File C909-2

File C909-2-2 The Hood Entry Log

Government Entry Log 45098

Access Level: Accessible only during code white scenario or by level 9 administration.

Subject: The Dark Hood

Informant: Doctor James Blight

A man begins speaking in a tired, resigned tone that echoes slightly. "The Hood, not much to comment on really. You'd have more luck squeezing information out of a rock. The Free Masons look like children huddled in a secret circle compared to the Hood. First of all you have to take everything you know and toss it out the window, what you're about to read, must be important to you at this time, else you wouldn't be reading it all. The Illuminati, the Mafia, they all pale in comparison to the secret held just within the shadow beneath our noses. It starts with the town of [Redacted]. Its a place we know considerably more about than the hood. From various ancient texts we've collected from descendants of local indian populations, and the white tomb located at coordinates {Data Restricted}, we know of 10 self reincarnating deities. We've taken accounts of first hand experiences involving the deity known as the wolf, four, and the medicine man, now known as the doctor. The texts associate these creatures with various numbers from 1-10, and some are known by nothing but their assigned value. From what we can tell, Wolf is six, and the Doctor is seven. The murderer known as Four's numerical status is obvious. These are the facts, things we know, but the further we tread towards explaining the hood, the farther we reach into superstition and barely educated guesses. This set of 10 horrors was associated with color white. Ironic considering our preconceived notions of light and darkness. But they do fear the light to a certain extent oddly enough, though the color white itself seems to bring out their strength. Apparently their power is at its lowest in the darkness where you can't see them. All the better if you can't hear them. The hood wear blindfolds and ear muffs to make the most of these advantages. Apparently in this twisted world of horror what you can't see truly can't hurt you. Their uniforms are dark and of course include the ear and eye protection mentioned previously. The substance making up their cloaks is as of yet identified and dissipates quickly in lab conditions, leaving behind no residue or gaseous evidence of its existence. When held up to any object of the color white, said white object takes upon a grayish cast, implicating that the robes are used as protection against the 10 deities. But I digress, if you're in the position to read this file, which I know is locked up somewhere it most likely shan't be read, lest the worst is to come, you'll need solid information. Finding them is tricky at best and like grabbing hold of shadows at the worst. They're like a diaphanous mist, almost there though not fully, just within your grasp, then slipping between the cracks just as you close your fist. They appear when they please, and you simply have to make it worth their time. If code white has been initiated, then they'll most likely respond to their mantra. Simply recite "Only the shadows will be with me on my darkest night" and they'll be at your side. Referring to them as benevolent would be a stretch, though I assume you need all the help you can get. Don't attempt to converse with them, they won't respond. They seem to know what you're thinking at every turn anyways. But beware, once you get involved with the Hood, there is no out. It's like a black hole placed just outside your soul, trying to rip it from your body. You'll be part of a struggle more ancient than I believe we can truly comprehend. A war raging in the holes throughout the swiss cheese that is our universe. If you survive, you might go on to join them. I can't inform you what this would imply. Certainly you'd be more safe; they seem to be immortal. You'll be giving yourself up to a cause we assume is just, and in the best interest of our universe. But for this you give up your death. The sweet release of death is something we often forget to truly appreciate. Alas, I haven't tasted its sweet lips for years now... But thats another file. We find the hood to be stoic, skilled in combat, and the only beings capable of rivaling the white deities. I've visited where they hide out before, though I can't say its a place I'd visit again. Its more of an existence than a place actually, a location where thoughts and ideas can be created and interact, without the hinderance of physical form. I saw into the fabric of the universe.. but its all a blur now. But remember the words. Say them, call out to them, they might be you're only hope of fixing whatever wretched problem you've been faced with. I dearly hope that this shall never be read by any mortal man, but know this, they army against you may seem great, though where there is light, there will always be shadow."