Petey’s Paradise
The Hum calls…
Someone is reading… The Hum is listening.
He never finished it.
The Crying Rooms still echo. Petey’s Paradise still calls. The White Arch still waits.
Victor’s logs are still sealed.
He said to read Frank first.
“Frank started this to warn us. Read his journal before you read mine. The Hum is listening. Prove you listened.”
I’m piecing together what he left behind.
Help me finish it… before the hum finishes us.
[Victor’s Journal — May 4, 2026]
Research has slowed to almost nothing.
Between the blackouts, trying to hide what’s happening, keeping Fred controlled, hiding it and acting normal around Erin… I’m barely keeping it together.
I keep finding new files on my computer I don’t remember making. Folders I never created. Pages that aren’t on the website anymore. Petey’s Game — the one I’ve been working on — has vanished from the site. I’ll put it back on soon.
There’s more people visiting the site now. I can see them through the logs. They’re aware of the Hum. I saw some of them leaving the town. I’m not sure if it’s too late for them.
There’s more here. More than I know. Maybe you can help. I’m becoming worse. Useless.
— V.
(I think that’s still my name)