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|Alan Wake Manuscripts|
For Xbox 360
Version 1.0
Copyright 2011 Andres Rojas

|Table of Contents|

   I. Introduction
  II. Copyright Info
 III. Episode 1 - Nightmare
        A. The Title Page of the Manuscript
        B. Wake Attacked By a Shadowy Murderer
        C. Wake Fights a Taken with Light
        D. The Dark Presence Wakes Up
        E. Wake Attacked by Birds
        F. Wake Finds Pages
        G. TV in the Gas Station
        H. Wake Lies to the Sheriff
        I. Stucky Taken
        J. Rose Daydreams About Wake
        K. Barry's Arrival
        L. Toby the Dog
        M. Rose is a Fan
  IV. Episode 2 - Taken
        A. The Sudden Stop 1
        B. The Sudden Stop 2
        C. The Dark Presence in the Diner
        D. Wake at Lovers' Peak
        E. Alice Sees a Shadow
        F. Barry Doubts Wake's Sanity
        G. Rusty Dying
        H. Rusty Attacked by the Dark Presence
        I. Wake Reaches a Safe Haven of Light
        J. Rusty's Final Thoughts
        K. Wake Sees the Torch Symbol
        L. Nightingale's Arrival
        M. Alice's Fear of the Dark
        N. Wake Hears a Chainsaw
        O. Barry in Elderwood
        P. Nightingale Fires at Wake
        Q. Wake at the Dark Presence's Mercy
        R. Rose and Rusty
        S. Barry Meets Rose
        T. Sarah Thinks About Wake
        U. Deputies at the Logging Site
        V. Wake Feels the Dark Presence
        W. Wake's Despair
   V. Episode 3 - Ransom
        A. Randolph Calls the Police
        B. The Dark Presence Sleeps
        C. Nightingale in the Radio Station
        D. Sarah Distrusts Nightingale
        E. Wake Attacked by a Possessed Object
        F. Wake and the Dark Presence in the Lodge
        G. Wake Attacked by the Dark Presence
        H. Rose Visited by the Dark Presence
        I. Rose Touched by the Dark Presence
        J. Walter Fights Danny
        K. Wake Attacked by a Bulldozer
        L. Wake and Night Springs
        M. Sarah in the Radio Station
        N. Thomas Zane in Love with Barbara Jagger
        O. Wake Touched by the Dark Presence
        P. Wake and Barry in the Cell
        Q. Wake and Casey
        R. Nightingale in the Majestic
        S. Mott at Cauldron Lake
        T. Wake Wakes Up in the Lodge
        U. Mott on the Ferry
        V. Hunters Taken
        W. Doc Examines Barry and Rose
        X. Wake Reads a Page
        Y. Tor Hits Nurse Sinclair
  VI. Episode 4 - The Truth
        A. Thomas Zane's Writing and Assistant
        B. Barry in the Lodge
        C. Hartman Watches Wake Fall
        D. Hartman's Mission
        E. Wake Sees the Old Gods Stage
        F. Barry Attacked by a Taken
        G. Mott in Charge
        H. Mott Fails Hartman
        I. Hartman and the Power Failure
        J. Hartman Sedates Wake
        K. Nightingale Arrests Wake
        L. The Patients Escape the Lodge
        M. The Dark Presence at Large
        N. The Anderson Brothers in the 70s
        O. The Mystery of the Missing Week
        P. Walter at the Anderson Farm
        Q. Hartman During the Missing Week
        R. Hartman Considers Mott and Wake
        S. Mulligan Questions Nightingale's Orders
        T. Nightingale Finds the Manuscript
 VII. Episode 5 - The Clicker
        A. Nightingale Reads the Manuscript
        B. Nightingale Attacked by the Dark Presence
        C. The Dark Presence Set Back
        D. Cynthia's Work
        E. The Dark Presence Hunts Wake
        F. Alice Trapped in the Dark
        G. Barry in the Sheriff's Station
        H. Barry in the General Store
        I. Wake's Plan
        J. The Falling Helicopter
        K. Zane's Shoebox
        L. Cynthia on Her Way to the Dam
        M. The Poet and the Muse Lyrics 4
        N. Children of the Elder God Lyrics 1
        O. Children of the Elder God Lyrics 2
VIII. Episode 6 - Departure
        A. The Dark Presence Wants to Stop Wake
        B. The Trail of the Dark Presence
        C. Thomas Zane's Last Dive
        D. The Dark Place
        E. The Way through the Dark Place
        F. The Poet and the Muse Lyrics 1
        G. The Poet and the Muse Lyrics 2
        H. The Poet and the Muse Lyrics 3
        I. Sarah and Barry in the Well-Lit Room
        J. Zane's Poem

|I. Introduction|

This FAQ will document the contents of all the manuscripts found in Alan Wake 
for the Xbox 360. A video link is provided at the end of each manuscript in 
case you wish to watch/listen to it yourself. Also, each video clip has an 
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|II. Copyright Info|

Copyright 2011 Andres Rojas.

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|III. Episode 1 - Nightmare|

13 pages total
(3 pages found only in Nightmare mode)

|III. A. The Title Page of the Manuscript|



Alan Wake


|III. B. Wake Attacked By a Shadowy Murderer|

The man turned to face me. His face was covered in shadows. It was hard to 
make him out in the darkness of the forest that surrounded us, but the axe he 
lifted was plain to see. It glistened with the blood of his victim.

He grinned madly. The shadows were alive, distorting his features.

It was a scene from a nightmare, but I was awake.


|III. C. Wake Fights a Taken with Light|

The Taken stood before me. It was impossible to focus on it, as if it stood in 
a blind spot caused by a brain tumor or an eye disease. It was bleeding 
shadows like ink underwater, like a cloud of blood from a shark bite.

I was terrified. I squeezed the flashlight like my life depended on it, 
willing it to stop coming any closer. Suddenly, something gave, and the light 
seemed to shine brighter.


|III. D. The Dark Presence Wakes Up|

For a long time, the Dark Presence had been weak, sleeping, nothing but a 
half-forgotten nightmare or a shadowy flicker in the corner of an eye in the 
forest at night; not real enough to properly exist, and yet too evocative to 
fade away completely.

Now it was waking up, the writer like a fly caught in a spider's web, each 
jerk and kick vibrating the strands that led deep into its lair. It was aware 
of him now, and it could use him.

All he'd need was a little incentive.


|III. E. Wake Attacked By Birds|

I heard them before I saw them, swooping down from the sky and screeching as 
they came.

I spun around just as the cloud was upon me. For an instant, I stared into a 
hundred dead eyes, black pearls glistening in the darkness.

I raised the flashlight and the swarm exploded like fireworks. Feathers 
burned, turned into ash, I couldn't hear my scream above theirs.


|III. F. Wake Finds Pages|

At first I kept finding the pages as if by accident. The book I couldn't 
remember was either a terrible and true prophesy, or an act of creation that 
had rewritten the world. I began to hunt the pages, feverishly, for they held 
the answer to the mystery.

With it I could save myself.

With it I could save Alice.


|III. G. TV in the Gas Station|

I stepped into the gas station's garage. It was dark and quiet. The place was 
a mess. It looked like someone trashed the place, or that there'd been some 
kind of fight. Light spilled into the room through an open door at the back, 
and I made my way toward it.

Without any warning, I was blinded by a bright light. An old portable TV on 
the shelf had come alive by itself. Impossibly, I could see myself on the 
screen, talking like a madman.


|III. H. Wake Lies to the Sheriff|

"The cabin on Cauldron Lake?" she asked.

The Sheriff looked at me suspiciously. The early morning light flooded through 
the office windows. I would probably never have gotten out of the woods alive 
without her help, but I couldn't tell her the truth of what I'd faced the 
previous night. She'd think I was lying, or crazy. She'd lock me up.

And she wouldn't help me find Alice.


|III. I. Stucky Taken|

Stucky spat on the garage floor and tried to shake the cobwebs from his head. 
Ever since the couple never showed to pick up the keys, things had been fuzzy.

Something -- a feeling -- caught his attention. Stucky looked up and stared as 
his brain tried in vain to process the horror before him. He stumbled back, 
knocking over a can of oil; a black pool spread across the floor while he 
struggled for a brief moment, then let go as the unrelenting darkness engulfed 


|III. J. Rose Daydreams About Wake|

Rose knew she'd been gushing, but right now, she didn't care. As far as she 
was concerned, her brief meeting with Alan Wake was literally the high point 
of her life.

She watched as he got in the car with his wife. She was pretty, confident, at 
ease with Wake, not like Rose. They were perfect for each other.

She'd have given anything to be called their friend.


|III. K. Barry's Arrival|

Barry Wheeler was bouncing off the walls. He'd jumped on a plane after his 
calls were ignored by both Al and Alice for several days. It could mean that 
they were both on a second honeymoon, but Barry didn't buy it. Al had been way 
too unstable for that -- not sleeping, messed up.

Barry had years of experience dealing with Alan Wake, and he couldn't ignore 
it: something was wrong.


|III. L. Toby the Dog|

Toby knew the smell: it was the man, the nice man who always gave him treats 
and never got tired of playing with him. Toby wagged his tail in excited 
anticipation and gave a joyous bark.

Then there was another smell -- a wrong smell -- and it was alien enough to 
stop Toby in his tracks. Confused, he growled deep in his throat. The wrong 
smell came from the nice man.

Blind animal terror pierced the dog's brain an instant before the axe followed 


|III. M. Rose is a Fan|

Barry took another sip of the heavenly coffee. He grinned at Rose. Surely, 
this was love.

Rose gushed on, breathlessly: "The new one will be a masterpiece, I know it! 
You must tell him not to listen to the trolls in the forums saying "Departure" 
will never get finished. He should take his time and make it perfect. I can 


|IV. Episode 2 - Taken|

23 pages total
(1 page found only in Nightmare mode)

|IV. A. The Sudden Stop 1|

It's true what they say about the fall and the sudden stop at the end.

I'd lain here in the snow while the lurid chain of scenes that had led me here 
kept playing in my head, a rerun of my own private snuff movie, a memory of my 
corpse. Alone at my own wake. Thinking in metaphors again.

The femme fatale was gone. Only a sour taste remained of the kiss that killed 


|IV. B. The Sudden Stop 2|

This was a late goodbye. Thirteen years after I'd gotten my revenge, it had 
finally caught up with me. It'd been a long time to bear the pain.

My blood painted the snow red -- a gruesome slushie -- dissolved all the 
scattered painkillers and leisurely dripped down to the sewer, mingling with 
the bile of the city, becoming one with it.

I can see them now, my wife and my baby. Honey, I'm home.


|IV. C. The Dark Presence in the Diner|

In spite of its human mask, to describe the Dark Presence as intelligent would 
have implied human qualities on something decidedly inhuman.

Nonetheless, it found the one spot in the diner that was dark enough. Some 
light spilled into the corridor, ravaging it, but it took the pain, horrible 
as it was. The writer would soon fix that. He would be coming to the one place 
where it still had power.


|IV. D. Wake at Lovers' Peak|

The kidnapper fired his gun one last time, and the shadow vanished into the 
darkness it had come from.

"See, nothing to it, Wake."

The thought of Alice in his hands was revolting. We stood on the wooden 
platform of Lovers' Peak, the waterfall and mountain behind us, the lights of 
the radio-mast blinking red in the heights above. I fought with the urge to 
take a swing, forced myself to speak.

"Let's cut the act now. Where's my wife?"


|IV. E. Alice Sees a Shadow|

Alice looked through the viewfinder, lining up the shot. Cauldron Lake was 
breathtaking. Something caught her eye: a figure standing in the shadows 
behind the cabin, like a thin woman in a black dress.

She lowered the camera and looked again -- no one there, just a collection of 
bushes that looked vaguely human-shaped. She shook her head and laughed.


|IV. F. Barry Doubts Wake's Sanity|

Barry had never gotten along with Alice, but he knew Alan loved her with an 
almost frightening intensity. And now something had happened to Alice... and 
here was Al, armed with a gun and saying things people got put in padded cells 
for. It was as if his friend had experienced a massive psychotic episode and 
was now totally disconnected from reality.

It scared the shit out of Barry.


|IV. G. Rusty Dying|

The air in the visitor center was heavy with an awful smell, as if some rotten 
drowned thing had crawled up from its grave.

Rusty kept coughing blood. My eyes were drawn to the twisted shape of his 
broken leg. The attack had been vicious. Max whined in his cage. Rusty's eyes 
were wild with fear and terror.

He gasped: "Mr. Wake, it happened just the way it was on that page."


|IV. H. Rusty Attacked By the Dark Presence|

The Visitor Center was sturdy, but the impact turned the front of the building 
into splinters. Rusty was thrown across the lobby like a rag doll and hit the 
far wall hard.

It didn't hurt until he tried to move and saw his leg bend the wrong way, felt 
the broken rib stabbing him on the inside. Rusty howled in pain and fear, 
suddenly afraid to die alone.


|IV. I. Wake Reaches a Safe Haven of Light|

At the last instant, I changed direction and threw myself down; the axe 
splintered the trunk of a tree.

I stumbled into the pool of bright light. My lungs burned; I was too exhausted 
to move. I tensed as I waited for the killing blow, but it never came. I 
raised my head. Nothing moved in the darkness beyond.

For the moment, bathed in the cold light, I was safe.


|IV. J. Rusty's Final Thoughts|

In that last instant of consciousness, Rusty thought about Rose. He was older 
than she was: Rose was barely out of her teens. But she made him feel young 
and forget what a train wreck his long dead marriage had been.

He still wore the ring. He'd been waiting for her to tell him to take it off.

Now she never would.


|IV. K. Wake Sees the Torch Symbol|

I turned the corner, afraid of what the flashlight's beam might reveal. 
Suddenly, a roughly painted symbol of a torch glowed in the light. Behind it, 
hidden by a rock, sat a battered metal trunk.

It was here for a reason, packed with supplies: batteries, flares, ammo. 
Things you need to make it through the darkness of the night. Something left 
behind by someone who knew what I knew, and more.


|IV. L. Nightingale's Arrival|

Agent Nightingale didn't want to be in Bright Falls. These little communities 
revolted him. And he didn't like the trees or the coffee. He now knew that 
impossible horrors lurked behind the storefronts and smiles.

He desperately wanted to turn the car around and just drive until he passed 
out or ran out of road and booze. But he had a job to do. He had a writer to 
catch -- at any cost.


|IV. M. Alice's Fear of the Dark|

On more than one occasion, Alice had tried to explain to me how it felt to be 
afraid of the dark. To her, darkness wasn't simply the absence of light, but 
something more tangible than that. it was something you could touch and feel.

Worse than that, it was something with a mind of its own, something malicious 
and malign. For her, things changed when they were wrapped in darkness, they 
turned into something else, something foreign, and nothing was safe or 
innocent anymore.

I'd never really understood what she meant, until now.


|IV. N. Wake Hears a Chainsaw|

The night had been one desperate situation after another. I was exhausted and 
my body felt as though it had been chewed up and spat out.

The flashlight was heavy in my hand, and each pull of the trigger sent a 
painful shock up my arm. But I was finally out of the woods and things were 
looking up.

That's when I heard the chainsaw.


|IV. O. Barry in Elderwood|

When Barry saw the darkness attack the Visitor Center, it made him a believer. 
The men Al said he'd shot -- they hadn't been just locals on crank.

Somehow, the world changed. Like the channel had been switched without 
warning. You think you're watching a sitcom and you're really watching a 
horror show.

When the birds started attacking the cabin, Barry wasn't surprised, just 


|IV. P. Nightingale Fires at Wake|

The FBI agent's command froze me in place. I considered surrender. It was all 
falling apart anyway; I could give in, let someone else deal with it.

But it felt all wrong. Call it instinct: his posture, the way he held the gun. 
He was no friend.

Shots ringing in my ears, I leaped for the hole in the fence and stumbled into 
the darkness beyond.


|IV. Q. Wake at the Dark Presence's Mercy|

The Dark Presence had touched the girl to lure the writer into a trap. Now it 
was night and he lay helpless, drugged, lit only by the flickering of the TV 
screen filled with static.

Shadows coalesced in the room as the Dark Presence leaned close to the writer, 
ready to touch him again: "Back to work, boy."


|IV. R. Rose and Rusty|

Rose knew that Rusty was in love with her, and she liked him, too. She liked 
him a lot. He'd taught her to dance, and life had certainly taught her the 
value of a man who was gentle. He treated her well, made her smile, made her 
feel good.

But Rusty wasn't the prince of her dreams, and that tended to underline the 
unbearable truth: she was no closer to that Hollywood magic than he was.


|IV. S. Barry Meets Rose|

Nobody in Bright Falls seemed to know where Al was, but Rose, the waitress at 
the diner, had seen him. From what Barry could tell, Al pretty much fell off 
the face of the Earth when he left the diner.

Rose was just the kind of fan that Al hated, but she really tried to help. She 
was smart too, knew a lot about what was going on in the town, knew a lot 
about Al, even knew who Barry was.

Barry liked her. That was no big surprise. When it came to women, Barry and Al 
rarely saw eye to eye.


|IV. T. Sarah Thinks About Wake|

Sarah didn't care about the legal threats Wake's agent had made. She let Wake 
go without argument because there was something about him she couldn't quite 
put her finger on, something that reminded her of her father.

She didn't think Wake would hurt his wife. Then she thought about the way he 
waded into Hartman, that hair-trigger rage flaring up without warning.


|IV. U. Deputies at the Logging Site|

The logging site was a mess. The modular office had been pushed off the cliff.

Deputy Thornton climbed up from the wreckage, excited, breathing hard from the 
exertion. "Nobody there. It's weird. Don't you think that's weird?"

Bored, Mulligan let out a mighty snort. "Hell, it's always weird, Thornton. 
Just a question of sorting out what kinda weird it is this time around."


|IV. V. Wake Feels the Dark Presence|

Shadows stirred and the wind picked up as I ran through the forest. I felt the 
Dark Presence turning its gaze toward me.

Then the moonlight was blotted out by dark shadows that raced violently across 
the ground, moving too swiftly to be natural. Darkness gathered between the 
trees, and melted again to reveal the Taken. No natural path had brought them 


|IV. W. Wake's Despair|

There was no misunderstanding, Cauldron Lake was where Alice and I had stayed, 
but there was no cabin and no island. I was missing a week. What had happened 
to me? What had happened to Alice?

I had to get her back. I couldn't face life without her.


|V. Episode 3 - Ransom|

25 pages total
(3 pages found only in Nightmare mode)

|V. A. Randolph Calls the Police|

Mr. Randolph liked Rose, that little smile she had, how she was still sweet 
when life had tried so hard to make her bitter.

It wasn't any of his business what she did in her trailer, but those strangers 
-- the writer and his smartass sidekick -- looked like trouble, and they'd 
been in there for hours, way past her normal bedtime. He reached for the phone 
and called the Sheriff's station.


|V. B. The Dark Presence Sleeps|

For decades, the darkness that wore Barbara Jagger's skin slept fitfully in 
the dark place that was its home and prison. It was hungry and in pain. It 
dreamed of nights of glory when the poet's writing had called it from the 
depths and given it a brief, terrible taste of power and freedom. The rock 
stars had stirred it from the deep sleep the poet had sunk it back to in the 

When it sensed the writer on the ferry, it opened its eyes.


|V. C. Nightingale in the Radio Station|

Nightingale stared through the broken studio window into the dark woods. He 
turned around, started to walk out, but Maine grabbed his arm.

"Young man, you almost shot me! You don't shoot off rounds at people like 
that. What's the matter with you?"

Nightingale shook his arm free, marched out. His cheeks burned with rage and 


|V. D. Sarah Distrusts Nightingale|

Sarah trusted her gut, and her gut said agent Nightingale was an asshole. He 
felt wrong, and it wasn't just the smell of stale booze. It was in the way he 
flashed his badge, pulled rank, the look in his eyes when he wanted answers.

Where was Alan Wake? What was this about an accident? Where was his wife? And 
most importantly, why did she let Wake go?

He wouldn't answer her questions. "Federal business" was all he'd say.


|V. E. Wake Attacked By a Possessed Object|

The pipe wrenched itself loose from the bridge's steel framework. Wrapped in 
darkness, it floated in midair, twitching. For a moment, I didn't understand 
what I was looking at.

The heavy object lurched at me with impossible force. I threw myself out of 
the way, but just barely.

When I turned my flashlight on it, it shook in a dark rage, before it flew at 
me again.


|V. F. Wake and the Dark Presence in the Lodge|

The pipe wrenched itself loose from the bridge's steel framework. Wrapped in 
darkness, it floated in midair, twitching. For a moment, I didn't understand 
what I was looking at.

The heavy object lurched at me with impossible force. I threw myself out of 
the way, but just barely.

When I turned my flashlight on it, it shook in a dark rage, before it flew at 
me again.


|V. G. Wake Attacked By the Dark Presence|

The darkness surged towards me, sucking everything loose from the ground into 
its depths, tugging at my clothes.

I saw the flare the kidnapper had dropped and threw myself towards it just as 
I felt my foot leave the ground. The darkness embraced me with the force of a 
tornado. Somehow I managed to light the flare.

The darkness roared and cast me away. I fell, toward the dark waters of the 
lake far below.


|V. H. Rose Visited by the Dark Presence|

Rose didn't know how the strange old lady got in her trailer. And she 
looked... wrong, somehow.

The woman showed her teeth in an approximation of a smile and traced a finger 
down Rose's cheek. "Pretty girl," she said.

Rose felt as if she was falling asleep, but her knees didn't buckle. The crone 
spoke in a whisper, her words ice cold and dark in Rose's ear.


|V. I. Rose Touched By the Dark Presence|

Touched by the Dark Presence, Rose was lost in a dreamland where everything 
was drawn in black and gray crayons. The old lady had promised her that all 
her wishes would come true. She would be Alan Wake's muse.

She was smiling so hard it hurt her face. She crushed a bottleful of sleeping 
pills into the coffee.

Deep down inside, she was screaming in terror.


|V. J. Walter Fights Danny|

Danny had stepped out, but what stumbled back in was something else -- 
something alien, a monster. Walter tried to kill it, first with his fists, 
then a chair.

It wouldn't die; instead, it kept coming, unaffected by the beating it had 
taken. After Walter managed to kick it own the cellar stairs, fear took over.

He ran, got behind the wheel, gunned the engine. The booze wouldn't make him 
forget, but he knew he had to try.


|V. K. Wake Attacked By a Bulldozer|

The bulldozer's engine roared to life. Mud and rocks flew as it fought for 
traction. It crashed the concrete wall and landed heavily in the yard.

If it were an animal, it would've shaken its head after the impact, fixed its 
eyes on me, and charged. Of course, it had no head, nor eyes. Shadows crawled 
on its form, twisting it into a monster.

Then it came for me.


|V. L. Wake and Night Springs|

Even after all this time, hearing the Night Springs theme caused a surge of 
conflicting emotions in me.

It had been my first real writing gig. Barry had known a guy who knew a guy, 
and suddenly I'd been a semi-regular on the show. I'd always been ashamed of 
the job, felt it was trash. I had wanted to be an artist, a novelist.

I'd been naive back then. It had taken a long time to learn to be proud of the 


|V. M. Sarah in the Radio Station|

With Nightingale gone and the night wind blowing in through the broken studio 
window, Maine stared at Sarah. The Sheriff looked away. Maine's voice shook 
with barely controlled anger.

"That boy's doing more drinking than thinking. I hope you know what you're 
doing, Sarah. He's got a sickness in his eyes. You take my word for it: he 
wants Wake for a reason, and it's not for anything good."


|V. N. Thomas Zane in Love with Barbara Jagger|

When Thomas Zane fell for Barbara Jagger, it happened fast. She was young, 
vibrant and beautiful, full of life. He had never been a very happy man, and 
without any seeming effort she had changed all that.

Zane felt good for the first time in his life. Everything she did was another 
piece of a jigsaw puzzle he hadn't even known he'd been missing.

And best of all, she made the words flow, strong and sharp. She was his muse.


|V. O. Wake Touched By the Dark Presence|

Some of the Taken retained echoes of their former selves, but these were just 
the nerve twitches of a dead thing. Nothing remained but a shell, covered and 
filled with darkness.

In most cases these puppets were enough for the purposes of the Dark Presence. 
But for anything more elaborate, as with the writer, it was different. It 
needed his mind. And so rather than taking him over completely, it merely 
touched him.


|V. P. Wake and Barry in the Cell|

I stared through the bars of the jail cell. Barry stood behind me, swaying on 
his feet, looking as ill as I felt.

Agent Nightingale stood on the other side of the bars with Sheriff Breaker. 
Nightingale had a stack of manuscript pages in his hand. He seemed unhinged as 
he gloated:

"Well, I've got you now, Raymond Chandler. It's all here, all the evidence, 
including conspiracy to murder a federal agent."


|V. Q. Wake and Casey|

Things were never as simple in real life as in fiction. I had lost count of 
the times I had wished there'd be a clear reason for my writer's block. 
Something to fight, something lash out on.

There wasn't. I was filled with doubt. I was nothing like the hero in my 
books. Alex Casey had gone through his life with single-minded determination, 
never wavering from his goal.

Even now, I was angry at myself, angry at Alice, angry at Barry. I was 
fumbling and I had no plan.


|V. R. Nightingale in the Majestic|

Even behind the closed doors and curtains of the grimy room at the Majestic -- 
the local motel -- Nightingale could feel the locals' eyes on him, the 
unrelenting pressure of their judgment.

He forced it out of his mind. For all he knew they could all be under Wake's 
spell already. You do what you have to do to get the job done.

He took comfort from the bottle in his hand: "Please," he thought, "just let 
me get through this."


|V. S. Mott at Cauldron Lake|

Mott had checked all of Stucky's rental cabins. There had been no sign of the 
Wakes. It was dark when he'd found their car parked at the end of the road by 
Cauldron Lake.

It made no sense. They must have taken a wrong turn, but there was no sign of 
them, and the car had been there for hours already.

Frustrated, Mott stood on the rotten ruin of the footbridge that had once led 
to Diver's Isle, before it sank beneath the waves years ago. The boss wouldn't 
be happy.


|V. T. Wake Wakes Up in the Lodge|

I tried to hold on to Alice, but her form melted away. I was losing control. 
Dr. Hartman stood in her place. I wanted to hit him, but my arms were jelly.

He smiled. It was a reassuring smile and I hated him for it.

"I had to give you a sedative, don't fight it. You went through another rough 
period. Right now it's very important that you stay calm. We don't want you to 
have another episode. You're a patient at my clinic, have been for a while 


|V. U. Mott on the Ferry|

For Mott, spying on the writer on the ferry had been a disappointment. His 
boss had made Wake out to be something special, but Mott hadn't been 

He'd gotten a good long look of the wife, though, and liked what he saw. Mott 
had fantasized about goading Wake into a fight, but it hadn't happened. Still, 
he'd get his chance to see if the writer had anything in him.

He'd been promised as much.


|V. V. Hunters Taken|

The hunters were big, thickset men, confident and at home in the woods. They 
were feeling good, running on beer, ghost stories and camaraderie late into 
the night.

It did them no good as they were taken by the Dark Presence, sucked deep into 
a darkness far worse than any ghost story they ever told or heard.


|V. W. Doc Examines Barry and Rose|

Doc sat down heavily. He'd examined Barry and Rose. Barry was already 
recovering. Rose was another story: she was conscious, but she was barely 
present, almost delirious, disturbed -- "touched in the head," they used to 

It wasn't the first time Doc had seen someone in such a state, but it'd been 
over thirty years.

Doc poured himself a stiff drink. He hadn't forgotten a thing.


|V. X. Wake Reads a Page|

I lifted the page in front of my eyes and read it. In it, I lifted the page in 
front of my eyes and read it. In it, I lifted the page in front of my eyes and 
read it. In it, I lifted the page in front of my eyes and read it. In it, I 
lifted the page in front of my eyes and read it. In it, I lifted the page in 
front of my eyes and read it.


|V. Y. Tor Hits Nurse Sinclair|

Lightning flashed behind the windows of Cauldron Lake Lodge. Tor Anderson 
laughed and held the steel hammer above his head. Nurse Sinclair was trying to 
calm him down without success.

Tor grinned madly and shouted: "My hammer's up: Here's a friendly poke from 
Mjolnir, wench!"

He brought the hammer down with all his might on Sinclair's head. "We're on a 
comeback tour baby!"


|VI. Episode 4 - The Truth|

20 pages total
(1 page found only in Nightmare mode)

|VI. A. Thomas Zane's Writing and Assistant|

Zane could feel the poems, taking form, shaping things. As he experimented, he 
imagined he could almost feel the power surging through the keys of the 

It exhilarated him, but there was fear, too. If not for his young assistant, 
Emil, he would have given it up.

But Emil convinced him otherwise. He, too, had a way with words.


|VI. B. Barry in the Lodge|

Hartman kept talking, giving Barry the grand tour, clearly proud of the place. 
He went on and on about his hunting trophies, and Barry was impressed, but he 
was here on business. He raised his voice, cut through the monologue.

"Hey, Hartman? Where's Al?"

Hartman stopped in mid-sentence, annoyed at the interruption. He nodded at the 
hulking orderly standing nearby. The man smiled and clapped a practiced hand 
on Barry's shoulder.


|VI. C. Hartman Watches Wake Fall|

Hartman followed the fall of Alan Wake with his binoculars. When the writer 
hit the water, he ordered Jack to take the boat to him.

The spot was easy to see in the dark even with all the extra lights in the 
boat. The flare floated and kept burning even in the water.

Jack turned the radio louder as the engine sputtered. The music was rough and 
clanking, something the Anderson brothers would no doubt have enjoyed, but 
Hartman chose to ignore it. Wake was finally within his reach.


|VI. D. Hartman's Mission|

Hartman knew he was no creator. He had no ambitions on that front, and he 
certainly didn't want to end up like every artist he had worked with here: 
damaged in ways that were hard to describe, or worse.

It was enough for Hartman to maintain creative control and provide direction. 
To be a "producer." That was what most of these people were in need of anyway.

Of course, suitable subjects were few and far between.


|VI. E. Wake Sees the Old Gods Stage|

I stared at the Viking paraphernalia that littered the area, surrounding an 
unlikely centerpiece: a full-sized stage, complete with an impressive sound 
system with all the trimmings, including a dragon. It took a special kind of 
crazy to build something like this in a remote field.

When the sky split open with a deafening boom and the music started blasting, 
it felt strangely appropriate.


|VI. F. Barry Attacked by a Taken|

For the moment, Barry was just glad he had survived the fall. He had been 
separated from Al, and there was no easy way to climb back up.

He told himself he'd be okay, okay in the gloomy forest at night. He would 
just have to wait for a while for Al to find his way down. Barry turned when 
he heard the heavy footsteps and saw the movement; the man-shaped shadow 
lunged at him from the bushes, an axe held high.

Barry screamed and threw up his hand. The world exploded.


|VI. G. Mott in Charge|

Mott knew that Wake was smarted than him; Wake had more money, a beautiful 
wife, everything. And Hartman said Wake was important. That made him better 
than Mott.

But Mott was calling the shots now. He'd expected Wake to whimper and grovel, 
but instead, he seemed willing to fight. Mott knew he'd gotten under Wake's 

If only Mott actually had his wife. The thought made him shiver.


|VI. H. Mott Fails Hartman|

Hartman wasn't happy. Mott could see it in his eyes. He quickly lowered his 
own; he'd made a mess of it, and he knew it.

The shame of failure was hard to bear. He hadn't expected Wake to say he 
needed more time, and he'd blurted out "two days" -- less than Wake had asked 
for, to show him who was in charge.

But that wasn't part of Hartman's plan.


|VI. I. Hartman and the Power Failure|

Hartman hurried down the corridor. He had disliked leaving Wake when he was 
surely at his most susceptible to therapy, but this was not an ordinary storm. 
Wake had been writing, and he had woken something up in the depths of the 
lake. Now it was coming for him.

Hartman had naturally prepared for a situation like this. The idiot brothers 
would keep Wake distracted while Hartman double-checked everything, just to be 


|VI. J. Hartman Sedates Wake|

Hartman watched as Wake's features slackened. The man was bull-headed, no 
doubt; even lying on the bed, he'd almost broken Hartman's nose the second 
time. But with a little time, he could break Wake down, give him proper 
direction. Wake was easily the most promising subject he'd had… well, since 
Tom, really.

"Sleep well, Alan," Hartman whispered with a smile. "Let me take care of you."

He sniffed hard to clear his throbbing nose; swallowed blood and barely tasted 


|VI. K. Nightingale Arrests Wake|

Agent Nightingale stared at the passed-out writer. The man was sleeping off 
one hell of a night. Nightingale felt a stab of envy at Wake's oblivion. But 
he had a job to do.

He put the gun to Wake's head, and almost became a murderer. His hand shook 
and his throat felt tight and dry. Biting his teeth, he tried again to pull 
the trigger. He lost his nerve.

Wake stirred, Nightingale would have to settle for an arrest.


|VI. L. The Patients Escape the Lodge|

The storm raged on as the Anderson brothers walked unsteadily away from the 
clinic with the other patients in tow, knowing that this time they wouldn't 
return. The darkness around them seethed with horrors, but Tor and Odin were 

Their eyes glinted with guile. They knew every secret path, and there was 
blood on their hands. They had fought these shades before.


|VI. M. The Dark Presence at Large|

The Dark Presence followed the choreography laid out to it in the manuscript, 
growing stronger and stronger, moving like a storm from one scene of 
destruction to the next.

But it was still bound to follow the story and chained to the dark place it 
came from.

When the story reached the end it longed for, it would finally be free.


|VI. N. The Anderson Brothers in the 70s|

It's 1976. Madness reigns at the Anderson farm. Contrary to all logic, the 
headiest ingredient of their moonshine is unfiltered water from Cauldron Lake.

The Andersons feel like gods. Odin can't stop laughing. He contemplates 
cutting his eye out. Tor runs across the field, naked, shrieking, hammer in 
his hand, trying to catch lightning.

Their songs have power, something ancient is stirring in the depths, coming 


|VI. O. The Mystery of the Missing Week|

Again, Alice's screams rang in the stillness of the night. I saw myself run 
toward the cabin, flashlight in my hand.

I followed my past self. I was an out-of-body observer, a time traveler in a 
crazy, drunken dream. This was the beginning, the night Alice had disappeared.

The mystery of what had happened during the missing week was about to reveal 


|VI. P. Walter at the Anderson Farm|

When he stopped the car at the Anderson farm, Walter felt relieved; oblivion 
was close at hand. The brothers wouldn't miss a jar of moonshine, or two, in 
the booby hatch.

But then he saw the man on the porch, and he knew who it was. Driving for his 
life and knowing it was useless, he didn't realize he was crying until he 
couldn't see the road for the tears.


|VI. Q. Hartman During the Missing Week|

Hartman had never felt as anxious as during the week after Mott had managed to 
lose the Wakes. Their car stood by the path that had once led to Diver's Isle. 
Hartman though about Thomas Zane's cabin in the depths.

It was only a matter of time before Wake started writing. They had to be 
found, and fast.

The moment he heard on the police radio that Sheriff Breaker had picked up 
Wake, he was already in his car, driving toward town.


|VI. R. Hartman Considers Mott and Wake|

For a moment, Hartman considered strangling the idiot. Mott was mean-spirited, 
but easily manipulated; an emotional infant who lived for his approval.

Wake, by contrast, was a far more difficult subject. Mott had given him too 
much leash. In two days, who knew what could happen? Hartman would have to 
find a way to rein him in, and quickly.


|VI. S. Mulligan Questions Nightingale's Orders|

Deputy Mulligan tuned Thornton's chatter out. He didn't think writers were 
particularly useful people, and a huge manhunt for one stuck him as idiotic, 
certainly not worth the missed opportunity for coffee and pie. It wasn't even 
clear what the man had done, except run from them at the trailer park.

Mulligan knew he wasn't alone: the Sheriff's patience with the Fed was running 


|VI. T. Nightingale Finds the Manuscript|

As the deputies hauled Wake and Wheeler away, Agent Nightingale eagerly 
examined the stack of papers Wake had been carrying. It was incomplete, a 
collection of random pages.

But there was enough: he saw his own name in there, among others. His hands 
shook with emotion.

Finally, it was proof. He had been right all along.


|VII. Episode 5 - The Clicker|

15 pages total
(3 pages found only in Nightmare mode)

|VII. A. Nightingale Reads the Manuscript|

Nightingale tried to make sense of the manuscript. It was disjointed and 
strange. He didn't understand half of it, but it all rang true, impossibly 

He took out his hip flask when he reached the page that described how he 
reached the page that made him take out his hip flask.

It wasn't the booze that made his mind reel.


|VII. B. Nightingale Attacked by the Dark Presence|

Nightingale felt the situation veering out of his control, but the gun at 
least felt steady in his hands. He was ready to fire, resolved that he would 
let this happen over his dead body -- and yet he hesitated.

He had seen this moment before, read it in the page. He was transfixed by the 
déjà vu and the horror that he was a character in a story someone had 

Then the monstrous presence burst in behind him and dragged him into the 


|VII. C. The Dark Presence Set Back|

The darkness that wore Barbara Jagger's face was furious. The story in the 
manuscript had been making it stronger all the time, but now the light had set 
the writer free and hurt it, weakened it.

It was only a matter of days before the Dark Presence would be strong again, 
but meanwhile, it would be difficult to recapture the writer.


|VII. D. Cynthia's Work|

Cynthia Weaver worked hard, following her obsessive rituals -- sometimes 
fighting them, always giving into them in the end.

She haunted the halls of Bright Falls' abandoned power plant. She marked her 
caches with light-sensitive paint that could only be seen by eyes that had 
been touched by darkness and saved by light like she'd been.

She was preparing defenses and supply lines for the war she knew would come -- 
the war between the forces of light and darkness.


|VII. E. The Dark Presence Hunts Wake|

For it to be free, the Dark Presence needed the writer to finish the story. 
Again and again the story let it get frustratingly close to the writer without 
letting it capture him. It was bound by the events depicted in the manuscript.

But it could pursue the writer indirectly, put others on the task, and stop 
those who would help him.

It took over everything in its path, made them its puppets, and sent them 
after Alan Wake.


|VII. F. Alice Trapped in the Dark|

Alice had screamed until she had no voice left to scream. Around her, the 
darkness was alive. It was cold and wet and malevolent and without end. She 
was a prisoner, trapped in the dark place.

The terror would have burned her mind out, but one thing made her hand on: she 
could sense Alan in the dark. She could hear him. She could see the words he 
was writing as flickering shadows.

He sensed her, too. He was trying to work his way to her.


|VII. G. Barry in the Sheriff's Station|

Barry was in his element, making calls, making things happen, even if he 
didn't entirely know what those things were. He wouldn't let the hot Sheriff 
chick down, even if every noise he heard from outside -- And he heard plenty 
-- made him jump. He had only paused to text Al a message, told him to hurry 

Suddenly, Barry froze in mid-dial: a window broke somewhere in the building, 
and then the lights went out.


|VII. H. Barry in the General Store|

Barry got back to his feet inside the Bright Falls General Store and dusted 
himself off. Right next to the cans of baked beans was a locked case filled 
with flare guns. And yet, here was a conveniently placed barrel of crowbars!

Barry's smile widened as he realized that this was the classic movie scene 
where the hero had to gear up and arm himself to the teeth. Barry threw 
himself into the role.


|VII. I. Wake's Plan|

The story I had written in the cabin had come true. Touched by the Dark 
Presence, I had written a horror story, but the end was still missing. The 
story was incomplete and the last unfinished page of the manuscript still sat 
in the typewriter in the cabin study.

If I could get back there, if I could read the page, then I could write my own 
ending to this story and save Alice.


|VII. J. The Falling Helicopter|

Sarah was almost starting to relax. Maybe they could turn this into a win yet.

Suddenly, there was a piercing sound, like a table saw gone wild, as a hundred 
birds made out of shadows swarmed into the rotor.

The chopper bucked wildly and the board lit up, telling her what she already 
knew: they were going down. Barry Wheeler screamed next to her.


|VII. K. Zane's Shoebox|

Thomas Zane knew he had to remove all that had made this horror possible, 
including himself. That was the only way to banish the dark presence he had 
unleashed and now looked at him through the eyes of his dead love.

But he also knew that despite his best efforts, it might someday return, so 
even as he wrote himself and his work out of existence, he added a loophole as 
insurance, an exception to the rule: anything of his stored in a shoebox would 


|VII. L. Cynthia on Her Way to the Dam|

Making her way through the water pipe alone, Cynthia was angry at the writer. 
Foolish young man, taking unnecessary risks. And the way he broke the rules! 
Didn't he understand what was at stake?

Since the terrible days in the 70s, she hadn't wavered once, as hard as it had 
been. She was tired of protecting the town all these long years and now only 
wanted to rest.


|VII. M. The Poet and the Muse Lyrics 4|

The Poet and the Muse lyrics by Old Gods of Asgard.

The chorus:

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch's cabin key
Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night
Find the lady of the light, still raving in the night
That's how you reshape destiny


|VII. N. Children of the Elder God Lyrics 1|

Children of the Elder God lyrics by Old Gods of Asgard

The first verse and the chorus:

Warriors, torchbearers, come redeem our dreams
Shine a light upon this night of otherworldly fiends
Odin's might be your guide, divorce you from the sane
Hammer's way will have its way, rise up in their name
Oh, Memory and Thought
Jet black and clawed
Children of the Elder God
Scourge of light upon the dark


|VII. O. Children of the Elder God Lyrics 2|

Children of the Elder God lyrics by Old Gods of Asgard

The second verse and chorus:

Scratching hag, you can rake your claws, and gnash your crooked teeth
You've taken slaves, like ocean waves, now feel the ocean seethe
Father Thor, bless this war between the dark and light
In their songs let their wrongs bring dissolution's night
Oh, Memory and Thought
Jet black and clawed
Children of the Elder God
Scourge of light upon the dark


|VIII. Episode 6 - Departure|

10 pages total
(4 pages found only in Nightmare mode)

|VIII. A. The Dark Presence Wants to Stop Wake|

The Dark Presence was no longer trying to capture the writer so he could 
create the ending it wanted.

The writer knew too much. He was too strong, and he carried a weapon left 
behind by Thomas Zane, something that could hurt it.

Now the darkness was doing everything in its power to simply stop the writer 
from ever reaching Cauldron Lake and the dark place it came from.


|VIII. B. The Trail of the Dark Presence|

The bottom of Cauldron Lake was a graveyard of things the lake had claimed in 
one way or another over the decades. The Dark Presence brought them up in its 
wake, scattering the rotten, waterlogged hull of an old boat here, the remains 
of a long-ago crashed airplane there.

Trees shattered under the impacts. The earth groaned. It didn't even notice.


|VIII. C. Thomas Zane's Last Dive|

Zane cut its heart out, but it didn't die. The thing that wore Barbara's face 
kept crooning sweet nothings, sugar laced with poison.

He put on the suit, untied the monster from the chair. The thing in his arms 
thrashed weakly, but he held fast. He stepped outside, off the pier, and into 
the dark water, a sinking pinprick of light, descending toward a bottom that 
never came.


|VIII. D. The Dark Place|

The dark place I found myself in was unlike anything I could ever have 
imagined; it wasn't solid, it flowed. It was conceptual and subjective.

For someone else, an artist in another field, it would have been very 
different. I could sense the story of the manuscript all around me, the words 
and idea floating in the air, poised to become real.


|VIII. E. The Way through the Dark Place|

After Zane had gone, I stood alone in the shifting dream that was the dark 
place. I had to find a way to the cabin. I had written myself a way through 
this place in the manuscript.

I followed the idea of a path. I had written myself across the ocean that 
blocked my way, and with that, there was a bridge to the island beyond. The 
idea of the cabin flickered in the underwater darkness. I willed the cabin to 
be real.

And it was.


|VIII. F. The Poet and the Muse Lyrics 1|

The Poet and the Muse lyrics by Old Gods of Asgard

The first verse:

There's an old tale wrought with mystery of Tom the Poet and his muse
And a magic lake which gave a life to the words the poet used
Now, the muse she was his happiness, and he rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the blackened waves
'Til in the stillness of one dawn, still in its misty crown
The muse she went down to the lake, and in the waves she drowned


|VIII. G. The Poet and the Muse Lyrics 2|

The Poet and the Muse lyrics by Old Gods of Asgard

The second verse:

The poet came down to the lakes to call out to his dear
When there was no answer he was overcome with fear
He searched in vain for his treasure lost and too soon the night would fall
Only his own echo would wail back at his call
And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he'd create
Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake


|VIII. H. The Poet and the Muse Lyrics 3|

The Poet and the Muse lyrics by Old Gods of Asgard

The third verse:

In the dead of night she came to him with darkness in her eyes
Wearing a mourning gown, sweet words as her disguise
He took her in without a word for he saw his grave mistake
And vowed them both to silence deep beneath the lake
Now, if it's real or just a dream one mystery remains
For it is said, on moonless nights they may still haunt this place


|VIII. I. Sarah and Barry in the Well-Lit Room|

In the end, Barry wasn't going to shoot Sarah, they both knew that. Once she 
had no chance of catching up to Wake, Barry gave up the gun and sat down on 
the floor, shielding his face from the merciless glare of the Well-Lit Room.

"I don't think I'm ever gonna see him again," he said in a weak voice.

Sarah didn't have it in her to be mad at him. Besides, he was probably right.


|VIII. J. Zane's Poem|

I'd first heard the poem in a dream, recited by a strange UFO-like light. I'd 
read it again in the cabin, in a book by Thomas Zane:

For he did not know
That beyond the lake
He called home
Lies a deeper, darker
Ocean green
Where waves are
Both wilder
And more serene
To its ports I've been
To its ports I've been