I shouldn’t be posting this, but if they pull me off Facebook, at least I can say I tried to warn somebody.

Who is M. Voss?

My name is Travis Gorman. Not sure how long this’ll stay up. I don’t know the first thing about websites. Just needed a spot to dump this before it eats me up inside.

I’m in Pittsburg, Kansas. Born here, never left. Thought I knew all the gossip around town, but turns out I didn’t know half of it.

Found this red book. Heavy thing, cover all cracked up like old skin. Bad feeling the second I touched it. Brown knew it. Tom and Emily knew it too.

Now there’s another book. A novel, supposedly. I Would Die For You by Sulemana Abudu. Says it’s fiction. Maybe it is. But the names are changed and the stories line up with things I’ve seen with my own eyes. That’s more than coincidence, if you ask me.

Maybe I’m just losing it. But if you’re here, I figure you’re looking for the same kind of answers. I’ve got photos, recordings, little scraps that don’t add up.

And if this site disappears, wasn’t me that took it down.

Things I've

Seen

Don’t know if these prove anything. Just couldn’t sit on ‘em anymore.

Folks joke nothing happens here. They don’t know what I’ve seen.

The

Red Book

The book that shouldn’t be here. Picked it up at the flea market. Should’ve left it there. Too late now.

Heavy as hell. Feels alive. Don’t keep it near your bed.

Don’t know why I still have it. Feels like it has me.

The

Pittsburg Oddcast

Couple guys talking too much. Buddies started recording. Joke at first. Then they started connecting dots they shouldn’t have.

You’ll see what I mean.

Couple buddies on the Oddcast, messing around like usual, then they bring up I Would Die For You. A ‘fictional’ book. Listen close, tell me that don’t sound too close to home.

This one’s about Past Time. They find some old record, start laughing it off, until they play the track. Got no words for that sound. You’ll hear it yourself.

Now

They’re Both Here

Thought I was losing it until I saw this other book. "Fiction". Same damn story. Different names, twisted around. Now side by side on my counter. Like they belong together.

Didn’t believe it till I saw it sitting on the shelf at The Literary Cat. Now I wish I hadn’t.

Coincidence? I don’t buy it.