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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/manbearpig_248 on 2025-04-11 02:22:11+00:00.

I didn’t know if I was going to post after the past few days. But everything was already typed up and saved I just… sat on it I guess. But now I’ve decided I don’t care. Whatever happens to me happens. After I posted part three, some oddities happened on my account. I’m not going to dive into theories I’m just going to state the facts. I posted. Next morning, posts were still saying pending although they had comments and upvotes. Then they were all taken down as well as everything in my profile. I tried refreshing pages, rebooting routers, but nothing worked. Few hours later everything was back to normal after I called Jack and he did some backend computer work I couldn’t begin to comprehend or explain. For the story thus far, I’d normally post a link in the beginning of this to each part, but I’m gonna ask you to just go to my profile. The other parts are all there. For those already caught up, continue reading.

It’s like someone knew I was onto something and tried to wipe it, but failed. Then it happened. I got a call from Jacks mom. Not too weird but definitely out of the ordinary. She was panicked I could tell immediately. Asking if I heard from Jack. I hadn’t since the day before when he fixed my account. She went to his apartment this morning and his car was in the driveway but no sign of him. I told her I’d try to call then get back to her. The phone rang but immediately went to voicemail. I called back his mom and told her. She was going to the police. I tried to talk her out of it saying I’d try looking first some more. Thank god I couldn’t. I agreed to meet her at the station. Mother’s intuition is a crazy thing sometimes.

She was arguing with the officer who was clearly a kid fresh out of the academy who was just trying to follow procedure. He politely and professionally told us we can’t file a missing persons report for 48 hours. Jack’s mom wasn’t hearing it, and shortly thereafter, a detective overhead and came over looking more like he was trying to save the front desk officer than have genuine interest in our case. He sat us both down and asked what happened. We told him what we know, gave him Jack’s information, and he started to dial his phone right at his desk. “Sure you wrote down the right number, kid?” He asked me.

I looked confused. It was the right number for sure. “Says the number is no longer in service.” He added. “That’s impossible. It went to his voicemail recording this morning.” I replied. The detective looked at me slightly puzzled, wrote something down, then said he’d be in touch. He shook our hands and gave us his card in case there were updates. I told Jack’s mom I’d continue to do what I could and we went our separate ways. My head was spinning. This all had to be tied together, right? Something was telling me that whatever was going on with Jack was someone’s (or something’s) revenge for finding what we did. I went home and poured back over the rest of the journal I had already scoured. Here it is for you guys to see:

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February 20th, 2025

Dive day. The plan this morning is to go meet with Captain, then get all our equipment and monitoring devices set up and checked before we do final checks with the divers. I also forgot to mention the divers. Because they have to basically free-dive at that depth, they’re in a saturation chamber to acclimate their bodies to the pressure at depth. Normally for commercial sat divers, they need weeks of living in a pressurized chamber. But the Navy brought over some special saturation chamber they had on the aircraft carrier. That mixed with a newly developed intravenous cocktail, they only needed 24 hours in the chamber before going to the dive bell. Its going to be difficult to run final checks since they go directly from the chamber to the dive bell. But if I’ve seen anything in my time on board this ship its that everyone is oddly prepared. and by “everyone” I mostly mean the Navy. Having contingencies or plans in place like they had trained for this. 

The dive is scheduled for 0357UTC (11:57pm EST for reference). From what I’m told, conditions are ideal topside, both weather and currents included. I got to see the monitoring station where I’ll be during the dive. It is the newest and most high tech equipment. Looked fresh out of the box. I have a team of five people under me. James was my number two and we had three additional techs from MaritimeX. I’d be overseeing the dive in its entirety, monitoring the live footage from the diver helmets on a set of computer monitors. Id also have a headset with a direct line to the divers. No delays or interference at all. Or so I’m promised. Some sort of military tech. Obviously this being a military-involved operation, all the civilians were made to sine nondisclosure agreements. I didn’t know if i fell in the “civilian” or “military” category, so this journal is sort of a legal gray area. I like to tell myself that at least. 

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February 21st, 2025

My god. It was terrible. So terrible. Theres so much to tell I don’t know where to begin. My heart is pounding and my brain is racking itself trying to find some logical explanation for all of this. I’ll start from the morning of the dive. James and I ran through the plan once again with the team in the monitoring station. The techs ran us through a quick demo of how to use the basic parts of the dive cameras. I had a set of four screens in front of me. Three showing the helmet and body camera footage from each diver, and the fourth was from a submersible ROV unit that I was able to freely control. The techs set it up so it was operated with a video game style controller. Easy enough for anyone to use with some basic pointers. James had the same setup.

The divers exited their chambers into the dive bells. The adorned their suits. These weren’t the big astronaut looking ones you normally see in saturation divers that were hooked to the bell by a lifeline (a series of intertwined cables feeding air, hot water, and other important necessities straight to the diver suit). They still had helmets encapsulating their whole head, smaller, and atop sat a series of lenses and goggles that could be dropped down and interchanged. The suits were sleek, but clearly reinforced. Sort of like Iron Man, but less flashy and more subtle. A worker came over to each diver and used a power drill to secure the bolts of the helmets to the suits at the neck area. Then again but this time around the wrists and ankles where the gloves and boots met the rest of the body. We could see them through a glass wall that separated us from the airlock where the chamber met the bell. The divers gave a thumbs up to the worker, then each other.

On the wall near them were three assault-rifle style looking objects. Each diver picked one up and sighted it down and checked around on some features I couldn’t make out. They weren’t normal guns. But definitely a gun. Some sort of advanced infantry-style weaponry. I noticed their dive knives were located in sheaths on their shoulders. Thats a more tactical placement. Divers in my experience keep them somewhere on the thigh. The more and more I stared, the divers appeared to have combat features on their suits. They looked at us and tested communications. Before I could ask what the guns were, Captain Downes came over my shoulder and pressed the comms button. “Loud and clear.” He said into the headset microphone I was wearing. He and the divers exchanged another thumbs up then they disappeared, one by one into the diving bell.

“Weapons?” I looked up and asked Downes. “It was need-to-know at the time. Had to get you here no matter what.” He replied, looking almost apologetic. “Its alright.” I replied. And I was genuine, it was more so the confusion of why need weapons on a dive? I’d never heard of that. “But why?” I added. Captain Downes stood up and signaled me over to a corner of the room, away from James and the other techs. “I know you saw the shadows in those videos. I saw it in your eyes. It was the same look I had the first time I saw one. We have every reason to believe whatever these “openings” are down there, they’re letting something in. Humanoid, shadow like creatures. They don’t move normally, they can fly freely through the water as if it isn’t there, teleport from one location to the next, its unlike anything we’ve ever seen.” He was talking hurriedly, what seemed like a mixture of fear and excitement, but most of all uncertainty. 

“We’ve only got one recorded interaction, and it was brief. Caught on a stationary dive cam down in the site. One of our floodlights had broken just as one of those shadows was next to it. Although we caught it in a frame-by-frame analysis, the thing totally dissipated briefly, then reformed once the electric burst from the lightbulb was extinguished. The weapons they have are precautionary. Military has contingency for everything. The guns fire high frequency, targeted electromagnetic waves inside an artificial air pocket that will burst upon contact with target. Tested thoroughly, and is all but ready for widespread military use. If all goes well, you’ll hear about it in the news within the coming months. This was all so much. But I was relieved in a sense. I’m glad I wasn’t crazy in seeing those shadow-things. Even more glad I wasn’t the one to have to bring it up.

The dive bell was hoisted off the deck of the ship by a large hydraulic crane. It was suspended over th...

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