This House of Dreams is what appears to be an ARG for the unannounced Alan Wake game. It is a blogspot owned by a woman named "Samantha" as she rebuilds an old house she bought. Throughout rebuilding it, she uncovers secret poems, photos and has strange dreams. You can visit the blog here. All dates are Americanized.


To anyone in the first few months, nobody would have suspected that "This House of Dreams" had anything to do with Alan Wake. On 2 June 2012, Sam Lake tweeted the blogspot as well as "It’s all true. "It will happen again, in another town, a town called Ordinary." It's happening now.". Since that tweet, it's become more clear that Alan Wake is somehow involved in everything being posted.

On the Alan Wake page, in Facebook, Remedy hinted strongly about "This House of Dreams", technically making it official. Afterwards, they even linked the Blog with the statement.
They commented on it on Monday, July 30, 2012 at 11:22 am: "Even The Darkness can make mistakes - Every now and then pieces of what it's been holding find their way back - back into the light..." -
Here is a link to the "strongly hinted" message-


February 2012

Introduction (02/22/12) 9:14 AM

This was posted on the very day that Alan Wake's American Nightmare was released on the Xbox 360. The post introduces Samantha as she explains how she had just bought the house of her dreams and how she was looking forward to rebuilding the house.

The post reads:

"I've fulfilled my lifelong dream and bought an old house. This blog will follow the process as I renovate the house into the house of my dreams. It’s going to be an exciting adventure. Welcome aboard!"

Tour of the House (02/23/12) 2:53 PM

Samantha begins to up her new home and states that she will be rebuilding the house on her own. She also states how she has found some "treasures", left by the previous owners.

The post reads:

"I took some photos today of the fun work ahead. As you can see, this will take a while. But I’m up for the challenge (some of my friends think I’m crazy for doing this by myself, yes, I’m talking about you, Andrea and Jen ;))! I’m already browsing through wallpaper catalogs.

Oh, and exploring the nooks and crannies of my future home has unearthed some real treasures. The previous owner left all kinds of stuff in the attic. More of that next time!"

March 2012

First Night in the House (03/02/12) 9:01 AM

This blog explains Samantha's first night in the house since she began rebuilding it, and how uncomfortable it has felt.

The post reads:

"I spent the night in my future home for the first time. It was almost like camping indoors, I had a sleeping bag. There was a weird flapping noise that kept me awake at night. I found a dead wren in the attic earlier (there is a broken window), and I imagined that there's a bird trapped somewhere inside the walls (not a nice image to think about, sorry)."

Toys in the Attic (03/05/12) 7:44 AM

Samantha begins showing readers a few of the things she has found in her attic and how the daughter of the previous owner told her that Samantha could do what she liked with them.

The post reads:

"As I mentioned earlier, the previous owner left all kinds of stuff in the attic. Her daughter told me that they have no use for them; I can do what I want with them!

I've always been fascinated by attics. As a child, I used to sneak up to my grandparents’ attic to explore. It always felt like a magical, mysterious place, slightly scary but not too much so, filled with forgotten treasures waiting to be discovered. I've felt the same way in the past few weeks, climbing up to my own attic.

The most wonderful discovery I've made so far is an old shoebox filled with typewritten sheets of poems and black and white photographs. Photos and scans of those soon!"

Shoebox Photos (03/11/12) 5:34PM

Samantha shows readers two photos that were found in a shoebox in her attic of a woman (believed to be Barbara Jagger) and a man in a wetsuit (potentially Thomas Zane). Their faces, however, have some sort of black liquid covering their faces.

The post reads:

"There were two black and white photographs in the old shoebox I found from the attic. The box was among the things left behind by the previous owner. The photos depict a man getting into and out of a wetsuit, and a woman – I’m guessing his wife or girlfriend – helping him. He could be a diver? I’m not an expert, but I’d say that the photos are from the 60s or 70s. Here comes the weird part: their faces are covered with black ink stains. It must have been done on purpose as only the faces are covered. It’s a delicious mystery, the whole shoebox is. I’m thrilled! I love mysteries like this. In addition to the photos, there are poems, 12 of them! I’ll post them soon."

Shoebox Dream (03/14/12) 7:52 AM

This is where things start to get a bit much for Samantha as she has her first 'nightmare'. She explains how, in the dream, an FBI agent with a dark, leaky face (probably Agent Nightingale) had come to her door asking for the shoebox. And If she didn't give him the shoebox right away, he would throw her in jail. She also explains how when she looked at his badge, it no longer said "FBI", but "AWE" (it could be possible that "AW" stands for Alan Wake and the 'E' could be the subtitle for the next Alan Wake game).

The post reads:

"OK, I’m freaking out just a bit here. I saw a really bizarre nightmare last night. I know this is supposed to be a blog about my new house, but the dream is related to that, and on the other hand, look at the name of the blog. This isn't what I meant when I came up with the name, but now it feels strangely appropriate, don’t you think?

In the dream, I heard the doorbell ring and went to open the door. There was a man there. He said he was a federal agent. He showed me his badge and all, just like the FBI agents do in the movies. Here comes the scary part: there was something wrong with his face; it was leaking inky smoke so that I couldn't see what he looked like. When I woke up I realized that this image totally came from the ink-covered faces in the photos, of course (see the previous post). The man asked me about the shoebox. He said that it contains top-secret information and that I need to give it to him. I got scared that he’ll put me in jail and went to get the shoebox, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I searched the whole house but it was nowhere. Then I went to the bathroom to look for it, and saw myself in the mirror: my face was covered with inky smoke as well! And that’s when I woke up. When I think back about the dream, it didn't say “FBI” on his badge; it said “AWE”.

This is the weirdest thing of all: Now I can’t find the shoebox anywhere. I have looked everywhere I can think of. I’m sure that it will turn up somewhere, there is so much junk lying around in the house at the moment, but kind of creepy in any case. I didn't get around to scanning the poems yet, but I did take photos of them, luckily."

Under the House (03/25/12) 6:36 PM

This blog is about when Samantha went under the house after she found a trapdoor. The blog also states that the house Samantha now live in is in a town called "Ordinary".

The post reads:

"A couple of guys came to do some plumbing work on Friday. They had to get under the house to do that, and I discovered that there was a trapdoor that led to the crawl space underneath. It had been screwed shut, and had to be opened. After they were done, I decided to go down there to explore. Armed with a flashlight and my iPhone for shots, I squeezed myself through the trapdoor. It was cramped and claustrophobic (I’m amazed that the workmen were able to do any work there, I’m tiny compared to them). I was mentally prepared for rats and dead cats or even something worse, but there was nothing out of the ordinary down there. Nothing out of the ordinary in the town of Ordinary (pun intended)."

Shoebox Poems (03/25/12) 6:49 PM

In this blog, Samantha explains how the contents she removed from the shoebox before it went missing has unnerved her a bit. She explains how the daughter of the previous owner knows doubts the photos were of anyone in her family, or that anyone in her family was a poet. The daughter does go to explain how she has a mother is in a nursing home with advanced Alzheimer’s disease, which could indicate her mother is actually Wendy Desole. This is unknown, but quite likely.

The post reads:

"I've been really busy and stressed at work lately, but in spite of that the shoebox and its contents are never far from my thoughts. You might say that I’m getting a bit obsessed about them. I've been trying to find out who the poet is, or the couple in the photos, but no luck. I asked the daughter of the previous owner about it (her mother is in a nursing home and suffers from advanced Alzheimer’s disease, so she wouldn't be able to help me). She was certain that no one in her family was a poet, and she doubted that the people in the photos were anyone from her family. She told me that her mom liked to buy stuff from yard sales, and her guess was that the shoebox was something her mom had picked up from one of those.

I’ve tried to find the shoebox after it went missing, but I can’t find it. I’m so glad I took photos of the poems before I lost them.

April 2012

Poem 1 (04/09/12) 4:07 PM

Samantha begins uploading the text from the photos of the poems she took. In this first poem, it seems to describe what is believed to be the Taken but in a rather different way.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

We pillage and whore
Hauling our loot
We swagger down alleys
We don’t say please
The town is burning
We set it in flame
We are the fire
That’s gone out in your eyes

We are the maggots gnawing your heels
We are the rain trickling down
From the hole in your ceiling
We are the ants inside your walls
And under the boards of your floor
We are eating your house
We are the sharp rocks under your knees
In front of the altar
Where you are kneeling

We have no morals
No guilt, no qualms
We don’t give a damn
The sewers are clogged
Filled with waste
The water is rising

We’ll make a ship out of
Your naïve, broken dreams
And lay siege to your sanctuaries
We are a ravenous horde of rats
We are the fangs and we are the beast

There will be no more admiring gazes
No more courtesies
No more gardens in spring
We are the rising waste
And you will be a drowned king

NOTE: The first stanza has been crossed out, and the sheet had been torn up."

Poem 2 (04/09/12) 4:08 PM

In this poem, it seems to be describing "The Dark Place". This very poem (minus the first line) can be heard near the end of the song "Balance Slays the Demon" from Alan Wake's American Nightmare.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

Divorce me from all that’s sane
Screaming, mute darkness
Descend on this frail frame
I drown in fathomless black space
Light never scratched
The depths of this domain
I see not; yet nothing could be worse
Than the shades
My mind calls herein
Alone at my own wake
The unraveling of reason’s skein

NOTE: It says “THE DARK PLACE” below the poem, and there’s a line from William Blake’s Auguries of Innocence “Some are born to endless night.”"

Poem 3 (04/09/12) 4:09PM

This poem could explain being buried dead underground or how being underground is the safest place to be.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

I go underground
Follow me underground
Everyone else has gone there
Down to the ground
I’ll take you underground

They chased a mystery
They are a mystery to me
And you’ll think that of me
When I tell you my tale

What we bring with us
Sorry secrets and awkward lies
Wet matches
A yarning for overcast skies
Everything else down here
Has been stolen so many times
Everyone who walks down these steps dies

I go underground
Follow me underground
Everyone else has gone there
Down to the ground
I’ll take you underground"

Poem 4 (04/09/12) 4:10PM

This poem could be the battle between Alan Wake and Mr. Scratch. The last part stanza is what Thomas Zane told Alan Wake in his dream.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

Of the shadows of the deep
He challenged me
To a duel
I indulged him

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 have been
To its ports I have been

NOTE: “rewrite?” has been written next to the first stanza."

Poem 5 (04/09/12) 4:11PM

This next poem could be an old tale passed down from mother to child. The child in this case could be Thomas Zane, which could mean that perhaps the dark presence has been around since before Zane was born. The last three lines are also found on the sundial at the Cauldron Lake Lodge and partly in the song Balance Slays the Demon. "E" could also be "Emil" for Emil Hartman.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

My mother told me to no avail
If you play with shadows
You grow sickly and pale
And forget all the wonders
The sun can unveil
Beyond the shadow you settle for
there is a miracle

NOTE: the three last lines have been underlined and there a note saying “E’s favorite line, a long talk with him about the meaning, no changes but keep in mind for another time.”"

Poem 6 (04/09/12) 4:12PM

This poem could potentially be the times when Thomas Zane dived in the water, or when Barbara Jagger had drowned in Cauldron Lake.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

Your eyes were so cold
When you watched me go under
You were sitting in the boat
I floated down
To the darkness like a cloud
From a shark bite

I breathe out
My life with you
The currents wash me away
I let the currents
Wash me away"

Poem 7 (04/09/12) 4:13PM

This poem could be describing traveling through heavy mist and fog or the feeling of the Dark Place.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

Mist like death
Mist like a lover’s breath
Rolls so soft and cold and wet
Memories met for the first time
Secrets whispered
To find a long lost doorway home
Or be led to parts unknown
And forever disappear beyond this veil
In her dreams to prevail"

Poem 8 (04/09/12) 4:16PM

This poem could explain having your own doppelgänger like Mr. Scratch. From the image, the "strange face with a long nose and round black eyes" Samantha describes is actually the side of Bird Leg Cabin.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

I wish it would shatter
Like glass under my heels
Just like a sheet of ice
When I close my eyes
That’s how the mirror feels

Oh mercy
Thousands have gone missing
Beyond the labyrinth of me
When you’re lost
You’re lost in your own company

NOTE: There’s another poem on the page as well: “In this hall of mirrors / built by liars / I’m a pale reflection of myself – Pool.” There are also a couple of drawings, a face of a man, some fir trees by the water (maybe?), and a strange face with a long nose and round black eyes."

Poem 9 (04/09/12) 4:17PM

This poem could be explaining the transition of nightfall as well as two lovers.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

Until that time comes around again
The shadow falls on this town again
It’s barely evening
But the shadow falls on me again

No one will miss us
Our faces inked black
They’ll sell our things at the flea market
They’ll never call us back

So she left with them
They’ll wine her and dine her
We huddle naked in this alley
Nothing’s for sure

Fir needles tickle
We bathe in rain water
All the way to the ocean
The memory of the slaughter

Until that time comes around again
The shadow falls on this town again
It’s barely evening
But the shadow falls on me again

When I’m awake I’m barely alive
When I sleep I have two hearts
Your heart and mine
Your two hearts and mine"

Poem 10 (04/09/12) 4:18PM

The poem seems to explain how Thomas Zane fell out of love with Barbara Jagger, potentially after he wrote her back using the power of Cauldron Lake.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

From bloom to gloom
Our love like fire
We burned our bridges
Furniture, clothes
Hair, flesh and bones
All too soon
We ran out of things
To burn
But while it blossomed
Our love
Was like a flower

NOTE: Also written on the page: “B. This is us. T.” and a name “Barbara” (I’m guessing, can’t quite make it out, different handwriting) next to a heart."

Poem 11 (04/09/12) 4:19PM

This poem could be describing how twisted the Dark Place can be.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

In this temple of shadow and mist
There's a window
In the floor and
A door in the ceiling
There is no knowing
Am I standing still
Or running or kneeling

NOTE: the two last lines have been scratched out (can’t make out what it originally said) and the lines of the poem have been written next to them."

Poem 12 (04/09/12) 4:20PM

The final poem could be detailing Thomas Zane's last few nights with Barbara Jagger, as her dark ways had a huge impact on their relationship.

The post reads:

"As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

Kept from sleep again last night
By the sound of chimes
I sway
So far below heaven
So high above hell
Frost creeps up
The trunk of my spine
All is blackness through these holes
Of my eyes
Just the wind in my skull
And the wings of her crows
They perch on the gallows
They have pecked me clean
And made a chime from
My bones

NOTE: Also written on the page: “B’s comment: a diver, not a hanged man, think about it!!!”"

May 2012

Shoebox Dream 2 (05/30/12) 6:03PM

Samantha has another dream that spooks her out. In this dream, she goes to visit the woman who owned the house she now lives in, only for the person that she actually meets is described to be Alan Wake. When she wakes up, she goes to get a glass of water, only to be greeted by a dark silhouette of a man in the window (possibly a Taken). From this, she goes out to buy some yard lights.

The post reads:

"I had another dream last night, and when I woke up, a real scare.

In the dream I was visiting the previous owner of my house at the nursing home, only in the dream the owner wasn’t a sweet old lady, he was a man, and he wasn’t old, he was a young man with a dark hair – very good looking in fact. I remember that he was wearing a funny jacket with old-fashioned elbow patches. I was there to find out about the shoebox, but he was very agitated and didn’t listen to me. The place was brightly lit, it was sunny outside, but he was still very anxious and wanted me to turn all the lights on. He kept going on about the place being too dark. I remember being certain that all the lights were on already, but that didn’t calm him down. In the end he was screaming for me to turn the lights on. I was also starting to freak out, starting to think that something horrible was coming to take us away, and that’s when I woke up. I was really thirsty, I got up from bed and went to get a glass of water. In the hallway, coming back, I suddenly saw a dark silhouette of a man outside the window. I must have screamed aloud. My heart stopped for a moment. I dropped the glass (luckily it didn’t break, it’s one of my favorites). I was really frightened. I rushed through the house, turning on all the lights. My first impulse was to dial 911, but after a moment that felt silly. I told myself that I must have imagined the whole thing, seen my own reflection in the window. Of course, with all the lights on inside, I couldn’t see anything outside anymore. I ended up calling a friend of mine, Joss, who lives nearby, waking him up. He was kind enough to come over and check the place. Bless him. Joss’s a real angel. There was no sign of anyone outside.

Today I’m definitely going buy some yard lights, I’ve been meaning to do that for some time already."

June 2012

No Light, No Light (06/04/12) 11:37PM

This blog post talks on the aftermath after the dream Samantha had a couple of nights ago, and how the song "No Light, No Light" really brought back the dream. This could also be a hint that the song could be a song for one of the credits in the new Alan Wake game.

The post reads:

"I’ve been very busy at work and too exhausted to post here for a while (apart for the nightmare the other night, which I had to get off my chest immediately, and it still gives me the creeps). On a more positive note, the house is slowly starting to look really good and I’ve been living here for a while (here’s a photo of my fireplace).

I got the yard lights, now I only need to get them installed.

To be honest, I’m playing for time here, writing this, not looking forward to going to bed. I was listening to the beautiful & brilliant Florence + the Machine earlier and the song “No Light, No Light” made me think about the nightmare again."

[no title] (06/05/12) 12:50AM

Samantha had told in the previous night how she had not yet had her yard lights installed, which instantly meant that the darkness could reach her. This post indicates that the Taken have at the very least tried to get her.

The post reads:

"Called 911. Men outside shadows darkcominghelpmoreligh"

Haunted House? (06/13/12) 6:23PM

This blog post is set days after the incident when the Taken had supposedly tried to get her. Samantha, having survived the encounter, talks about what had happened on the 5th of June and how the shoebox which had previously gone missing has now reappeared with new things inside it.

The post reads:

"I’m back and I’m okay. Well, not okay, but alive. They kept me in the hospital overnight for observation. And then I spent a couple days at my parents’ house.

On the night of my previous post (sorry if it frightened anyone) I had trouble going to bed, I was on my laptop, listening to music. The TV was on in the living room, I wasn’t really watching it, but I was mildly amused by the fact that the episode in the crappy horror show that was on was about a girl who buys a haunted house and gets into trouble. It was a rerun of the Twilight Zone or something. It got ridiculous when the corny narrator started saying things like: “She thought she had bought an ordinary house in an ordinary town, but nothing could be more out of the ordinary than this house…”. I actually laughed out aloud and walked to the living room to see. It was like someone was playing a practical joke on me. But then I immediately saw the men outside my window, dark shadowy silhouettes, and the power went out and it was dark and I could hear a window breaking in another room. I ran back to the kitchen where my laptop was, I grabbed it, rushed into the closet, shutting the door behind me. I sat on the floor and dialed 911. I could hear sounds of them breaking in, and insane shouts and laughter. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I could hear them getting closer. I stopped talking to the phone so they wouldn’t hear me. I wrote the blog post, I don’t know what I was thinking. Then they were behind the door, and I got up, trying to keep it closed. It flew open violently and I fell and hit my head. The last thing I saw in the glow of the laptop was the shoebox. It was sitting on the shelf. There was no way I could not have seen it before if it had been there since it went missing. Then all went black. I woke up in the hospital with a mild concussion. The police said that there were no signs of disturbance or break-in, other than what they themselves caused when they came in to check and found me. I don’t know what to think. I’ve been very stressed at work, but I'm not going crazy and I didn't just imagine it all. It really happened.

One thing is certain: this is my house, and I won’t be frightened away by ghosts or shadows. This is my house and I will fight for it if that’s what it takes. So there.

I just checked. The shoebox is there on the shelf in the closet. There is stuff inside that wasn’t there before."

July 2012

Houseguests (07/22/12) 9:45AM

After a long month, Samantha returns to do blog posts, but has a justifiable reason as to why she hasn't updated her blog. She states how somebody contacted her to stop blogging about the contents of the shoebox because of it's importance and how people would do anything to get their hands on the contents. After a long brief period, she decided to blog about the contents again because it's her blog; she can post what she likes. It's unknown who this is, but it could potentially be somebody close to the events of Bright Falls, like Cynthia Weaver, Sarah Breaker, or even Barry Wheeler perhaps, though it's unknown.

The post reads:

"Soon after my last update, someone contacted me. They had found me through this blog. They said that they know a lot about what’s been going on, about the origin of the shoebox’s contents, and that this kind of a thing had happened before, elsewhere. They promised to tell me more, on the condition that I’d stop updating the blog. They said that this whole thing should be kept secret and hinted that it could be dangerous, that there are people out there who think that the contents of the shoebox can be very valuable and would be willing to commit crimes to get hold of them. In a way it felt a lot like my nightmare about the agent who came asking about the shoebox. Of course this was totally different in many ways, but still, it reminded me of that, like the dream had come true somehow.

I promised to think about what they’d told me. And I have. And that’s the reason why there have been no updates for a while. They were friendly enough, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more the whole thing felt like a threat. And that really pisses me off. It’s a free country, and I can write about anything I want in my own blog. And the shoebox and everything in it came with the house, and thus it’s mine.

I’ve decided to keep updating the blog for now."

Inside the Shoebox (07/22/12) 9:52AM

Samantha decides to talk about the contents of the shoebox; there are more poems and a strange unknown device: an old rusty light switch. She states how when she flipped the switch, all the power in her neighborhood went out. She puts it down to a coincidence, where she explains how there was actually a thunderstorm occurring at the time that caused the power outage. Perhaps flicking the switch caused something more sinister by turning the light off rather than turning the lights on. Perhaps since Alan Wake flicked the clicker in Departure making it day time, flicking this one turned all the lights off.

The post reads:

"When I found the shoebox again, there were more poems inside, and a battered, old device: a switch of some kind. I actually had to go and ask about it in the local hardware store to be sure what it was. It’s an old light switch. When you flick it, there’s a solid, satisfying click. When I flicked it the first time after finding it, all the lights in the house went out. I swear I’m not making this up. It turned out to be the whole neighborhood actually, and the real reason for the power out turned out to be the thunderstorm rumbling above. But talk about a coincidence of a lifetime! I’ve flicked the switch many times after that and nothing strange has happened.

"I can't explain where this new stuff came from. Someone broke into my house and put it there? That makes no sense."

More Shoebox Poems (07/23/12) 5:57AM

Samantha posts more images on the newer poems which appeared in the shoebox when she found them again. However, one of them isn't a poem, but is in fact the title page to the manuscript Return with Alan Wake's name crossed out. On that same page, it mentions Joseph Campbell's monomyth, which began with "Departure", had "Initiation" as a middle and "Return" as the end. It's a system where a character will go on a journey and will eventually loop back to where they were; in the case of Alan Wake, the song Balance Slays the Demon has a hidden message that says "it will happen again in another town called Ordinary".

The post reads:

"There were six new poems in the shoebox, as well as something else, not a poem, a title page, I suppose, it seems to come from a different batch. All the pages seem old, as if they've gotten wet at some point. In any case, here are the photos.

I'll transcribe the poems in an update soon, just in case the photos are not clear enough."

Poem 13 (07/26/12) 5:10PM

As previously stated, Samantha said she would begin to transcribe the poems. This poem seems to detail Barbara Jagger and how the dark presence wore her face. It also seems to detail Thomas Zane and the way he appears to others; not as a man, but as a diver.

The post reads:

"I came looking for my princess
Instead I found a witch wearing her face
No one in the family
Had noticed the change
She said:
“She becomes me.”

Through all the wicked things she did
To me, her beauty kept me in a daze
I stared at her adoringly and forgot how she used to be
As she tortured me for days and days
She said:
”She becomes me.”

Isn’t it strange that with every wound
She’s caused her beauty in the mirror fades
I hear she’s already looking for another pretty girl
To put on in the old one’s place
She said:
“She becomes me.”

We’re both so thin
We wear our skeletons on the outside
She becomes me

NOTE: written below the poem: "B offended, thought this was about her, of course it's not".

Poem 14 (07/26/12) 5:14PM

This poem seems like it's detailing the feel of the darkness beneath the lake.

The post reads:

"Tightrope walking
Would you choose
A safety net
That traps you
And kills the thrill
Thin weave of wires
Slices your flesh
I must prefer
The dark air in-between
Soft shadows
Hug you gently
All the way to the ground

NOTE: written below the poem is a quote: "Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?" and the name of the author: "John Fowles"".

Poem 15 (07/26/12) 5:15PM

This poem either details Thomas Zane or Alan Wake being trapped in the dark place.

The post reads:

"More than anything
His dearest wish
He wanted to go from there
To leave
But he could not change his heritage
The blood in his veins was ink
And the crown was too tall
To pass through the door
He was doomed to remain
A king forevermore"

Poem 16 (07/26/12) 5:24PM

This poem seems to detail about shoe boxes and how there's more power in them than many think.

The post reads:

"Inside this shoebox we killed for
There is
We don’t know what
Neat stacks of hundred dollar bills
Jewels like stars
The dreams of those who’ve slept in this town
The dream of this town (when we open it, the dreamer will wake, and we, all part of his dream, will be gone)
Our wishes come true
The power to punch a hole into the universe

Inside this shoebox we killed for
There is
A coffee thermos
A flashlight
A box of ammo
Two pages of poems
Countless wor(l)ds

Inside this shoebox we killed for
There is
No cat, poisoned or otherwise, dead or living, undead, un-cat
Baleful spirits
All the evils of the world
No hope


NOTE: lines "A coffee thermos / A flashlight / A box of ammo / Two pages of poems, all crossed out. Written below the poem: "E can't see it. He's view is too narrow, limited. It's not a lake, it's an ocean, darkness before the act of creation, before the Big Bang, darkness upon the face of the deep, upon the face of the waters, before light, before the primeval atom, before the word, before THE POEM. I can be a creator, the creator. It has happened before, and it will happen again, many times."

Poem 17 (07/26/12) 5:25PM

This poem probably details a love/hate relationship between light and dark.

The post reads:

"I was surprised to find
That such revulsion could shine
In someone’s eyes. “How I hate your kind,”
He said, as we sat down to dine
On him"

Poem 18 (07/26/12) 5:30PM

This poem could have been written by somebody who knew Thomas Zane or Alan Wake. Who this poem refers to and who wrote it is unknown.

The post reads:

"A good friend passed away today
Quite unexpectedly
A bit of a bad luck there
But these things happen
It was nobody’s fault really
He was taken by
A dark presence
We keep his things in a shoebox
On our mantelpiece

NOTE: "dark presence" has been underlined. Written next to the poem: "E didn't find this funny".

The Title Page (07/26/12) 5:37PM

As mentioned, this page details Campbell's Monomyth. If Alan Wake was I and Alan Wake's American Nightmare was III, what will be II (Initiation)?

The post reads:

"RETURN by ?

Note: as said, this is not a poem, more like a title page for something. The name of the author has been thoroughly and violently scratched out. Written above the title: "Campbell's MONOMYTH! I) Departure II) Initiation! III) Return".

Diving Deep (07/29/12) 10:54AM

Samantha tells of the dream she just woke up to. She explains it wasn't a nightmare, but in fact she felt it as something good. In the dream, she see's both Thomas Zane and Barbara Jagger (though not knowing their names), and Zane explains how beneath Cauldron Lake is actually a dark place bigger than the universe itself. Zane was also revealed to be the one who had written all the poems that Samantha had found. Samantha also realized that it was indeed him and Barbara from the photos she had found earlier in the shoebox.

Zane also reveals one last poem he had written before he tried to kill Barbara about a safe haven, or a "baby" universe, amongst the dark place. What this could mean is that even in such dark places, there will always be light and that baby universe could just be what Alan needs to escape the dark place.

The post reads:

"I had another strange dream. Very different from the previous ones, this was not a nightmare, quite the contrary. The diver from the photos appeared to me. He looked nothing like in the photos, but it was the same man. He was the poet who had written the poems as well. In the dream he floated in the air above me in the bedroom as if we were underwater. He was wearing a strange, heavy diving suit, almost like a spacesuit, and he was shining with a bright light. He told me things that in the dream made perfect sense, but now not so much. I’ve made a habit of keeping a notebook and a pen by my nightstand, so that I can write down my dreams as soon as I wake up, but even then, I feel that I missed or misunderstood a lot of what he told me, already beginning to forget it while I was writing it down. Also, when I read through my own notes now, some of them make no sense. But afterward – and still now – I feel shaken by the powerful emotion I felt in the dream. I’ll try to explain the dream as well as I can.

The diver told me that a dark presence had taken over his girlfriend (the woman in the photos). He’d tried everything he could think of to banish it from her, but everything had failed. In the end, he finally understood what he had to do, finally understood the true nature of the dark place that was hidden under the waves of the lake where they lived. The lake was an opening to dark place that was much bigger than the lake itself, in fact, much bigger than the whole universe we live in. He wrote one last poem, his masterpiece, a secret poem, a hidden poem, a poem that’s not among the poems I’ve found in the shoebox. And he took his girlfriend for one last dive. Together they sank down into the depths, far deeper than he had ever dived before. In the dream, I was there, diving with them. And from the depths, something, or some things, surged up to meet them. Things of darkness, but bright things of light as well. The diver explained that these things, or these presences, were forever fighting a war between the forces of light and darkness. A dark presence had taken over his girlfriend, and a bright presence now came to take over him. And he surrendered his body to it, but at the same time, the essence of who he was kept diving deeper, ever deeper, holding the essence of his girlfriend (their spirits? their souls?). The diver (or what was left of him, his true self) spoke the words of his secret poem. The poem described a new world, an island in this sea of darkness, a safe haven, a paradise, a “baby” universe. The nature of the dark place was such that anything dreamed up there, any dream or a work of art, would come true, just as true as anything in our world can be. And the poem came true and the essence of the diver and the essence of his girlfriend escaped from the darkness and disappeared into this new world to live there happily ever after; while their shapes, his now taken over by a bright presence, as his girlfriend’s had been taken over by a dark presence, surged up, through the opening in the lake to our world, to continue their battle there.

When I woke up I felt overwhelmingly happy and privileged of having been shown this. I’ve never been so moved by a dream and didn’t think it could even be possible. Even now, even though I’ve forgotten many details, the feeling remains: a feeling of hope. I know that something amazing is coming, that something wonderful is going to happen, and at the same time I know that when it does, it will be something totally different from what I’m expecting, something I could never have imagined. And I know it might take a long time before it does happen, but no matter how long it takes, I’ll be here, waiting."


  • In the new hit-single made and produced by Barry and the Old Gods of Asgard, "Balance Slays the Demon", there are three parts in the song that connect to 3 of the poems Samantha found in the shoebox.

1. This one comes from Poem 5. In the beginning of the song, in the first chorus:

"Beyond the shadow you settle for

there is a miracle


2. This one is in the middle of the song and it comes from Poem 4:

"Beyond the lake

He called home

Lies a deeper darker

Ocean green"

3. And this one is in the beginning of the last chorus, in the song, that comes from Poem 2:

"Screaming, mute darkness

Descend on this frail frame

I drown in fathomless black space"

"Light never scratched

The depth of this Domain"

"I see not; yet nothing could be worse

Than the shades

My mind calls herein"

"Alone at my own wake

The unraveling of reason's skein".

  • The title of the blog is a pun of the book called "House of Leaves" to which Sam Lake took inspiration from when creating Alan Wake.
  • Sam Lake is believed to be the one behind-the-scenes of the blog, which seemed to be confirmed true after a picture was found of him in front of the fireplace in the "No Light, No Light" photograph.

Blog Images

Below are all the images found throughout the blog including which post they are from.

Click images to enlarge.

Blog Name Date Images
Introduction February 22nd, 2012 THOD1
Tour of the House February 23rd, 2012 THOD2THOD3THOD4
Toys in the Attic March 5th, 2012 THOD5THOD6THOD7THOD8THOD9THOD10THOD11THOD12
Shoebox Photos March 11th, 2012 THOD13THOD14
Under the House March 25th, 2012 THOD15THOD16THOD17
Shoebox Poems March 25th, 2012 THOD18THOD19THOD20THOD21THOD22THOD23THOD24THOD25THOD26THOD27THOD28THOD29
No Light, No Light June 4th, 2012 THOD30
Inside the Shoebox July 22nd, 2012 THOD31
More Shoebox Poems July 23rd, 2012 THOD32THOD33THOD34THOD35THOD36THOD37THOD38

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