Originally Completed May 4th, 2025
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From the files of the Central Ohio Paranormal Research Group:
Witness Statement
Name: Amanda ███████
Date received: October 3rd, 2019
Date & Time: August 29th, 2019, 12:34 A.M.
Location: Parking lot of Newton's Plaza strip mall, Bougain, Ohio
Statement:
Earlier that day [n.b.: Aug. 28th], I just… felt this need to go to Newton’s. I rationalized it at the time, just sort of, that I had to go get groceries, like I woke up and had some physical discomfort and just thought “oh yeah, I need to go to Trader Joe’s.” When I drove over, maybe about 2:30 in the afternoon, I got out of my car and just sort of stared off into the empty air for five minutes. It wasn’t very windy, but a tree next to the parking lot was swaying gently. I went inside and did my shopping and came out and the wind had picked up again, so I kind of just shrugged it off. Then I went home, and the rest of the day was pretty normal. I made dinner, watched some Netflix, played with my cat. I tried to go to sleep around when I normally do, oh, like 11:00, but I couldn’t.
Then, after midnight, I just decided to stop trying to sleep and without really thinking about it, I got into my car and drove back to the strip mall parking lot. It just felt like this uncontrollable urge, way stronger than the feeling I rationalized earlier in the day. When I got there, I parked under a street light, and waited. Then, after a few minutes, at exactly 12:34 (at least if my car clock was accurate), I was shocked by a bright light suddenly flashing outside of my car. I frantically got out and looked up, and saw what looked like an oversized owl flying in the sky overhead, briefly landing in the branches of a tree before flying again, just sort of making a big circle above me. Then, the owl’s face lit up like a searchlight, which must have been the light that I saw. A huge beam of light searched the ground while the owl flew around, until it landed right on me and stopped moving around. While the beam of light was on me, my eyes hurt, even when I closed them. It felt like forever under the burning light but I guess it must have only been a moment because then I heard a man’s voice say “Hello, may you help me?”
When I opened my eyes the light was gone, the owl was gone, and there were two figures standing in front of me. One was a tall man in a suit who had his left hand extended, I guess the guy who said hello, and he was entirely black and white, head to toe. The yellow streetlamp gave everything that sort of orange-ish color, and he stood out like a photo cut-out against the light and the shadow. Next to him was a hunched-over ape with an upside-down pyramid where its head would be. The ape made a buzzing noise and tugged at the black-and-white man’s coat and gestured at me. He quieted it with a single gesture of his right hand.
The black-and-white man introduced himself and shook my left hand. He said his name was “Mr. Touch” and he repeated his original question, and I, before I could think, said yes. He asked me all sorts of questions that honestly just made me confused, like how old my children were (I don’t have any), how many electrical outlets were in my house, how close I lived to a power line, how many cardinals I had seen in the last month, if I knew the sound of a barn owl, if I owned any calculators, that sort of thing. After the interrogation, he told me that he needed me to buy a fresh notebook, it couldn’t be one I already had, and write down an inventory of all the different textures that I found in a week. Then, he said, he would reach out to me again, and take the notebook with him. After this, he shook my left hand again, and began to leave, although the pyramid-ape lingered and, well I guess I can’t say “stared” because it didn’t have eyes, but its head was just sort of fixated on me, until Mr. Touch made a sort of whistling noise that both made the ape bound after him and made me snap out of the sort of mental haze I was in. I watched as Mr. Touch and his ape walked away until I couldn’t see them anymore.
Over the course of the next week, so that’d be from August 29th to September 4th (Mr. Touch called me back on the 5th), I carried around this notebook I bought at OfficeMax, just one of those spiral-bound college-rule ones, and wrote down every distinct texture I came into contact with. I wrote down different kinds of cloth textures, the faux leather of car seats, plastic bottles, rough cinder blocks and bricks, soft slimy yogurt, smooth blades of grass and the feeling of thorns catching on my clothes as I walked by. Filled up a pretty good chunk of that notebook, not the whole thing though. It kind of became an obsession. My friends thought it was weird that I would pull out this notebook and write down the feelings of different glasses at the bar when we’d hang out. But like, I had to do it. When people asked me, I couldn’t really explain it, not just because they’d think I was crazy for talking about meeting Mr. Touch, but also because I didn’t really have a rationalization for it other than the feeling of just having to do it. Every night that week, my phone would ring, and I’d hear a series of beeps, which increased each night. On the 5th night [n.b.: Sept. 2nd], so I guess after a work week had passed, I saw the owl’s searchlight outside my window.
On the night of the 5th, at 12:34 A.M. [n.b.: Sept. 6th], the phone rang again, and after the beeps, Mr. Touch spoke over the phone and asked how I was doing. Him asking that felt like a weight being lifted off of my shoulders. I told him I was alright, and he asked if I did what he requested, and I said yes. He then promised that he would visit me at my home the next night, at the same time [i.e. 12:34 A.M., Sept. 7th], and then I guess handed the phone over to the ape because then the line was filled with such a loud buzzing that filled my ears that I had to hang up. He knocked on my door at exactly 12:34 A.M. the next day, shook my left hand, and extended his right hand for the notebook. After I gave it to him, he said “I like what you’ve done with the place,” and then promised me that he would reach out to me again in the near future, but I haven’t heard from him since. When he visited, I could see over his shoulder that the ape was standing on the sidewalk across the street from my house.
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Date & Time: August 29th, 2019, 11:12 A.M.
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so yall know how much I love going on late night walks, well i was on a walk last night when i passed by this strip mall in my town and saw this lady with a weird black and white body painted guy and some weird hairy thing just standing under a street light???? dude wtf is going on??
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Date & Time: August 29th, 2019, 11:47 A.M.
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wait omg i just noticed the extra face square thing (idk what theyr called tbh???) up in the tree, freaky !!!!! its prob just a glitch tho, like i can kinda make out what it must have been thinking was a face in the leaves. must just be paredolia
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Date & Time: August 30th, 2019, 10:24 A.M.
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huh yr right @█████████, the hairy thing’s head looks super weird. whatever costume they made is rlly creative
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Date & Time: August 31st, 2019, 12:12 P.M.
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which one of you fuckers did this??? come on guys, did someone doxx me or something?? nobody told me my address got posted or whatever. but like??? how else would someone push a fuckin note like this under my door??? i had to explain to my mom to make it seem less bad but i bullshitted the whole thing, i have no clue whats up with this
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[pictured: a paper note which reads "YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO SEE AT ALL"]
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Date & Time: September 2nd, 2019, 5:07 P.M.
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guys its been freaky the past few days. feeling like im being watched this entire week. saw something move outside my window last night. i keep telling myself it was just a branch or w/e but like. idk man. i keep having these flashes of paranoia and freakin out and looking around. had to check under my bed last night. it was like my eyes were itchy unless i did it. guys i swear im being so forreal about this i know how it sounds with me faking shit a while ago but this is real i know i dont have whatever disorder but this is real
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Date & Time: September 3rd, 2019, 12:40 A.M.
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i woke up and couldnt and couldnt get back to sleep and i just had to get out of bed and walk down to the fridge and i just opened it and stared at the inside and it wasnt like i was hungry or anything i just had to open it and stare inside it was like i was worried
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Date & Time: September 3rd, 10:48 A.M.
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guys i swear im being forreal about this!!!!! stop fuckin commenting on my posts if yr just gonna troll!!!
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Date & Time: September 3rd, 2019, 0:08 P.M.
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i just heard this loud ass buzzing outside my bedroom window. and like a scraping noise idk. like metal on concrete.
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Date & Time: September 4th, 2019, 4:50 P.M.
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everything feels duller. is this the seasonal affected depression ppl talk abt???
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Date & Time: September 4th, 2019, 10:26 P.M.
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i just heard the buzzing again. and saw this like searchlight outside my window. didnt hear any helicopter or whatever, just the loud ass buzzing. idk whats going on. i cant tell my mom. shed get so freaked. shhe always says i can tell her anything but i know thats just what parents r supposed to say. its in one ear out the other
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Date & Time: September 4th, 2019, 10:40 P.M.
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@█████ no dude my mom isnt fuckin abusive its just like she cant hear me idk
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Date & Time: September 5th, 2019, 11:59 P.M.
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THAT FUCKING THING WAS IN MY WINDOW JFC IT WA S THE GODDAMN TRIANGLE SHIT IT WAS THAT SAME FUCKING THING
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Date & Time: September 6th, 2019, 12:38 A.M.
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who tf were those guys in the fucked up costumes how are they doing this shit its freaking me tf out who even are they!!!! you know who, the gd costume guys from last week, why are they doing this
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Date & Time: September 6th, 2019, 8:00 P.M.
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my mom just casually mentioned that the phone has been ringing at the same time every day, during lunchtime, and was just beeping on the other end. she laughed while we were eating dinner but i felt evrthing drain out of me
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Date & Time: September 7th, 2019, 9:32 P.M.
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i swear i just heard the front door open mom isnt even here shes out on a date who is that
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Date & Time: September 8th, 2019, 9:40 A.M.
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today feels better
News article from The Bougain Reporter, September 9th, 2019
Local Teenager Found Dead in Bedroom Under Unclear Circumstances
Bougain mother Xiao ████ awoke Monday morning to a terrible scene in her home. Her son, David, was found dead in his room when he was unresponsive to his mother’s reminders to get ready for school. David’s mother was reportedly in shock, stating “It’s strange, but it’s almost too much for me to cry… I can’t believe this happened.” Police and paramedics were called to the scene, but little could be done by the time they arrived.
“It was like nothing else I’ve seen before,” said Officer Steve ██████. Police are entirely uncertain as to the cause of death, having ruled out suicide. “While a final determination will have to wait until the release of the coroner’s report, this does not seem like something someone would or even could do to themselves. A head injury like that isn’t self-inflicted.” Despite the condition of the body indicating homicide, no signs of forced entry were present in the home. Two mismatched footprints, one of a yet-unidentified dress shoe and another footprint resembling a chimpanzee or bonobo, were found in the garden behind the house. The relation of these footprints to the death of David █████ is unclear.
The family of David █████ requests that all well wishes be sent to the page on the obituaries website, and that friends of the deceased can make a donation to a charity of their choice in his memory.
Reddit post on r/TipofmyGore by u/████████████
Date & Time: July 18th, 2023, 10:02 P.M.
Title: Does anyone have the Bougain Boy photos?
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So if you’re not familiar, there was this real nasty murder in Bougain, Ohio a few years back, though they never actually caught whoever did it. But some of the photos of the body of the “Bougain Boy” that were taken by police got leaked and ended up somewhere on the deep web or whatever, except nobody can really find them. IK they’re on the Lost Media Wiki as NSFL lost media but I really want to see them. If even just to find out what was so weird about the body. They said in the news that it can’t possibly have been self-inflicted. I heard rumors that the kid’s head caved in from the inside or something. Like his brain was just gone and there wasn’t anything inside to keep the skull the right shape. Caved in like wet origami. Nasty shit!!! If anyone has the og photos pls DM me, or even if you just might know where someone can find them. IK i’ll get shit from the Lost Media Wiki ppl for looking for this but I just gotta see.
Email Correspondence
Sent: August 29th, 2021
From: Amanda ███████ <█████████@gmail.com>
To: Central Ohio Paranormal Research Group <█████@protonmail.com>
Subject: Sorry for not getting back to you
Contents:
Sorry for not responding to any of your emails or calls. I’ve been really busy with Mr. Touch. He did communicate with me again, about a month after I gave you my original statement. He called me and I heard the beeping again. And he said that if I built a certain kind of transceiver I’d be able to hear him in my head without having to use the formality of a telephone. I guess he could only use landlines until I made the transceiver. He slipped a piece of paper under my door with the design on it. Well I think it was the ape that gave it to me. I heard its buzzing through the door.
After I built the transceiver to his specifications I heard him in my head. His voice was like a whisper. He thanked me for making an inventory of textures. He said it made his job so much easier. I wanted to ask him what his job was but the question got stuck in my throat. He told me that I shouldn’t worry about anything I saw in the news. News people always lie about things, he said. I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about. But he seemed so certain about it. I stopped checking the news after he told me that. COVID honestly passed me by. Mr. Touch kept me safe from it, so long as I had the transceiver with me. I built a second one to put it in my car.
He asked me to do a few more texture inventories after that. It actually wasn’t as frequent as I thought it was going to be. Just every few months or so. Then he’d come by, knock on my door, shake my left hand, and take it back with him. One of those times I saw a second ape with him with a cylinder for a head. He never told me their names.
I don’t really remember when exactly this was but one day he took me out to dinner. Since it was after midnight we had to go to a Denny’s. I actually quite like Denny’s. I ordered pancakes and coffee. He only got a milkshake, and he told the waitress to make it as thick as she could. He said he wanted it to be like fog you can cut with a butterknife. I remember she rolled her eyes and he smiled. That was actually the first time I ever saw him smile. He asked me if, after I do my 8th texture inventory, if I’d like to go see his home. I told him yes. I was on my 6th one at that point so it didn’t seem like it’d be too far off. He said that nobody has televisions there because everyone receives perfect images inside their head. And that everybody is colorblind and there isn’t any racism or anything like that. He told me that people there don’t experience things the same. Too loud or too sharp noises are bad for them. But thick things, like his milkshake, they’re good for them. He said that the fruit there is like sand when you bite into it. Thick, wet sand. I’m sending you this email because I’ve honestly been kicking myself for not emailing you sooner with this. He called me the other day and he asked me to do my 8th texture inventory for him. For a week after that I’ve been writing down everything I touch. I don’t really care about what I see. Just what I touch. When I finish this, he’ll take me to where he comes from, and I’ll come back and I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll bring my phone to take pictures of it so I can show you. I just wanted to touch base and let you know before I go. Hope you’re all having a good day, talk to you later.
Sincerely,
Amanda
Addendum:
After the above email correspondence, all further attempts at contact with Amanda ███████ were met with silence. A missing persons report for Amanda ███████ was submitted by a friend of hers on September 9th, 2021. As of May 1st, 2025, she remains missing.
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