Object 65 - "Madison Street Mannequin"
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The Madison Street Mannequin, seen in the window of Tutelary.

The Madison Street Mannequin is a mannequin found in Level 11. It can be seen in the window of a store labeled "Tutelary".


The Madison Street Mannequin is an old looking mannequin made of plaster with bronze colored skin and a semi-realistic face. It can be seen wearing a tattered suit covered in calcareous and siliceous deposits as if it was left underwater for a long period of time.

When a Wanderer views The Mannequin, they experience mild hallucinations. Wanderers report consistently seeing The Mannequin in their peripheral vision. This effect can last anywhere from a few days to several years. The mental state of Wanderers have been seen to be negatively affected during this time. It is unknown if this is an effect of the object or just a natural response to the hallucinations.

Supplementary Documents:

Journal of Howard Dunn:

The Mannequin's effects were discovered on December 5th, 2020, when Howard Dunn, a resident of M.E.G. Base Beta, came into contact with it. Sections of Dunn's personal journal have been included for informational purposes. Superfluous entries have been removed for brevity.


I think the backrooms are finally getting to me. I'm honestly surprised I wasn't really affected until now, but I guess it had to happen sometime. Long story short, I saw this creepy mannequin when I was out exploring some random streets in eleven, and now I keep seeing him out of the corner of my eye. It's almost like he's watching me. I'm sure if I just get a good night's sleep and keep drinking Almond Water, it'll go away, but it's still pretty creepy.


He's still there. I could see it in my room when I woke up. I keep telling myself that it isn't real, and I know that's true because it just disappears whenever I try to actually look at him it, but it's really freaking me out. God, I hope this ends soon.


I've been thinking, and I've decided. The most terrible thing that can happen to a person is going insane. Just having every single bit of rational thinking squeezed out of you. It feels so wrong. I You can never be sure what's real, or even who's real. The worst part about it is you can't stop it, no matter how hard you try. I've seen it happen before. Not to anyone I was close to (thank God). I drink all the Almond Water I can, but I'm afraid that it won't be long before I end up like an animal, driven only by fear, or maybe something far worse. That's kind of a grim thought. I'm sure it won't come to that.


I can't focus anymore. He's always watching me. It's like my brain is fried, and the only clear image is him. It's getting worse every day, and I just can't deal with it. God, I just need to escape. I'm heading out in the morning. Don't try to look for me. I'm sorry.


He's gone. I can't believe I'm finally back to normal. I don't really know what I was thinking yesterday. I guess I just snapped. I went out into Perdition, and I just had to lay down. It's all a blur, but I think I saw something that looked like a dragon coming towards me, but I just didn't couldn't move out of the way. I think it would have killed me. When I saw fire coming out of its mouth, something just clicked in me, and I snapped out of whatever haze I was in. I think it would have been too late, but the mannequin appeared between me and the dragon. Like, actually appeared, not some sort of weird hallucination. I it was real this time because it somehow absorbed the fire, giving me enough time to run away. I'm honestly not really sure what happened, or if any of that was even real, but I feel a lot better now.

Now that I'm able to think clearly, I'm sure that what caused this was the mannequin I saw in eleven. I know you can just go crazy from being in the backrooms, but I've never seen it hit anyone that hard. Whatever the case is, I'm not taking any chances. I'm leaving Base Beta tomorrow, and I'm honestly not sure if I'll ever set foot on Level Eleven again. That's probably okay though. I'm sure I'll be more help at Desert Rose anyhow. They could use another pair of hands. I'm going to give these pages to the MEG with the hope that they can destroy him because I don't want anyone else to ever have to go through that shit. Whatever they decide to do about it, I don't really care, as long as I never see him it again.

Note Found in the Pocket of the Object:

dear michael,
you are my northern star, my one and only. you stayed with me when no-one else would. i know it will be hard for you to move on, but i hope you find someone else to love after i am gone. i truly hope that you can bring light to the life of another, for i don't know where i would have been without you. even when i am no longer here, you will always be my guardian angel.
with love,

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