Psyops MKUltra Diary

Chapter 4: The Secret Unfolds

Diary Entry: January 5th

I haven’t written for a few days. I couldn’t. After what the visitors said, everything feels... different now. I can’t stop thinking about their words—“You were made for this.” What does that even mean? Were Candace and I part of this program from the beginning?

I haven’t told Candace yet. I’m not sure how. I know she’s going through the same thing, but hearing it out loud, hearing that we were “chosen” for something bigger—it’s too much. I don’t even know how to make sense of it myself.

But here’s the worst part. My parents knew. They’ve always known. I could see it in their faces when the visitors spoke to me. They didn’t say a word, didn’t even try to stop them. They just stood there, like this was the way it was always supposed to be.

I’m trying to hold it together, but I can’t. How do you go back to normal after something like this? How do you pretend that everything is okay when you know that your entire life has been a lie?

Diary Entry: January 7th

Candace asked me what was wrong today. I’ve been avoiding her for the past few days, not because I want to, but because I don’t know how to tell her the truth.

We met up behind the school, like always, and she could tell right away that something was bothering me. I tried to brush it off, but she didn’t let me. “Marcus, I know you,” she said. “Something’s going on. Just tell me.”

So I did. I told her everything—about the visitors, about what they said, about how my parents have been in on it from the beginning. At first, she just stood there, listening quietly. But when I finished, she didn’t say anything. She just looked at me with this expression I couldn’t read.

“I had a feeling,” she finally said. “I didn’t want to admit it, but I’ve been feeling like we’re part of something bigger, too.”

I asked her if her parents had said anything, but she shook her head. “No, but they’ve been acting strange, too. They’re hiding something.”

We both know it now. We’ve always known something wasn’t right. But now it’s real. There’s no more pretending.

Diary Entry: January 10th

The visitors came again today. This time, they didn’t bother with my parents. They came straight for me.

I was in my room when I heard the knock on the door. At first, I thought it was just another one of Dad’s business meetings, but when I saw who it was, my stomach dropped. The same man with the gray hair, the same cold smile.

“We need you to come with us,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “It’s time for your next phase.”

I wanted to run, to hide, to do anything but follow them. But something inside me—something I couldn’t control—made me walk down the stairs and out the door. My parents didn’t say a word. They just watched as the visitors led me outside, their faces expressionless.

They took me to a car parked outside. I wanted to ask where we were going, but I knew they wouldn’t tell me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, but I couldn’t make myself speak.

We drove in silence for what felt like hours, but I knew it hadn’t been that long. The city streets turned into empty highways, and soon we were driving through what looked like a forest. I had no idea where we were.

Finally, the car pulled up to a large, gray building hidden behind a wall of trees. It didn’t look like much from the outside, but as soon as we stepped out of the car, I could feel something... wrong. The air felt heavy, like the whole place was charged with some kind of energy I couldn’t explain.