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| Izzy Kent Investigations |
In 2025, I was directed (my second assignment) to interview a girl of about 10 years of age. I did not and still don't know why I was asked to speak with her. I introduced myself, and she said (in English) her name was Milla Smith.
Oddly, Mia spoke as though she were from a different time period, perhaps the 1800s, mid-1700s. Her next words to me were unnerving: "They don't yet know that I'm gone. I'm from White River Ridge." I had a map in my briefcase, and I asked her if she could point out the location of White River Ridge. She could. "I think this is where the town is." She took a pencil from me and made marks on the site.
Two days later, after work, I attempted to access my notes while still sitting in my classroom at Dobbs Institute. My notes were gone. Vanished. I then tried to access the files that I had sent to the local hospital. They were missing. Moreover, every video and picture of the girl had disappeared.
The next day, again in my office, I was visited by a man who identified himself as an agent of "law enforcement," but that was the full extent of his identification, other than flashing a badge. He didn't give me a name, and he didn't reveal what agency of law enforcement he represented. FBI? CIA? I wasn't told, and as of yet, I don't know. He already knew my name.
"The Institute's director has been briefed about Milla Smith," he said. "He may or may not choose to tell you more. Don't keep investigating this, Izzy, Ms. Kent. You'll find more than you're ready to know."
Later, the director thanked me for my attention to the matter, but he never really told me who the girl was. He merely insinuated that White River Ridge had been an old town that had been subjected to classified experiments long ago. It was a "proving grounds" of some sort. All of the residents had vanished, but occasionally one would reappear as if out of nowhere.
Milla was gone, though her memory stayed with me. The one thing that they could not take away from me, or her, was the marks that she had made on my map showing White River Ridge. At that point, she had drawn a simplified triskelion. It was easy enough to trace, for it is not unknown. It was a rough representation of a glyph called the Yellow Sign.
The End
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