One year ago on this day my father, Hayden Marx, died and shortly after, my mother Moira Marx followed him to the grave: Both deaths were due to an infection that the doctors had never seen before. Upon reflecting on the medical reports, they were both eerily similar. They claimed that their bodies were littered with tens of hundreds of scratches as well as three lacerations on the chest, each parallel to the other, as if an animal had bore into their skin, ripping away the flesh. The blood inside each of the bodies had hypercoagulated to a point that the density could be compared to that of maple syrup or even molasses in some areas. Personally, I was never close with either my father nor mother as they were both incredibly distant from me, never taking the time to even wish me happy birthday as I raised myself until I was finally old enough to move away. Therefore when they both passed away didn't grieve or weep, but instead continued living my life normally, never thinking about them again: That was until last night, when I believe I had a vision.
In my vision, my father stood against a glowing, white backdrop, his face bore a sad expression, almost as if he were depressed. His brown eyes were missing from their sockets as well, leaving bloody holes in their place. On his bare chest, there were the three lacerations that had been mentioned in his medical report, only they seemed much deeper than I recalled. Slowly, and from left to right, a new cut began to form under his ribs, allowing the warm blood to rush from the new wound and the faint smell of iron to fill the air around me. A few minutes passed before anything happened, but once the last drop of the red plasma trickled from his now pale body, a new substance followed. This grey, smoke-like matter began to cloud the area around me, making it difficult to see anything as my father's lifeless form was swallowed up by the gas. As the material grew thicker, the putrid smell of burning flesh assaulted my nostrils with such haste that I swear I felt as is forced it's way into my lungs. I wanted to vomit, but seemed to be paralyzed as any attempt I made yielded no results. The stench grew even stronger as my fathers figure stepped from the haze and moved directly in front of me, only his head was now replaced with that of a goat's. This being then lifted my father's hand and three of his fingernails into my chest, ripping their way through my skin and flesh as if they were made of wax.
I awoke to an intense pain coming from where the being had scratched me in
my sleep and upon examining, I had acquired the same claw-like slashes that I had seen on my father in my vision. I also had many scratches scattered all about my body from my neck down to my feet. Although, there was something oddly familiar about them. There was a note on the bathroom counter that I hadn't noticed before consisting of two lines of letters, numbers and other characters found on a keyboard. On the top line, the note read hm_4026, while the bottom seemed to be much more random, LN064896PA60. There was a partially scribbled out word on the back of the note that I recalled from many years ago, GOVDAT, the place where my dad worked.
Hours before my mother died, she ordered that the house, along with everything inside be destroyed except for one thing, my dad's old laptop. The laptop had been useless to me as it could not run anything other than a single icon that remained on the desktop called GOVDAT-shortcut. I had opened it before revealing a console window, only when I typed anything it responded, "ACCESS DENIED - LOGIN FOR CLEARANCE".
Everything following has been directly taken from the console...
GOVERNMENT DATABASE
WELCOME GUEST
> hm_4026 LN064896PA60
ACCESS GRANTED
WELCOME [Hayden Marx]
> hayden marx
ACCESS DENIED - INVALID COMMAND
> search keyword hayden marx
