The Mystery starts here!

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He's in the metadata of the "secretexperiments.txt" file.
First save the file to your computer (I saved it as XUAL Logo2) and without even opening it, right click on the icon and view "Properties". When the Properties box opens, click on the "Summary" tab, and under Author field you'll see "Bannion".



Could be the same "Mr Dermot Bannion" mentioned as Treasurer of the XUAL Community in the AOA J.Howey got?

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Sorry for the delay in posting on here, but I had a bad experience when I went to the former site of the XUAL Community. Here's how it went down:
Saturday morning I made sure to charge my mobile phone to take pictures for you guys. Then I set off from town and parked just off the side of the road roughly two miles south of Blackross. I walked back and forth about 50 yards until I found the remnants of an old road.

I followed it southeast on foot for about a half a mile past the treeline and come to a vast clearing where the ground became very boggy. I believe this was Kilmatogh.
I moved closer to the centre of this boggy area and was surprised to see no indication there'd been any settlement. I took photos until an unexpected noise caused me to stand to attention. I caught the distinct sound of footsteps clopping on the wet ground behind me. I turned around to see what was making the noise but saw nothing.
“Hello?” I called out. “Anyone there?”
No response whatsoever, just the chirping of birds and the hum of flies.
The sky was darkening like it was just about to open. The weather app on my phone said zero chance of rain, but the grey clouds overhead told me otherwise. I thought about legging it the half mile back to my car before the rain arrived, but it came down too fast and hard. I darted into the treeline and stood under a large oak tree. The raindrops pelted the ground and I couldn't see for the rain teeming down from an increasingly darkening sky. Then, as if something guided where my eyes were looking, I saw a shadow moving stealthily across the bog. Too big to be a bird, too fast to be human. 'You're just seeing things,' I told myself. Then the rain stopped as quick as it had started.
I watched and listened. Even the silence seemed intimidating, like something sinister hid behind it just waiting for the right moment to attack. That's when I heard it. Voices.. or well it sounded like voices somewhere. Maybe a radio? I don't know. I could feel myself shaking as my mind desperately tried to sort reality from imagination.
It was so dark, like the sun had become dim. I thought I could hear a quiet rustling somewhere, something moving nearby me through the trees. With my back against the oak tree, I looked around. I couldn't tell if it was me moving or a 'shadow' was undulating around me, shifting like the slow, steady motion of breathing. My heart pounded in my chest and my guts were doing a square dance.
The hairs on my neck started to bristle as if with static electricity. I felt dread like I'd never felt before. 'John,' I thought to myself, 'either you've really lost your mind or you're in big, big trouble.' I had just finished that though when my body was pitched forward and slammed into the soggy ground. Before I knew what was happening, I was trapped under an unseen crushing weight that held me. My arms and legs were smacking into underbrush and trees like an animal instinctively struggling to get loose, but in my terror and shock I felt no pain. I squirmed, twisted, gasped for breath, and lashed out at whatever it was holding me down. I felt some resistance against the motion of my arms like stroking through water. The air seemed thick with 'it'. I wondered what the heck was holding me down, even though part of me wanted to regress back to childhood and just close my eyes until the phantom or monster or whatever it was, went away.
Then my throat began to compress, squeezing shut. I think I remember blackening out. I don't know for how long I was unconscious. When I came to, the weight was gone and I could fill my lungs with air again. I noticed I was now struggling against nothing, but the terror I felt was still there, the sinister presence still lingered in my vicinity. I got to my feet and drew another breath. I was sufficiently frightened at that point all I wanted was to get out of there as fast as my aching legs could carry me. When I got to my car I noticed my phone's screen was cracked and water had gotten through it destroying the inside electronics. It's totally knackered. I took me till now to settle my nerves and I'll tell you something; I won't be going back there alone ever again - not after that experience!

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