The Left-turn Hallway of Black Raven State Park: A BAGAR File
         Crimson runners lay in the middle of a long hallway of a room made entirely of cold and raw obsidian-toned stone, but most assuredly not one of a natural occurrence. A stone rectangular planter rests on each side of the rug housing fresh soil and a red currant in full bloom. The room is well lit without a light source to be found. The ceiling shines an unnatural white casting no shadows. The rug leads one down the hallway room and to an eventual left which when made leads to a room not unlike the one just exited. A look back reveals a fading memory inaccessible in form or thought.
         After a fourth left, one would assume to find itself back at the starting point, but the familiarity of the rooms in their successive mimicry falters at points of seemingly easily identified and mendable mistakes. Tufts and blemishes of stains in the endless running fabric beneath your feet dividing the room, one does its best to remember them, but they never repeat.  Cracks in the wall and floor where these unnatural and impossibly large stones were placed to form the room are unique upon each room forward down this endless hallway. The red currants, a complimenting tone to the ever present rug varies in rate of growth and blossom.
         One would be lucky or unlucky to experience a rumbling or persistent hum while in the hallway. The noise, while impossible to ignore, affects nothing but one guest in the hallway. Does it speak? Does it mean harm? Is it a warning or a guide? An impossibility of a corridor, expansive as far as it must go but constantly rewriting what has ever been in its place. Just the same but brand new in its insistence of existence.
[LETTER ONE]
         It is unknown the means at which one can allow themselves entry into what we have termed The Left-Turn Hallway. We have recovered evidence of its existence within the 100m radius centering upon the visitor center for Black Raven Rocks State Park located just on the border of Oregon and Washington state along the coast of the two states. Excursions have been conducted by The BAGAR over several decades:
Four in the 70s
Nine in the 80s
Thirty-six in the 90s
One-hundred and twenty-two in the 00s
Ten in the 2010s
With no success of getting a team inside of the hallway. Evidence of varying degrees of importance has been acquired from many tourists that have found themselves lost in the hallway over the years. Interviews and review of their persons and often pristine film and digital imagery captured have alluded the Bureau to no further understanding to how one finds their way into the Hallway.
         This letter of request of approval is being presented to the board of the Bureau to allow a one agent, Kipper Filmore, and a small team of five agents who will be chosen and approved by Supervisor of Geoflora Investigation , Marshawn Hodges, to be allotted the necessary and required research tools to head to the Black Raven State Park visitor center this November 2026 and conduct a new method of gaining entry into The Hallway and acquire first-person accounts and evidence for The Bureau. With the success of recent excursions across the west coast of the USA, particularly those under my observation on site in:
Horsehead Bridge (Yosemite National Park)
Tangle-root Cave (Joshua Tree)
Glass Cove (Santa Monica, California)
enacted under Hodges command, I and the rest of my colleagues are hopeful in our success with excursion and hope The Board too can find the faith in us that we have in ourselves.
Kipper Filmore
Head of Geological Manipulation
Bureau of Astronomical and Geological Anomaly Research
August 8th, 2026
[END OF LETTER ONE]
[LETTER TWO]
Daily correspondence was well received and expertly written by agent Filmore who of sound mind and body assured me the team were going to visit the visitor center on the first Wednesday of the month of November. Furthermore, information of the weather forecast insisted that of a snowstorm, perfect for ensuring the team would have little to no interference from the locals and tourists alike.
         When the crew arrived at the soon-to-be investigation site, they were met with no opposition from the park rangers nor from the employees of the gift shops. They all happily bundled up and took their cars back home under the guise of Filmore and his team were researchers for the state with written permission to make the center their station for the season. The First week of messages showed no issue in setting up a perimeter of cameras, trackers, and geological trackers imbedded deep into the soil after a removal of heavy snowfall. Once set up, the team received no abnormalities aside from the occasional local fauna entering the investigation perimeter.
         Deep into the second week of the investigation, was when the messages received from agent Filmore became more disjointed and cause for alarm. Provided below are the fragmented but complete transcripts received from The Hallway investigation team between the dates of November 13th 2026 and November 16th 2026.
 Nov-13 5:46-5:50pm: Snow is so white. Its so blindingly white. The way the moon hits it like a mirror is almost exhausting to look at. Connors pigeon-holed himself when he went out to realign camera C when a woodpecker landed on it. Some ten paces outside the front door and ten back took him 15 minutes before he broke through the barrier. The cold flushed the color from his face and life from his lungs. He sat and drank soup the rest of the night.
Every morning the cameras are always messed with. Perkins insisted we install cameras to watch the cameras. The rest of us knew it to be just the wildlife and a city-girl like her couldnât comprehend that animals in their curiosity would decided to just leave a half-dozen cameras alone. END TRANSMISSION
Nov-15 6:05-6:10am: She was right. Something messes with the cameras. Itâs no animal. Itâs without life. Itâs without reason as far as we can see. Perkins has been talking to it since we awoke to our alarms. We cant make anything out but it hears us. We think.
~some time passes of silence. The Voice of agent Perkins is heard in a kind and reassuring voice followed by a low rumbling~
She thinks it likes her. She is opening the door. Sheâs letting it inside. END TRANSMISSION
Nov-16 11:16-11:18pm: Agent Perkins is gone along with Matthews, Vasquez, and King. Connors and I stayed put in the hallway. Perkins talked to that thing again and insisted it knew the way out. That damn thing was what got us in here in the first place. That was the whole plan, wasnât it? To get inside The Hallway. Connors doesnât look okay. Sick. Normal sick. The damn cold got to him. Weâve been sitting inside this one bend of the hallway for three days since Perkins and the others left. Are we bad at our jobs to be afraid right now? Weâre not hungry or thirsty. Connors is just weak and I believe he has some sort of pneumonia. He coughs and wheezes all day long. What even is a day. The hallway looks longer in person. No one ever takes photos of the ceiling and I can see why. Its just bright blinding white. White as that snow. Connors is gone. Its just me. I looked around the corner to the left, keeping Connors in my peripheral the entire time, I could see into the other room as I saw Connors in the previous and then he was in the next room and then he wasnât. I went back to the first room and waited a day. I moved forward forty-two hallways. No sign of Connors or Perkins or the others. Perkins friend is here again. It waits at the end of the hallway. It shakes the walls of my skull all night long. Why wont it leave? Iâll document its every step. Iâm asking it for permission to photograph it. I feel that it knows what I mean. END TRANSMISSION
Perkins, Matthews, Vasquez, and King made contact with The Bureau on November 17th with health and excitement in their hearts and voices. The evidence they had found has proven to be paramount to all investigations performed on Black Raven since the Bureausâ inception.
Agent Connors was spotted November 21st wandering the forests of southern Washington by a dairy farmer. He had frostbite on his left hand and was dangerously dehydrated. He was taken to a nearby hospital and they determined he had suffered severe hypothermia and pneumonia in both of his lungs. He is expected to make a complete recovery with rest and fluids. His kit while still upon his person was fragmented and deemed insufficient in quality to confiscate and keep as investigation evidence.
Head Agent Filmore at the writing of this letter has still been unaccounted for and is deemed MIA by The Bureau. Recovery of his personal kit has proved unsuccessful.
The investigation site at the Visitor Center was pristine. Photographic evidence of the anomaly that spoke to Perkins was captured by perimeter cameras A through D. Kodak film was used in the film cameras, that was set to capture a photo whenever movement was detected by tripwire or when pulled by one of the agents within the building. The digital cameras were set up with a 24-hour battery supply that recorded constantly except for the 5-minute interval at 5:30pm when agent Connors was ordered to replace the batteries with fully charged ones. This was captured several times on video and are labeled as âConnors Approaching #Xâ if you would like to view these, although they show nothing but white snow and Connors approaching cursing the cold through his hot breath. Video Evidence of the Anomaly shows a swarm of snow and dirt underneath it being swashed and thrown about in a vortex, at the center of that vortex sits a rounded-edges cube of stone, this stone was meticulously sampled by Agent Perkins who made physical contact with the anomaly on their first meeting and was able to retrieve a swab to be tested. This sample has since been tested and cross-referenced with the other indispensable samples she had acquired while within The Hallway and an exact match was found between the vortexâs stone and those of the walls and floors with The Hallway.
Further investigation was undertaken with each of the agents to get their personal experiences as is common with The Bureau. Close attention was put onto the Stone Vortex and what Perkins had heard it reply when she spoke to it. She insists that no words or emotions were conveyed from the Stone Vortex, but more of a direct communication of an understanding that transcended her human perception of communication. She claims to have known the response before she even asked it any questions. The other agents did not speak to the Stone Vortex. They heard nothing and were unable to translate or decipher any understandable information from the interactions with the Stone Vortex. At this point, the only other person who has had any decipherable interaction with the Stone Vortex is Agent Filmore who as stated previously, is still missing.
Despite the losses my sector has felt after this investigation, we all agree that the good thanks to Agent Perkins, Matthews, Vasquez, King and Connors have provided The Bureau with will be rewarding in our ongoing search to understand the world above and below us. And as for Agent Filmore, I still hold out hope for his safe return to this plain of ours in good health and with the evidence he knew he would find on this expedition.
Marshawn Hodges
Supervisor of Geoflora Investigation
Bureau of Astronomical and Geological Anomaly Research
December 21, 2026
[END OF LETTER TWO]
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This story, setting, almost every aspect is inspired by the works of Remedy Games with Control, The FBC, and their astonishing world building to bring horror and mystery to the most simplest of things. I recently had a nap on the couch, something I usually can never do. The room was dark and quiet and the cats allowed the moment to last. As my eyes closed and my mind began to relax, I found myself in a room of black with a long rug under my feet. The room was cold and bright yet the rocks ate the light that hit it like a ravenous dog. I dare not step foot beyond the rug. As i kept walking down the rug, i noticed a tree in a planter which i stopped to touch its flowers. There was an aroma coming from them but I opted to not stop and smell the flowers more. I reached the end of this room and was greeted with a singular destination of turning left into a room that resembled the one i had just left. The rumbling began and in an instant my dream transported me to a visitor's center of a forest within a state or national park. I have been planning a trip with my wife to Sequoia National Park for a few months now and in my dream the redwood trees were surrounding me and there were no people, an odd occurence if anyone knows just how crowded these parks can get. I was alone with the trees and their natural hum and whistling of the winds. I was lost but not in a bad way. The visitor's center was abandoned but well put together. There was a sense of complete safety in this moment. Just before I woke myself up from my nap, I had shifted between the redwood forest and the hallway rapidly, almost with every blink. This frightened me as the hallway rooms shifted and altered with every flash back to it. I wish I knew what dreams meant, but the least I can do is get them down.

















