The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 119 : Harmony Care Home VI (FINALE)

Episode Date: April 3, 2026

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Sounds harmless enough, right? Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on. November 29th, 2023. That's the date of my last post about Harmony Care Home. Interesting fact, Emma and I recently celebrated her anniversary. We know we've been together for about two years, but we can't remember either of us how we first met. Funny thing to forget in your anniversary, by the way. Opening this old box of relics from the care home, reading these old posts, it's really bringing it all back.

It's hazy. Like it all happened as someone else. It's kind of, I don't know, nostalgic. But also sad that we don't get to keep any of this in our heads. I know it'll disappear as soon as I finish fucking reading. But hey, better to be alive and amnesic than dead. So anyway, here it is. My final post from November 29, 2023, chronicling the end of Harmony Care Home.

In 1963, a beautiful young blonde stepped into the office of Roderick Crane. Roderick was handsome, intelligent, and mesmerizing, and the young Lolita Carmichael fell deeply under his sway. Whether she had sadistic tendencies before then is a mystery, but what is certain is that by the time Roderick founded Harmony Care Home in 1969, renovating the original building and adding the sub-basement with its special room, Lolita was wholly devoted to his bloody rituals. residents often reported hearing shrieks overnight, and in the morning, the deceased would be shipped out in body bags for cremation. Some residents reported being brought downstairs, having hot wax dripped onto their skin, or strange words chanted over them in a pitch dark room. These allegations were dismissed as signs of the patient's dementia, but the allegations persisted, and after one resident was.

found with maggots dripping out of open wounds, and another fled into the night to die of hypothermia, a flurry of media attention put the care home in the national spotlight. The ensuing outcry brought Harmony Care Home to the brink of closure. Then, on August 16, 1981, the fire began that would ultimately claim over a dozen lives and permanently shutter its doors. Whether Roderick truly intended to use the blaze as a means to complete the ritual or whether he merely intended to collect on the insurance is vastly unclear. But what is clear is that Lolita was now a liability to Roderick.

He escaped alone, leaving the building to burn with his former assistant inside. Though strangely, the fire abated of its own accord. poured shortly after he left. Causing mostly cosmetic damage to the building, save for the destroyed South Wing. Harmony Care Home sat abandoned for decades. Until 2003, when a woman named Queenie Smith arrived

to inspect the property for redevelopment. After rediscovering a beautiful but comatose blonde with a broken neck in the basement, Queenie fell under the Care Home's spell, becoming nurse to the young woman. Soon after that, Queenie vanished. Her identity and assets taken over by the sleeping blonde in room 333, who by this time was recruiting more staff in residence.

The rest, as they say, is history. As for the future, Harmony Carahom has been slowly accumulating funds, with a plan for total renovation and a grand reopening to attract an influx of new residents. But the care home was hit hard by the sudden consecutive losses of its head nurse and manager. And it was around this time that a con man. Hey folks, Jack here. I had to play a trick with my last post. Sorry about that, but I figured if you were fooled, I know for sure she was.

Let's unpack my lies for a sec here. The truth is, becoming a resident was always the plan. There was just no way I was going to get into that ritual room and see that name carved in the ceiling without being converted, right? But I had to make it look like I was trying, even if I was mostly just trying not to shit my pants. Obviously, I avoided mentioning Lolita's history before this post. I investigated her right at the outset, but it was imperative.

She think I dismissed her. Also, there's one very important thing I neglected to tell you about. It happened when Lucas and I first encountered the custodian in the ritual room. Remember I mentioned a book on the table? Well, what I didn't mention to you is that I actually tore most of the pages from that book and hid them and brought them out with me. Those moments down in that dim corridor

with the lights flickering off one at a time were truly the most terrifying I've ever experienced. But if it hadn't been for Lucas' fuck up with the elevator, we'd never have stumbled across the book. and it was in the pages of the book that the seeds of this whole plan started. So I'd be remiss not to mention it.

Also, I didn't come up with the plan solely on my own. I had input from Emma, Aaron, Minji, then others. Wow, Jack, that's a lot of folks. Yep, I haven't mentioned of as much before because, well, it was safer not to, really. But now let's talk about Emma and Aaron and Lucas and Darlene and every fucking buddy else and what they've all been on. up to while I was in room 313. In the beginning of her hospitalization,

Darlene begged to be returned to Harmony Care Home, but after several days, she underwent a dramatic physical and mental recovery, and by the time of discharge, she'd mostly returned to her old self, and believed she'd stayed at Harmony Care Home to recover from an illness. She expressed a desire to return someday in her sunset years,

but for the time being seemed happy in her daily life. and was especially over joy to be greeted by Prometheus, waiting for it home. Yep, Emma took him back. Can't believe how much I missed the big fluffball. Thanks for all the fishy kisses, buddy. Lucas, well, he actually had a harder time reconciling his memories of Harmony Care home with reality. Since he was shocked to find, he'd essentially been a missing person while working his new job. Furious over his stolen days, he became a dedicated part of Emma's team.

and suggested using fire for the final plan, insisting that if the fire department were called, he could ensure his colleagues would trust our story and help us against Lolita. As for Emma, she went to extraordinary lengths to make sure she wouldn't forget me. The only way for her to fight the amnesia was by making sure she always came and touched the peeling sign.

Touch made the illusion fall away so that she could see the black grime. streaking its surface. Only then would she review our notes and videos and actually believe them. For the duration of my time in room 313, Emma lived in an Airbnb nearby so that she would not miss a day of touching that sign.

Then around 10 each morning, after she'd gotten her own memories in order, she'd message the others, and they'd meet up to resume her main project, reaching out to families. You see, breaking the amnesia is, difficult but not impossible, especially when some of these family members

already had niggling doubts about the fates of their loved ones. Emma's tireless efforts allowed her to slowly make inroads with about a dozen people who'd recently lost relatives. In short, while I was stuck in 313 typing up Reddit posts, Emma was laying the groundwork, doing all the heavy lifting that would be critical. And now,

let's pause and talk about some of those secret messages. I spent so much time crafting. If you bothered to decode the ciphered messages like Emma did, they came out to, spoiler alert. This is when you go back and try and figure it out, by the way, before you come back here. Number one, inside I am trapped in room.

Number two, three-one-three. Number three, three days left to go. Number four, find ritual. in sub-basement and number five kill schism to beat Lolita they explain the plan

sneak into the sub-basement to perform the ritual using the name or at least the word Roder Kuse when summoning the entity which was schism also these messages set the time for our plan's execution three days left to go

which brings us to next Now, the moment I post. The moment Emma reads and decodes the final message. So let's go there now. At the moment of the final message, Emma is probably at her usual coffee shop with Aaron and Lucas and Min G. All of them reviewing their notes because they have to do this every morning due to the amnesia. Lucas maybe asks Emma something like...

So, did you guys really hook up? Shut up, no. Maybe. I don't remember. actually do remember him because I remember working there and I know they're false memories or whatever but he was a visitor and we went down the elevator and he tried holding my hand the whole time she actually does know we hooked up because she has a video message she made for herself about it but she doesn't share that with the group because of how strange it makes her feel she's also wearing

my hoodie same when i've got on in the video with my face stitched up and maybe the feel of it or the scent of it helps her remember me just a little bit. But mostly, she's driven by her memories of what the care home did to Grams. Because of what she recalls when she touches the peeling sign each morning. She remembers meeting with me in the parking lot and the book with the chicken soup dust jacket. She's got the book now. And then she remembers seeing Grams holding the dead cat, the dust jacket, coming in her note she has written.

I've read All Jack's posts, and it's like, I know his face when I see him in the videos. I even know what he's going to say. Usually something idiotic and jokey. But who is this guy? If nothing else, I have to rescue him from this care home so I can at least meet him. Emma is still writing when she gets a notification. She reads the final post, writes down the decoded message, and immediately. begins reaching out to the family she's connected with.

And now, while Emma and company are reading my post, I'm hunched at my keyboard, jaw clenched and head swimming, trying with all my might to stay in the present, because it's been over two weeks, and the illusion really does swim in and out. When my fingers are tapping on the keys, I remember. But when I just sit here, it seeps over me. I'm in that happy, dreamy place, and it's so easy to lose hours and hours there,

especially because I'm so... So? Part of my exhaustion is sleep deprivation. Seriously, how many winks would you catch in a haunted care home? I've also had very little to eat because I don't have a fridge in this room, and the only food I trust is the chips and prepackaged stuff I brought with me, so I've mostly been operating on caffeine and terror. In short, that was a mess before. I got connected to the custodian.

But ever since the connection, the more I exercise, the more I eat, the more I try to regain energy, the more deeply I'm drained. So I haven't really been moving much in the past few days. My phone pings. Emma. We're only supposed to message each other casually

to pretend everything is normal. It's probably some bullshit just to throw Alita off for today. I open it so I can craft a reply. Minji found out we hooked up and keeps joking about me having babies. We used protection, right? I just stare. Stare for ages. Total disbelief.

And then I laugh. Laugh so hard, I almost cry. Emma, read your notes again, babe. You can't have my babies no matter how much you want him. I never said I want to. What are you talking about? It was a question. I'm trans.

Emma. If I got you pregnant, that would be some immaculate conception miracle. Oh. Okay. You. Is hammering my ribs like it's going to shatter them. Panic rising. Because if she's forgotten me, has she forgotten the fucking plan?

Prapped here? Well, I have to escape on my own? How? and suddenly I can't breathe. Can't think, can't process anything as my vision closes in until there's only three dots blinking across the screen. My breath held, my life suspended there. The dots vanish.

Emma doesn't respond. The air leaves my body in a whoosh. I don't remember sinking to the floor, but the next thing I'm sensible of is that I'm leaning against the wall below the window. angling my head to see the blue sky and hear birds chirping. And some part of me knows that it's November, and the forecast is cloudy. And I shouldn't hear birdsong.

But I close my eyes and listen anyway, and pretend I feel the sunshine, and I just sink back into the illusion because there is nowhere left for me to go. Meanwhile, Emma, Lucas, Aaron, and Min G. arrive at the care home, converging with family members of residents whom Emma contacted. It is the most visitors that have ever gathered at one time

since the care homes closure four decades ago. After some brief discussion and after everyone has touched the sign and the peeling paint, Gemma Rivera, the sister of Ronnie, leads the family members into the lobby to demand to visit their loved ones. Emma, Lucas and Aaron, meanwhile, sneak across the grounds to the damaged south wing. and fling Molotovs and smoke bombs, while Min G drives into cellular range and calls the fire department, before long flames roar out of the broken windows at the South Wing.

Sirens wail. I am so immersed in the dream of bird song and sunshine that I almost don't hear the freaking sirens. It's like being high, an intoxicating blend of euphoria and despair because I don't want to wake up back to reality. But as a sirens grow louder, part of my brain whispers. Move!

And despite the exhaustion, my muscles tense, limbs dragging me upwards into the door. Oh, God. My legs feel so atrophied. I didn't realize how bad it was until now. With my muscles wobbling like jelly beneath me. I'm not sure if I can even make it to the ritual room. Come on, Jack, you used to do parkour. you can fucking handle stairs.

I'm stunned at how much smoke is in the hall. Feeling my way down the corridor, I paused twice to catch my breath. By the time I make it to the lobby, firefighters and family members are arguing with Lolita and the dead nurses about evacuating. I can't really hear what's going on. There's a lot of confusion in the cacophony of voices.

Avoiding the crowd, I duck around the hallway and down to the basement stairs, open the door, and plunge in. Normally, my inner monologue would supply me with a little humor to help me through the scary bits, but it's just a series of fuck-meas over and over again, mixed with some say goodbye jacks. I'm too ill and exhausted for levity in the pitch-dark basement. It's always possible to meet the custodian. I scurry as fast as I can to the hidden door to the stairwell that leads down to the ritual room.

I've just passed through the door when something is... And I slam the door shut and quickly to send the final. staircase down to the ritual room. A case seemingly stretching forever. And there are no railings. I cling to the walls, desperately praying I don't stumble. It would be easy to break my neck and a dumb way to die after all I've been through. And then I flick on the light switch and a single golden orb illuminates the table. Casting the wood and the rug and the symbols. and stark relief while leaving the rest of the room shuddered in darkness. I lurch forward.

Fumble in my pockets for the pages on which I've made notes of the incantation in the name. Something clatters behind me. I turn my head, squint into the darkness at a shape shuffling just outside of the light. Me down the staircase to retreat. When cold fingers sees my wrist. Another hand grabs my other arm. Even if I had the strength to thrash and fight, the grip of the dead is feist-like. And their rotting odor chokes me.

I'm dragged away from the table and into the center of the room. Gerard, Kendra, and the other living dead are all around me. An ambush. And then a whisper at my ear. And the glowing figure of Lolita appears beside me, grinning ear to ear beneath wide blue eyes. Not while she's listening. If we allow that moment through now, it will be noticed. One moment, stay exactly where you are.

Leave a message. Yeah, I'm calling about a statue I picked up a little bit ago. A bunch of mammal pins on it and something in my house, like my mom. And it keeps not getting me right. Well, that would be nice. We'll continue a little out of sequence. It's safer that way. Now then, let's return to him

before he understands what's about to happen, shall we? The first time I visited Queenie in room 333, I had no idea who she was, only that she was among the oldest at the care home, a bed-ridden, rumpled old lady, who seemed to be always sleeping. Unlike most residents,

who lasted only a few, weeks to a few months, she'd lived here. I had a better idea of her identity the next time I met her. When I entered in the role of manager to fix the phone in her room, I approached her bedside to tell her the phone was fixed and squeezed her withered hand. Her skin felt smooth, a fraction of a second. The illusion broke. And she was a beautiful and ageless blonde. eyes closed and endless dreaming. Then I realized her hand and the wrinkles returned. The old woman appeared to scowl at me.

I smiled as if I hadn't noticed a thing and said, All right, well, the phone's working, so just ring if you need anything, Queenie, okay? That encounter confirmed my suspicions of what happened in 1981. Ready for this? Lolita is, and beneath the illusion, She hasn't aged a day. My guess is Roderick broke her neck on that fateful night, intending her to die. But she did not die.

Instead, she achieved something Roderick continually failed. She completed the ritual and summoned something from the other side. You see, Roderick spent so much time sacrificing others. Like a man killing only one turrets. than a dozen to make a bigger feast. But they were not truly a sacrifice, because they meant nothing to them, but the pain and anguish and misery.

Lolita experienced as she lay dying of a broken neck was not another person's. Her suffering, as she offered herself, was real. The custodian answered her. It gave her a mortal life. while locking her ageless body in a coma. From within this accursed sleep,

she could dream herself back into her perfect youth, dream the care home into whatever reality she wished, and draw others into that dream, control the dead, moving them like puppets and seeing through their eyes, and after I was converted, if the custodian is the care home's paranormal beating heart, Lolita is the brain.

And she can continue living this way forever so long as she keeps the custodian. The living dead dragged me to my knees like a prisoner before a queen. Oh, Jack. What a complete idiot you are. With your cute little plans and your secret messages, did you really think I wouldn't notice? I mean, I kind of thought you'd be distracted, to be honest. Please.

I knew you'd make one last big try. But where are your friends? Poor Jack. Did they forget about you? They're coming with the feds. Emma's been sending out her notes on this fucking place. You're on the map, Lolita. You're gonna get shut down. This time for good. Oh, come on now. These last ditch lies are pretty pathetic. Hey! Hey, this part's important. The secret messages. What?

Are you sure you decoded them correctly? What are... What are you doing here? She demands... staring off at something I can't see. Guess you didn't decode them that correctly. then you might have missed the secret secret message. There was a cipher, but then there was the secret

secret message where you only read the first and last word of each. Shut up! You bring this babbling idiot! The dead hands gripping my arms, fling me into a bookshelf, knocking old volumes off at the topple around me. Head rings from the impact. I'm trying to push myself up and one of the dead grabs me again and slams me down on the table. But I still find it in me to snicker as she screams at me. Jack, you little shit.

You see, the cipher for decoding the messages was simple. So that you, dear listener, and definitely Lolita, would be able to solve them. Message. You were almost certain to miss it unless you knew the system. Emini I agreed upon beforehand. Only the first and last words of each decoded message matter. The true secret message reads, You're playing along, you already know what this is, please.

Humor me. You've got to least try. Inside room 333, go find and kill. And this is why in my prior posts I had to pretend, though Alita wasn't important enough to factor into my considerations, I wanted her to think I was dead set on the ritual and that she could bring all her puppets down here to meet me and stop me. Except I was never going to take out the custodial.

If I've learned anything from previous paranormal encounters, it's not to mess with any sort of entity. But unlike the custodian, Lolita is human, with human faults and foibles. She got used by Roderick when he had her light the fire and then all but murdered her. And if Roderick could trick her, she thought I was here to play the hero. I already said, Jack here isn't the hero in any universe, not by any stretch of the imagination. No.

Emma's the hero. I'm just here as a distraction. While Lolita and her puppets are ambushing me, Emma, Lucas, and Aaron are nowhere near. Nope, they don't even enter the building. They might be seen by one of Lolita's puppets. Instead, they sneak around outside. keeping well away from view and dressed in firefighter clothes so that they won't arouse any suspicion

should someone glance out the windows. Lucas, a trained firefighter, helps them set the long ladder to the window of room 3333. And then Lucas ascends first, followed by Aaron and lastly Emma. All three armed with fire axes or machetes. On shattering the window and climbing in, Lucas finds himself face to face with a bedridden old woman. I think we got the wrong room, guys. Bring her down. It's the right room. Lucas obediently reaches for the old woman, only to swear when a cold hand seizes him from behind and drags him backwards.

You fuck! Aaron climbs faster, scrambling into the room just in time to see an impossible sight. An old man, throttling Lucas. Lolita kept one of her dead residents with her. My gamble apparently not succeeding in luring all of her living dead down into the basement. Can't fault me for trying. Aaron rushes forward, football tackling the old man only to scream. When upon his contact with the corpse, he breaks the illusion

and finds himself face to face with Jacob Mortimer, wriggling and rotting eyes and teeth falling from his gaping mouth. He fucking yells. Aaron skitters away on his back side while Lucas coughs and chokes, struggling to sit up. The dead man lunges for them. I'll kill you! I roll off the table and duck behind it. But then the corpse of Kendra Jones lifts that whole heavy thing right up.

Oh, shit. I try to crawl back, but there's nowhere to go. She brings a solid oak table down on top of me. Aaron swings his machete as Jacob Mortimer lunges with almost inhuman speed. Emma climbs into the window just as a dead man takes a machete in the arm, but then grabs Aaron's face, shrieking. Emma leaps on Jacob Mortimer's back, only to be shrugged off effortlessly. But Lucas is up now, axe in hand.

The dead man staggers as Lucas drives the axe into his skull, and he releases Aaron turning to face Lucas who backs away. Where the fuck is the old woman? Aaron tells her she disappeared as he snatches up his machete again, lunging once more at the dead man. While Lucas and Aaron circle the dead man, Emma looks frantically around the room. She knows the dead man will eventually kill them. Knows from my story about the murdered cop that these living dead are far stronger than they look,

and more are most definitely on the way up from the basement by now. She must act fast. But where's Lolita? How is it possible she disappeared? Before climbing into the room, Emma saw Lucas reaching down toward that bed beside the window. and then suddenly Emma understands. Unlike me, Emma cannot see through the illusion, but she doesn't have to,

because she has noticed where the dead man battles Lucas and Aaron and where he avoids and that he is keeping them from coming near the empty bed, and Emma lunges with her machete, snarling, and brings it down with all her might and an arc to that empty pillow where someone had recently lain. Eves, into the shoulder, of a sleeping young woman with blonde hair.

And the illusion of a scream pierces the air. And then Emma reels back and swings again. And this time, it takes the head. Lolita illusion disappears. The living dead in the ritual room collapse. All that was puppeting them gone. I'm still lying beneath that heavy overturned table. Alive.

But I've got no strength to lift it or wriggle out from under it. I'm stuck, unless someone comes down and saves me. Or, these are hot. And even though I've just gone through an experience objectively far scarier than anything I've dealt with before, still the reaction in my body is purely physical. Gut-wrenching, heart thudding, muscle clenching, fear. Tatos coalesce around me. Her vivid red dress is unmistakable, hugging her curves,

her shapely legs. And she kneels beside me. Pretty sure she's here to kill me. Probably by tracing those claws across my skin and then peeling the skin right off and reaching in to tuck out my guts and tie him in a nice bow while I'm screaming and screaming. That's pretty much how I always imagine it.

Let's do it! But she says, I know you won't sign a contract with me now. You'd rather do something. totally wasteful, like die here in this place and become the schism's permanent manager. But one day, Jack, one... I don't one of them remembers anything about that day.

Well, frankly, neither do I. Beyond my notes, of course. As for the care home itself? No, let's become a dead zone. Cordoned off by the authorities. Even the street that runs by it is permanently blocked. All website material related to it has disappeared, including all my reviews,

and it no longer pops up on GPS. I don't know what government team or agency is responsible, but it would seem they did a very thorough cleanup. I've got one more thing I'd like to tell you about. A video Emma took on the morning I was about to sign myself into the care home. We were in the parking lot. I just lit a joint. presumably to shake off some of the jitters.

And Emma aimed her phone at me and started recording. Emma, we know what's going to happen. The camera shakes. Turns until Emma has it facing on herself. Her eyes shimmering in her mouth set with determination as she talks to the camera. The camera flicks to me before turning back to herself. When I look at this video, I see a beautiful girl whose face I only recognize from our shared notes. And this beautiful girl is just bravely pouring out her heart.

Then she turns the camera on a man in his late 20s. A man who looks like he's been through it. His dark eyes are tense with what I have to assume is at least three quarter parts, terror, given what he's about to do. But also, he looks frozen by emotions he doesn't quite know how to process. When he says, I promise, he looks at the camera, like he knows I'm going to be watching in the future and it'll be on me to keep this promise or not

and for the life of me I cannot decipher what he means by that look does any of it even matter when we can't remember each other and it's like watching raw emotional footage of two strangers what would I even say to that girl in the video now what does a girl like her

got to do with a guy like me but here's what I would tell her I guess I wish you and your grams and the Cats all the best. I consider making this post to be fulfillment of my promise to the past you from the video. Promise delivered. And I hope that maybe that past version of you can be happy now. Knowing that you're okay.

I think turned out okay. And hey, I may not remember you, but the guy in the video sends his love. He wanted me to tell you that. To tell you both to be happy. Now and forever. Love. Well, that was illuminating. Explains all these word dreams I have about the creepy room I see when I close my damn eyes.

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