Robert Edward Kennan [CENSORED] himself in the Fall of 1999. I wasn’t there but it’s where my story begins.

It begins with Rob, 17 years old, sitting in a burning car in the middle of a crowded parking lot one Monday night in October.

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A couple days ago I posted a story called "Footsteps" here on /nosleep. There were a number of questions that made me curious about certain details about my childhood and so I spoke with my mother.Support us on patreon and get access to episodes 24 hours early!►https://patreon.com/TalesAfterMidnight_?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLinkMy Favourite Stories so far!►https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dpcoTP3H1M►https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFASIBFImKY►https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuq568KLjbYRead the Original Story!►https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/kcl8q/balloons/Prefer to listen on Spotify?►https://open.spotify.com/show/1LNzSFrcdNWdTK2x8vTk12Want to help out by lending your voice to a story?►https://discord.gg/9YfZrhFDvz

During my childhood my family was like a drop of water in a vast river, never remaining in one location for long. We settled in Rhode Island when I was eight, and there we remained until I went to college in Colorado Springs.

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There are nights when I wish I'd never opened the museum. Not because I regret what I've collected. I regret learning that evil doesn't stay where you leave it. Three months had passed since my investigation at the Deadridge Hotel. 

Three months since the brass key marked 366 had become the first artifact secured inside the Blake Radner Occult Museum. Three months since I learned that locking something away doesn't necessarily mean you've contained it. 

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When I was 16, I worked at a small gas station on a lonely street. I did it for a quick buck, only working 20 hours a week. It was easy, and we were never busy, so most of the time, I would sit at the counter and do schoolwork. The gas station was small, inside and out.

4 pumps sat in front, just right off the side of the road, and the building itself was smaller. There was a one-room bathroom, one middle row of snacks, two fridges, and then my little counter area.

We had a back room, but it was used as storage instead of a break room. Behind the building was a large dumpster, but to access it, you had to walk out of the front door and around the building.

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I need to write this down before I forget it. Before my mind changes it into something softer.

That's what minds do, right? They protect you. But I don't want protection anymore.

I want someone to believe me.My name is Claire. I was thirteen. My brother, Tommy, was eight.

That's all you need to know for now.

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I've spent twelve years chasing the things that hide in abandoned buildings,

forgotten churches, forests where maps stop making sense, and houses people swear

should have burned down decades ago. I've stood inside hospitals where invisible

hands dragged metal beds across empty wards. I've watched shadows move against the direction of light.

I've heard voices whisper my name in places where no living person could possibly have been standing.

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WARNING: Depictions of loss and addiction

Have you ever felt profound loss? Not your run-of-the-mill pet passing away or going to your grandpa’s funeral when you were twelve. A grief so heavy that you can't breathe. When we lost our second child five months into the pregnancy, it fundamentally changed us.

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This is long, so I apologize for that.

I’ve never had to tell this story with enough detail to actually explain it all the way, but it is true and it happened when I was about 6 years old.

In a quiet room if you press your ear against a pillow you can hear your heartbeat.

As a kid, the muffled, rhythmic beats sounded like soft footsteps on a carpeted floor,

and so as a kid almost every night – just as I was about to drift off to sleep –

I would hear these footsteps and I would be ripped back to consciousness, terrified.

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About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US.

I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate,

who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time,

I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.

I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid.

I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite.

But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.

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