The Roanoke Incident

The Roanoke Incident was an incident (suspected to be) caused by Neilseph Guard. Many have presented their accounts of what had happened, though none could be confirmed.

The Roanoke Incident was the mass disappearance of Colonists from the British colony of Roanoke (Roanoke is in modern-day North Carolina). All colonists from Roanoke, including the group of one hundred sent out under John White, have never been seen again. In the August of 1590, there was no one at Roanoke.

 The Roanoke Incident: Report #01

This report was found by a diary left behind of one Allison Smith -

July 13th, 1588

My mother and father have been rather busy as of late. The drought has hit us very hard. We must ration out the meager food supply we have left. May God have mercy as we can not say for sure that we will endure the coming winter. Every time I come home from the schoolhouse I see my mother weeping. I always ask her what is wrong, but to no avail. My father is almost always absent as he has to tend to the failing fields. We are in desperate times of need, though no supply ships have come in a rather long while. We must endure, but how? I don't know, though I will still hang onto my hope.

July 15th, 1588

As dawn broke, I had peered outside of my window to see a strange figure. I had rubbed my eyes again and he was still there and not just an illusion. My heart began pounding and I had went to my closet to fetch my coat. As I had cracked the closet door I heard breathing. My heart began to race, who was in there?! With fists ready I had swung open the closet door. No one was in there, it must have been my imagination from not sleeping much over the past few days. I had began to turn around and saw him. Standing in front of me now was the mysterious figure from the window. I began to scream, though I suddenly stopped. The man was an old, wrinkled, kindly fellow with grayed hair. It feels like I've seen him before, but from where? I began to talk, though he had cut me off. He had said to me "My child, no need to be afraid. All your pain and suffering shall soon be over. You are a chosen one. Come with me to ascend past the pain you mortals feel. If you choose to come with me, I will await your arrival at the bakery at the dead hours of the night." I had tried to ask more of why he was here or who or what he was. No response. I went to look for my parents, though they were no where to be seen. Had they too gone with this man? The colony is in a state of failure and my parents seem to have disappeared, so I am considering accompanying the man.

End of Report.

 The Roanoke Incident: Report #02

''This report was uncovered through excavation and historical dig sites around Roanoke in 2011. The report was made in a book of public records, seemingly written by a man suspected to be John White.''

July 21st, 1588

Damn, another missing persons case to be solved. This is the 81st disappearance this month. First they were all just random victims, now a whole family? Locals keep saying that before each disappearance there is an unknown gentleman nearby each of the victims, though no one has any proof or reason to why this is happening. I need to clear my head, this is just too much for me.

July 22nd, 1588

God, help me. I found "it". As I went on a stroll, I had found a massive pit of mangled and twisted bodies leaking blood like a fresh spring. There were at least 200 bodies in there. I keep hearing whispers around me as I try to escape this forest such as "Embrace me. Stay here. You are not alone." What does this all mean?! I keep seeing that man, that thing, appear and disappear as it pleases. It keeps getting closer and closer, how much time do I have left? Family if I do not return, just remember I love yo-

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Praise Clyde.

End of Report.

''' Neilseph Guard's whereabouts remain unknown. '''