On top of mount Zar in southern Poland stands a naked tree, the unique thing about this tree is that it is without leaves throughout the year, it’s not dead either, as previous tests have shown that it is aging and it’s around the two hundred years old. Whilst I was in Poland, I’ve decided to check out this tree; you see I’m a botanist and this phenomenon most certainly interested me. I ended up doing some private research around this mountain and it turns out there is some kind of bunker under the mountain. My little expedition ended up turning into an archeological discovery, it turns out this bunker is actually a former Nazi facility and according to the archeologists working on that site, something unpleasant happened inside the facility. I’ve been told there are many skeletons inside, some with wood stuck between the bones.
They also found some sort of diary in this bunker; it was mostly written in German but there is a short passage in Russian as well. I’ve asked for a translation of the text out of pure interest and when I received the fax containing the text I was a bit perplexed by content. It details some experiment, the point of which is to gain the ability to accelerated regeneration, I am not sure if it is an authentic diary or just an elaborate hoax by some local, seeing as how the contents detail something highly unlikely, even today, let alone over seventy years ago. My colleagues back home and family are skeptical, even more skeptical than me, but I’d still like to share this with you people, perhaps some of you might be familiar with a similar text or content.
It’s also important I note that most of the text in the file was undecipherable and I have only a translation of a fraction of the content, so please bare with me.
“The experiment has begun, apparently some of our guinea pigs tried to escape this facility, but our fine soldiers were able to catch up to the escapists and they ended up being a part of the dinner we hosted for the rest of our guinea pigs. Those savage Slavs seemed pretty happy about the rebellious meat we provided them. Anyhow, tomorrow morning we inject them with the serum and hope for the best. My colleagues here estimate the majority of them won’t survive, there are some who even believe this experiment will not work, however I am optimistic about this. 7/9/41”
“We injected the serum to the guinea pigs a week ago, and today we started testing them, I suppose it did not take effect yet or perhaps it does not work, as seeing how every time we had a soldier wound a Slav, his body would not fix itself. I am still optimistic however; we just need to give the issue more time. 14/9/41”
“It’s been a month since I’ve last written in this, work is in abundance and time is scarce. Still no positive effects from the serum. Subjects however began to get ill and a few have already died after having flu like symptoms, we’re making sure the subjects are kept in the best conditions possible to avoid any kind of miniscule pandemic that might attack our subjects. I’ve been told today that Herr Himmler wants us to stay in the facility until the completion of this experiment, trapping us here with these lowlife Slavs and bored soldiers… Not What I had been hoping for when I signed up for this. I will update later once more, work is calling. 14/10/41”
“More dead… still no results… soldiers had gone completely insane, started killing the subjects. We lost four subjects… An Aryan soldier should not be used as a guard dog; he needs to kill and slaughter enemies of the Reich… 29/10/41”
“Still no progress, we keep losing subjects to either disease or the serum, we’ve managed to keep the soldiers at bay but letting them leave the facility in pairs at a time. It’s been five months since we’ve started this experiment and all we have is a pile of useless decaying corpses. I am well aware that this is an important experiment but I have already lost faith in this, I think someone needs to report to the highest ranks that we are achieving nothing here but the waste of valuable manpower that could be used on either of our fronts. On a brighter note, the causes of death among the subjects now vary and are sometimes extremely excruciating; it brings joy to my heart to know that these dogs end up dying in unimaginable agony. Common causes of death now; rupture of the bowels, which leads to the dogs vomiting their shit, bleeding to death through the facial orifices, or gradual complete paralysis over the course of a few days. It does make our nights sleepless sometimes, as these pigs tend to scream for help or something of the sorts whenever these things happen. The pleasure their suffering brings me is worth losing some sleep over. 7/2/42”
“They just keep dying, still nothing positive, still not letting us out of here – we were told to stay until the last of the dies or until the serum works, we had five deaths today, Friday the 13th is a bad day it seems. 13/3/42”
“At this point all of them died, but two; a seventeen year old Russian male and a twelve year old Russian female. I suppose this nightmare will end soon now, when they both die. Strangely enough neither of them showed signs of the serum working so far – I’m not so sure we’ve even injected them, well if nothing happens in the next couple of months, I’ll shoot them myself it that’s what it takes to leave this wretched place. Nobody is having a good time here, it turns out one of the soldiers already suggested to make fresh corpses into meat and consume them. May God help us, any kind of God 2/6/42”
“Finally success! The male one showed signs of accelerated regeneration. At first he was having a bad fever and his heart eventually seems to have stopped after three days of boiling inside of his chest, but then, he surprised us all when he gasped for air a few minutes we announced his death. We were already carrying his body to the room in which we piled all the other corpses and then he just straightened his body upward from the stretcher, one of the soldiers was surprised so much by the occurrence that he shot the subject in the stomach. The Russian dog yelled in pain and jerked his body backwards and the stretcher was dropped to the floor, the soldiers were about to spray the subject with bullets but then one of them noticed a bullet just rolled from underneath the subject. We must run more tests! 17/7/42”
“We’ve been testing the subject all week long, he seems to be healing from everything we do to him; slash wounds, cut wounds, bullet wounds, even a severed arm – he reattached it. One of the soldiers asked to fight the subject to test the limits of the accelerated healing and the same soldier ended up dying from cardiac arrest; seems like he was too excited to kill a nigh-immortal human being. I wonder what we will do with him now. More tests need to be done on him and the other subject – she still does not display any signs. 24/7/42”
“Something is not right, something unplanned happened today. I’ll start from the beginning: apparently the male Russian subject, no, Russian hog, he was screaming since dawn in his cell. Once the cell was opened that little shit was standing in the middle of his room with his robes on but he had some sort of spikes coming out of his left shoulder and upper back. I’ve been told this by a soldier who ran straight to my dorm, shaking and with piss all over his pants, I was about to scold him but he didn’t let me. He just mumbled about the Russian hog being a monster, a tree monster. Apparently, once the door to his cell had been opened the Russian hog pressed his hand against one of the soldiers and this action caused branches to pierce through the soldier. I was also told he snapped one of the spikes on his back and shoved it up another soldier’s head, killing him on the spot. A third soldier was killed by another spike that the Russian scum allegedly pulled out of his wrist, this time however once the spike was lodged into the soldiers body, the Russian motioned with his hand and it expanded into multiple branches. I was taken aback by this, and thought of it as nonsense but once I left my dorm to see what the commotion was about a loud cracking sound shook the facility, a tree stump began rising from the ground upward – impaling with its branches everyone inside the facility, as if it knew where were people. At the center of it all stood the Russian monster we’ve created, covered in blood, with a rain of blood coming down upon him from the branches of the tree stump, he stood in a pool of blood that belonged to my people, how dare he!
“He saw me, He saw us, it saw us… It’s gaze… While appearing human, it was not the gaze of a man, it was not a gaze of a subhuman, it was a gaze of something else… something different. I think it’ll come after me soon, I really hope a magazine full of bullets to its brain mass will stop this thing… If not, Heil Hitler! Hail the Reich! 27/7/42” ________________________________________________________________________________________
The following part, is the last part I received the translation of, unlike the previous parts it was written in Russian, I guess the man that the previous sections spoke about had written this down. ________________________________________________________________________________________
“I’ve done it, I’ve freaking done it, I’ve killed them all… I have ended this hell, for all of us. I have ended all these fascist dogs, they deserve it, they killed so many people and for what? For nothing… I might as well leave a message to anyone who attempts the same in the future; know that I condemn you to hang on the branches of that bleeding naked three out there, if you repeat this hell! I cannot die like a normal man now, so that makes me either a monster or a God, and I do not want to be a God, there is only one God out there… so I prefer to die as a monster right here.
“I’m going to use the girl to try and kill me or at least end my active life by decapitating me. I made her watch as I clawed out my own heart in an attempt at suicide, which did not work, she was begging for me to stop… I ignored her… I kept... Broken… My heart was outside… She was crying… Begging… Now she’s broken, definitely broken… I found a hacksaw, told her to cut my head off when I’m done writing this… She’ll do it… Her body alive - soul dead…
“I just want her to swim in my brains… The idea of it sounds so good… I don’t know… I’m a monster now… Or maybe a God… Not sure anymore.
“It’s time to turn a little girl into a broken murderer… Damn! That naked tree covered in blood looks so good!
Hack my neck like you would a tree!”
Written by BloodySpghetti