The Maxwell Archive is a Blogspot page created by Noah Maxwell on November 11th, 2016, as a location online where he intends to host a digital copy of the content of Milo's journal.

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Noah's page has the following description:

my name is noah maxwell and welcome to my waking nightmare. hosted here is the contents of milo asher's journal.

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"whispers" - November 11, 2016, 11:11 AM Edit

Milo's Journal

"milo's journal"

today is my 25th birthday and i am a hollow husk of a human being. these past few years have turned me cold and pensive, but through my tenacious study i have found truth. i am not the man i thought i would be when i was younger, but i've since found out that i was always destined to end up this way. over six years ago, my cousin milo asher died and demons that had haunted

him began creeping into my life because i looked too deep into his grave and slipped down the same rabbit hole he did. after a time, a briefcase full of his belongings was left at my doorstep. among other curious things, he left to me his personal diary. this journal has a lock on it, and the key provided did not work.

for months this tome spoke to me, whispered things to me. the things it said ranged from dispiriting to insipid to insidious. it went from telling me that it loved me to repeating the fortunes i kept finding around my home to saying that everyone ive ever known will die. it was maddening, and even when i began to get somewhat used to it, almost finding it pleasant having someone to talk to, i grew to hate the book. i began to suspect that it was a bear trap in disguise, forcing it open being exactly what they'd want me to do. so i didn't. and i sat on it for the longest of times disillusioned thinking that if i didn't play their game, id be safe. but that's not how the game works. the powers that be didn't like my stagnancy and they tricked me into making my next move: losing the journal.

after a series of grueling trials to reacquire this fucking thing, i had a breakthrough and discovered just how powerful the eye-like symbol really is. it can do more than just sever ties with something. it is a reality hacking tool that can serve as a gateway portkey as well as a kind of super spyglass if one so wishes, but most importantly its objective can also be undone and used in reverse to bind things. by ascribing meaning into it, one can use it to lock or unlock all kinds of things in uniquely specific ways depending upon what purpose you infuse your inscription with. i thusly use the presence of the severance rune here to block anyone attempting to disturb the contents of this blog.

once i learned how to properly operate this symbol, i was able to manipulate it in such a way that allowed me access to the knowledge within. upon learning how to do this and other distressing information, i was presented with a very difficult choice: to keep the soul of the journal alive, or to open it and silence it. i reluctantly decided to open it and the whispering ceased forever. for a year i dissected the contents of this cursed object over and over and over. i learned of milo's hellish life, unearthed more about a group of madmen who lead so many astray, read of a dead father back from the grave, investigated a conman who started it all, shed light on the terrible woman that milo called mother, and logged a series of paradoxes that changed all of our lives.

i love you milo. thank you for your unimaginable sacrifice. i will never forgive myself for not being there for you in your most darkest of days, but i thank you for sharing some of mine in whatever form you may have been in. reading of your courage inspires me to keep on going. i will keep your essence alive with this record, just as i did with the videos. you're still by best friend. i miss you so much man. i miss the whispers

"unveiling" - January 15, 2018, 1:11 AM Edit

please rise.

there is no excuse for my absence. so here's an excuse.

coming to terms with what i have done, what i have discovered, and what i will become has been terribly crippling. i've tried time and time again to ignore the unspeakable horrors behind door number one. i know that to continue my journey this door must be opened and the hell beyond it faced, but i keep pathetically pretending that one day they will all just dissolve into the ether from whence they came. but they are eternal. and i know this. while i'm foolish to underestimate them and their supreme power, i have taken humiliating refuge in the equally unspeakable horror of knowing that i will eventually become one of them. discovering the luxury of having a mysterious upper hand in an impossible game of four dimensional chess has made me drunk with shameful procrastination.

upon making this blog all those months ago i immediately felt the urge to delete it, not because i knew it would ensure my sinking deeper into the vile quicksand of this game, but because i was mercilessly nagged by the notion that it may somehow aid the opposing team. however, at this juncture, the knowledge of a divine causality loop maintained by firebrand has empowered me. i've come to the realization that if what i am doing now is indeed wrong, i would surely be stopped and led on the right path. he has this power. i have seen it. i am simultaneously both the rat in the maze and the experimenter. so why fear a game that is actively rigged in my favor? i am effectively invincible. as long as i'm alive. so fuck it. time to play my turn.

after over a year of fearful hesitation i think it's finally time to present milo's corpse to the public. it has taken all of the energy left in me to shake off the shackles of my own design and come back to this forgotten blog. as much as it's a deeply personal account truly meant for me as an aid to my absurd situation, i feel that he would want his story told to everyone. when milo wrote to his diary, he was really writing to all of us. he was shouting into the lonely void of a silent book with no one to hear his cries for most of his life and i feel that somehow, somewhere, putting more eyes on his chronicle will make him feel less alone. either way, i have been documenting his legacy for years and it would be a downright disgrace to stop now.

this is milo's second funeral. a mourning of the living account. what follows is a eulogy in the form of his own diary.

please be seated.

"foreword" - January 15, 2018, 11:11 PM Edit



Milo, I understand how the world can seem, at times, a dark place. I know that you feel alone, standing at the mouth of a great void, and knowing that there are things that are staring back through the darkness. But know that we can smile back. Know that it is all we can do, is smile, and know that there are others who know what we do. 
Your doctor and friend, James Corenthal

July 23 1995

"july 23 1995"

My name is Milo Asher. I am six years old. The docter wants me to write in this book. He gave it to me today. He is a nice man. It has a lock and key so only I can read and write in it. He wants me to write about the big man. This will be my diary and it will help me with writing. Miss Robinson says practice makes perfect. I love to write.

"school" - January 16, 2018, 11:11 PM Edit


"july 35 1995 - august 7 1995"

July 25 1995   

Today is a nice day. First grade is starting soon. I miss my frends. I like seeing my frends at school. Math is my favorite class. I also like recess time.  

July 27 1995 

Today is a cold day. I ate a peanut butter jelly sandwich. My mommy made it for me. Mommy makes the best sandwiches. 

August 2 1995

I saw the big man today! I think so. He was standing outside of the school. He plays hide and seek all the time. Sometimes I cant find him. I know he is there because he always is. The docter did not tell me who the man is. Mommy says that it is my imagination but it is real. He is real.

August 7 1995

I started school today! School was fun. I got a gold star in english class and met some boys and girls. Jeremy is a nice friend that I made. He is also 6 like me and likes cars too.

"broken" - January 18, 2018, 11:11 PM Edit


"august 10 1995 - august 25 1995"

August 10 1995 

Today is warm. I told Jeremy about the big man. Jeremy told the other kids at lunch and they made fun of me. I am not friends with Jeremy anymore.

August 19 1995

No one wants to be my friend. They think I am weird. The sychologist is mean. I think I am the only one who can see the man. I think i am broken inside.

August 21 1995

I made a new friend today. He is named Kevin. His skin is dark and knows alot of jokes. I like him more than Jeremy. He didnt tease me or anything like the others. He told me he is teased too but I will not tell him about the big man because he mite make fun of me.


"august 25 1995 - september  9 1995"

August 25 1995

Kevin sits next to me in Lunch every day. Pizza day is the best. He does not have many friends like me. I think it is because he reads comics alot. I hurt my knee at recess today. I wish everyday was pizza day.

September 4 1995

No school today because it is Laber Day. Miss Robinson gave us three pages of home work. I am so mad! I do not like home work! I called Kevin and he said that I can sleep over this weekend. I am so excited!

September 8 1995

Im at Kevins house! Mommy didnt want me to go but I lied and said that we have to work together on homework. We played Spyro* and drew pictures. Kevin is my best friend.

September 9 1995

My birthday is in a week. I am going to turn seven years old. I want a party but Mommy does not have enouf money so we cant afford one. I watched TV with Kevin all day and now my head hurts.

*spyro the dragon was released for the playstation on september 9 1998 - three years after this entry. how the hell did they play the game three years early? 

"birthday" - January 20, 2018, 11:11 PM Edit


"september 16 1995 - september 19 1995"

September 16 1995

TODAY IS MY SEVENTH BIRTHDAY! I am 7 years old. Cousin Noah came to visit from Florida. He is a nice guy. His mommy bought me a kitten! I am glad mommy let me keep him. I named him Oscar and he is orange. He is my first pet and I love him alot. Noah and Kevin and Eric slept over at my house. I love my birthday because Mommy will let people stay over. I wish I knew Daddy more.

September 19 1995

The big man was at school again. He was behind the big blue gate at recess time. I pointed but Kevin did not see him. I cried a little but Kevin didnt make fun of me. Kevin is a good friend. I want to show him Oscar this weekend. I had a strange dream about Grandpa. He was sitting at a table and angry.