approaches. \u201cYou take him; I\u2019ll take her,\u201d our guide instructs him. The man grabs me, and we move down the path. \u201cWhen you get to the tennis courts, make a left,\u201d our guide yells after me and the other man. What world is he living in? We keep moving through paths, our pace increasing. I am practically jogging. I can barely see a trail in front of me\u2014but then the trail disappears. I\u2019m moving through weeds, brush, and brambles. Then leaves. Then grass. I see trees passing me, and then I notice the familiar glow of car headlights.<\/p>\n

We reach the cars and I am thrown in the backseat\u2014not of my car, but of theirs<\/em>. The Australian man sits to my right, the tormentor who led me here to my left. Their leader is driving, and the dead girl from the hotel, the girl that led me into the forest sits in the passenger seat.<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby, I\u2019m so glad you\u2019re here. I love you so much. I\u2019m glad you\u2019re doing this with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\"Death<\/p>\n

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She grabs my hand, holding it tightly as a hood is thrown over my head. We begin to drive. The Australian man softly sings to himself, but the rest is silent. We drive for ten to fifteen minutes racing down rocky paths. I let go of the girl’s and grab onto my captors to avoid flying forward–but then the car suddenly stops. Their leader tells us to stay in the car. He exits and opens the trunk. The back door opens and a large object is placed over us. I feel it\u2014it\u2019s a shovel. We drive off, faster this time. Accelerating quickly, and then slowing for turns. Accelerating again and then we stop.<\/p>\n

I am pulled from the car by my arm. The hood remains and the shovel is thrust into my hands. We walk down a dirt path. Music plays: a sad song welcoming my death. The wind is far stronger here\u2014we must be higher up. We keep walking\u2014walking through a water\u2014and then back to dirt. The ground gets more uneven, so my hood and goggles are removed.<\/p>\n

I look around. I am atop a large mountain, spiraling up from the desert floor. Only a few lights shine out from the horizon. The path circles the mountain and we continue to climb. Someone is at my side\u2014it\u2019s a girl I haven\u2019t seen before. She whispers in my ear.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease don\u2019t kill me. I don\u2019t want to die. I have a husband\u2014a family. Please don\u2019t kill me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She doesn\u2019t scream this; she doesn\u2019t say this to them\u2014she says this to me. Is she a voice in my head\u2014is this what I\u2019m feeling? Or is this another girl sent to die with me. I think on this on our hike. We reach the top of the mountain. It\u2019s beautiful, yet barren\u2014and cold. My tormentor looks around and finds an appropriate area. She finally removes my restraints and commands:<\/p>\n

\u201cDig!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\"Death<\/p>\n

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I push the shovel into the rough earth. I lift a pile and deposit it next to my fresh hole. I keep digging until I notice the girl who whispered to me minutes ago\u00a0is now kneeling next to the hole.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease help me, I\u2019ll be buried here. I need to find my husband.\u201d I ask her his name. She tells me his name is Daniel, and he has an Australian accent. So the girl who led me here wasn\u2019t his wife! I tell her I drove up here with him, I\u2019ll help her find him\u2014but my tormentor grabs me and instructs me to keep digging. I look back and the girl is gone. I keep going, and two more visitors arrive: the dead girl from the hotel and the Australian man.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you like my gift to you? The pain will be over soon, I promise. Once you do this, we can be together forever.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Australian man stays quiet, circling the hole, and smoking a cigarette. My tormentor orders me to raise my arms, and when I do, she removes my sweater. I keep digging, deeper into the earth. My hand blisters from the constant digging, but I keep going. The tormentor again orders me to stop. My pants are forcibly removed and I now stand in just my underwear. I keep digging to keep warm. I dig through the soreness, through the pain. I keep digging my own grave.<\/p>\n

After some time, I see a second group climbing up the mountain. They reach the top and I am told to stop. I notice the girl I drove up with is with them\u2014she\u2019s in her underwear too and dirty. Their leader approaches me and restrains me. I notice he has a bag in his hand. I will die here; I will be buried here.<\/p>\n

He makes a fist. \u201cLet\u2019s give them a good show,\u201d he says as he brings it into my stomach. It\u2019s not a real punch, but it\u2019s enough to force me to my knees. I feel blood cover my face, pour down onto my chest, soaking my boxers. The blood stings my eyes, and my vision is compromised.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow we kill them and bury them\u201d<\/p>\n

Their leader brings a knife to my throat. But a man yells.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me this was a simulation! You weren\u2019t actually going to kill them!\u201d<\/p>\n

He runs at their leader, pushing him aside.<\/p>\n

\u201cRun! Get the fuck out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

I jump to my feet and someone tries to grab me, but I dodge them. I begin to run, making my way down \u00a0the mountain. I look behind me and someone is chasing me, but I keep running. My eyes are covered in blood, my hands are restrained, and I am only wearing boxers\u2014but I keep running. I run for ten minutes and stop to breathe. I wait, and soon I see the girl I drove with running after me. Someone is chasing her, so we keep running. We run up a hill and through a pool of water. We keep going until we reach the car. The medic waits for us, cuts us loose from our restraints, and our keys and clothes are returned to us. We get in the car, safely, and drive back to civilization.<\/p>\n

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This was a fragmented story. A story of demons, darkness, and disappearing. A cruel woman seduces girls to fall in love with her. She initiates them into her dark world, forcing them to disappear as a part of a dark ritual by an unknown group. An Australian man\u2019s wife suffered this fate: she fell in love with this woman and was led down her dark path. I suffered the same fate. But the man faced his demon; he knew he had to kill this woman to save others from the same fate. He went to the hotel room\u2014and violently strangled her. He ended what he thought was the demon. But I don\u2019t think he ended it. The group that led the initiation, the group that sent me to that hotel that night is still sending others out into the desert to disappear. To vanish<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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This is the end of our V A N II S H Recollection (& Part Five). Please read\u00a0Part One<\/a>,\u00a0Part Two (Death)<\/a>, Part Three<\/a>, and Part Four (Death)<\/a> if you missed them.<\/p>\n

Check out The Parallel at Heretic Horror House<\/a> for more information and follow their Facebook<\/a> and Instagram<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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