correspondence:;//

By Chef Bloodstains

//This is the first of a series. To continue, see correspondence:;//revelations:;//

//You may find it a better experience to read this series on r/nosleep, which you can find here.


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E-MAIL CORRESPONDENCE

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March 15, 2011

User: shaun_donato@gmail.com

TO: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

Hey Ross! How are you man?? I fucking miss you dude, it’s not the same here without you. I hope school is going well. You gotta call more often man!

Shaun

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March 16, 2011

User: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

TO: shaun_donato@gmail.com

whattup Shauny-boy!’ I miss you too dude! I’m sorry man, school is just taking over my fucking life right now. I had my first mid-term yesterday and I’m pretty sure I bombed it. Anway, enough about school lol. How is everyone?? You still banging Amy? lol. Good to hear from you dude. I’ll make an effort to communicate more often–it’s fucking lonely here!

Ross

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March 16, 2011

User: shaun_donato@gmail.com

TO: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

Bombing already? Aha, so I guess nothings changed! Amy and I broke up but got back together. She agreed we’d take it slow this time. She started talking about “taking our relationship to the next level” and I’m just not down for that shit right now. What about you?? Meet any hot girls there? Speaking of hot girls, Samantha is having a huge bash this weekend. I really don’t want to go, It’s going to be high school all over again, but Amy is making me. Anyway, I gotta feed Harly and head to bed. Long day tomorrow. They have me working 11 hour shifts now, it’s fucking slave labor. Talk to you soon,

Shaun

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March 17, 2011

User: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

TO: shaun_donato@gmail.com

Oh man, 11 hours? Why don’t you just quit dude? That job is killing you. About the girls, there are a few. I’m too busy right now for a relationship though. I do wish I could make it out for Sam’s party though. I haven’t seen her in forever. Have a beer for me man, cheers.

Ross

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March 20, 2011

User: shaun_donato@gmail.com

TO: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

You missed one hell of a party dude. You wouldn’t believe how many people asked about you. You also missed some pretty fucked up shit.

Amy drove my car home because I was drunk. She got lost and we ended up on this creepy dirt road. I was passed out so I didn’t even notice her going the wrong way. Anyway, I get out of the car to see where the hell we are and I had NO idea. She must have drove like 40 minutes out of the way because there was NOTHING here. We drove a little further and saw this one house with a light on so we figured we’d stop and ask where we were. I would have called someone but our phones had zero reception here for some reason. It was like a scene from a bad horror flick. We walked up this decrepit shack—this place was a dump. I knocked on the door but no one answered so we started to walk back to the car. Just as I was getting into the car, I noticed an older woman standing in the window. It was fucking creepy dude. Amy got freaked out so we just left and decided to find our own way back. We drove on this dirt road for like 20 minutes and Amy still didn’t recognize a single fucking thing. The road is kicking up all kinds of dirt but we could make out a figure standing in front of our car. It was messed up, Amy had to swerve to miss her. I looked out the window to see what the hell just happened and I’m almost certain it was the same old woman from the window. I know this sounds fucked up but I know what I saw. We ended up sleeping in the car that night and then drove home in the morning. I’m OK now but that was scary as hell dude. Anyway, I’ll talk to you later.

Shaun

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March 22, 2011

User: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

TO: shaun_donato@gmail.com

Wow Shaun, that’s some fucked up shit, I hope you’re OK. I doubt it was the same woman, you’re probably just tripping yourself out. Those country folk are fucking weird. If you see the guys, tell them hi for me. We’ll all be getting drunk this summer when I get back.

Ross

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March 28, 2011

User: shaun_donato@gmail.com

TO: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

Dude, remember that old woman I was telling you about? I’m pretty fucking sure I saw her last night.. I was in the kitchen and I happen to look out the window and there she was, standing in the middle of my yard. I think I’m losing it man. I stared for like 5 mins and she was looking back at me. I almost called the cops dude, I was shitting myself. I’m going to dig up your mothers corpse and face-fuck her skull while I make your dead baby sister watch until she cries tears of blood. Abalam be praised, the innocent shall burn!

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March 28, 2011

User: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

TO: shaun_donato@gmail.com

What the fuck, Shaun? That was NOT fucking funny dude. It hasn’t even been a year. That was so uncalled for. What the fuck is wrong with you. That shit is not funny man, fuck you.

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March 28, 2011

User: shaun_donato@gmail.com

TO: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

Oh my god dude, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what the fuck happened. I didn’t type all that. The first part is what I sent, I don’t know where all that other shit came from. I think someone is playing a fucking joke on me.. I’m so sorry dude, you know I would never say that. What the fuck is going on?? Im sorry..

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March 28, 2011

User: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

TO: shaun_donato@gmail.com

You’re messed up dude. I really hope you didn’t write that shit. That’s weird though, if you sent it then I don’t understand how you didn’t notice that. Something is weird about this dude. Whatever, if it was you, just don’t pull that shit any more. You were way out of line there man. Night

Ross

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March 29, 2011

User: shaun_donato@gmail.com

TO: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

Dude something isn’t right. The lights in here were flickering earlier and my computer is typing shit on it’s own. I’m like genuinely scared right now. I promise you that I didn’t type that shit, I don’t know what the fuck happened. dINdwd p poJSJ j1—23=47396546! D22r 3oiufkm.

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I just saw her fucking face on my monitor! That old woman. I need help man, I don’t know what’s going on right now.

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Holy fuck, I think someone’s in the house. D D d A wdd R roowpopokwapeok

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March 30, 2011

User: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

TO: shaun_donato@gmail.com

Fuck you dude. This shit is ridiculous, I’m not five years old. Don’t fucking message me any more.

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April 18, 2011

User: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

TO: shaun_donato@gmail.com

Shaun? Are you alright dude? Amy called me, she’s worried. She can’t get into your place and no ones seen you for 2 weeks. I’m sorry I got pissed dude. I’m going to come home this weekend man, I hope you’re ok. Pick up the phone or something man, I left like 50 messages. I’m coming home, I’ll see you soon.

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HORRIFIC SUICIDE SHAKES UP QUIET TOWN

April 25,2011

Jennifer Brooks

Police arrived at a gruesome scene yesterday while investigating a missing persons report. 23 year old Shaun Donato was found dead in his Vaughan residence after taking his own life. The horrific details surrounding this event have family and friends searching for answers. No suicide note was found. The missing persons report was filekd55 74 ouihjhuudaq; dd[pl da 18865 666 0031144\ 456


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Pathological Examination Report A85-249 page 8

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Summary: Based on the above observations, it is our opinion that the deceased died as a result of blood loss due to the many self inflicted injuries. The most notable of these injuries include a deep abdominal laceration, cranial hemorrhaging and severe rectal tearing.

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Vaughan City Police Department

REPORT: A missing persons report was filed on April 23rd, 2011 at 3:18pm. Detective Peter Roberts and officer Leslie Bronson found the victim while performing a routine investigation of the residence. the missing persons report was closed on April 24th, 2011 at 8:43am.

The victim was found on top of the kitchen table, naked. His abdomen was sliced open. His intestine had been pulled out, part of which was still in his hand. A lot of blood was found around the victims rectum, indicating some sort of trauma. His body appeared to be burned from the calves down. There were words written in blood on the walls. A yellow lab was found gutted and hanging above the fireplace. The15 6 .66- :;//


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MISSING PERSONS REPORT

Shaun Donato, 23.

April 24, 2011

UPDATE: Victim found dead. Cause of death ruled as a suicide.

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Amy Hutchins, Girlfriend of the victim.

Q: “When did you first suspect that something wasn’t right?”

A: It’s unlike Shaun disappear for long periods of time. He hadn’t been to work in over a week and he wouldn’t answer his phone. I feel like if I was able to talk to him, this could have been avoided.

Q: “Was Shaun depressed at all?”

A: No, not that I knew of. He was so full of life. I loved him so much I just can’t believe that he’s gone.

Q: “Did Shaun have any enemies?”

A: No, everyone loved Shaun. He was always the life of the party. This doesn’t make any sense. I know they’re saying it was a suicide, but.. I don’t know, this just doesn’t make sense! (She has become somewhat hysterical. We allow her time to calm down before proceeding)

Q: “The reports state that Shaun may have been a Satanist. Are you aware of any Satanic involvement that may have lead to this?”

A: What? Is that a serious question? Of course not! What the fuck are you talking about? How dare you even bring this up.. I can’t believe.. (unable to finish the interview)

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Ross Meyer, Good friend of the victim

Q: “I understand you’ve been away for school. How did you hear about the incident?”

A: Amy called me and told me she was worried. It’s out of character for Shaun to just disappear so I knew something was wrong.

Q: “Were you in contact with the victim prior to his death?”

A: We used to e-mail back and forth. He did seem like he was acting somewhat out of character in the weeks leading up to this but he’s always been a bit of a prankster so I just ignored it. I shouldn’t have done that. I feel partly responsible for this now. Oh my.. Harley. He loved that dog, I just don’t understand. Oh Shaun…

Q: “Would you be able to provide us with those e-mai.. (Ross had interrupted at this point)

A: Wait, who’s that? In the house? I thought the investigation was over? Who is that woman in the house?

“Ross, there isn’t anyone in the house. It’s been locked off”

A: No, I fucking saw her. THERE SHE IS! Why don’t you guys do your fucking jobs! How did she get upstairs?

(Unable to finish the interview. Ross Meyer taken in for further questioning).

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John Mallard, Neighbour of the victim.

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user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

August 5, 2010

I DID IT

I got in to McGill! It looks like I’m FINALLY going back to school. WOOT!

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*user comment*

user: shaun_donato@gmail.com

Congrats man! I can’t say that I’m looking forward to you moving to Montreal though 😦

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*user comment*

user: amy_hutchins@gmail.com

Oh my God congratulations, Ross! This is so exciting!

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*user comment*

user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

Thanks guys! You are both welcome to crash at my place whenever you’re in the city. (like you need more of a reason to party in Montreal, haha)



user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

August 28, 2010

R.I.P Jessica Meyer, my little angel

My baby sister, Jessica. It’s been a week and every day is harder than the last. I sometimes wish it was me in that car instead. Thinking about you always, your big brother, Ross. I love you.

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*user comment*

user: amy_hutchins@gmail.com

This is beautiful, Ross. Wherever she is right now, I’m sure she’s thinking about you too.

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*user comment*

user: samantha_cross@gmail.com

I’m so sorry for your loss. She’s in a better place now; Your tiny little guardian angel.



user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

September 20, 2010

Harder than I thought

Maybe it’s because I’ve been out of school for so long, but man is this shit is hard. I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep up with all this work!



user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

December 24, 2010

Christmas Abroad

I wasn’t able to make it home for Christmas this year 😦. That being said, MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone! This also means that I won’t be home for New Years either. (sorry Shaun, I know I said I would be). Hopefully Santa brings me another set of arms so that I can actually finish these fucking assignments.

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*user comment*

user: shaun_donato@gmail.com

Merry Christmas you big oaf! It sucks you wont be here, but hey, your loss! Just Kidding. We’ll be thinking about you dude. Be safe!

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*user comment*

user: amy_hutchins@gmail.com

Merry Christmas, Rossy! Have a good one, k? Oh, and Happy New Year as well! (a little premature but since we only talk like once a year now I think it still counts!)



user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

March 15, 2011

Off The Radar

I haven’t posted in awhile. I spoke with Shaun earlier today and it just reminded me of how much I miss everyone back home! I know it seems like I’ve fallen off the radar so I apologize. I’m going to make more of an effort to keep in touch everyone from now on. I know it cliché’ at this point, but I’ve been SOO fucking busy. ugh!



user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

April 26, 2011

The Good Ones Die Young

We all lost a dear friend this week; Shaun Donato. If you knew Shaun then you are probably also having a difficult time processing this. They are saying that Shaun killed himself, but I don’t believe it, not for a second. The details surrounding his death don’t make sense. I know that Shaun would NEVER hurt Harley. I also know that Shaun was NOT a Satanist or in to any satanic shit. I also believe that someone was fucking with him before he died and I have the e-mails to prove it. I don’t want to dwell on this while everyone is still mourning but I need to find out what happened here; He deserves some justice.

Lastly, I have a question for anyone involved with the investigation. I saw an older woman in Shaun’s window during my questioning. The Police refused to let me know what was going on or why she was in the house. I saw her again at the police station. What’s weirder still is that I saw her last night standing in front of my house. Are they tailing us? Do they think I’m a suspect?

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*user comment*

user: shaun_donato@gmail.com

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*user comment*

user: amy_hutchins@gmail.com

Who the fuck is that? That’s low, asshole. Not only is that NOT funny, it’s downright rude. Ignore him, Ross, He’s not even worth responding to.

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*user comment*

user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

Whoever it is, they have Shaun’s cell phone… I just got a call from him. They spoke in a language I didn’t understand. This is fucked up, Amy. I think this might be the same person who fucked with Shaun before he died. He was sending me e-mails that looked like this. Should I call the cops? I’m kind of scared. Oh man, he’s calling again… It sounds like a recording. It sounds like Shaun screaming… I think this fucking creep recorded it. Oh my god, I’m calling the police. Whoever you are, I’m calling the police!

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*user comment*

user: amy_hutchins@gmail.com

Oh fuck.. Ross, be careful. Come stay here if you don’t feel safe.

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*user comment*

user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

Amy, you have to call the police, my phones aren’t working. What the fuck is going o… DON’T CALL THE POLICE YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!L km d IT’S YOU’RE FUCKING FAULT HE’S DEAD! whoa, my power keeps going out. I can’t tell if these messages are sending. Amy, Please call teml,l;,l;l,d,,,d,da d ET ABALAM por.dd Amy I need help something isn’t right dmkakkkdl oh fuck their trying to get in..d…;.YOU’RE NEXT YOU VILE CUNT!,,d ;;dk dlldl

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user: amy_hutchins@gmail.com

Ross, you’re scaring me. I called the Police. Lock the door, they should be there soon. Please call me when you’re able to.



user: big_ross_meyer@gmail.com

April 26, 2011

Rex tremendæ maiestatis, Qui salvandos salvas gratis, Salva me, fons pietatis

Tonight I bleed.



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EMERGENCY CALL LOG



May 11, 2011

3:47AM

Operator: 911, what’s your emergency?

Caller: (whisper) Please help me, I think someone is in my house

Operator: OK, Ma’am, are you able to get out of the house?

Caller: (whisper) No, I don’t think so. Oh my god I can hear them walking arou.. AH (audible crashing sound)

Operator: Ma’am?

Caller: (whimpering) they’re breaking things.. please send help.

Operator: Please try and stay clam, ma’am, we are sending help now. Are you able to tell me where you are located?

Caller: yes it’s 55 ******* court; please hurry.

Operator: I’m going to ask you to stay on the phone with me, OK?

Caller: yes.. oh no, I think they’re coming up the stairs..I’m going into the closet.. oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…

Operator: Please try not to make noise, Police will be there soon.

Caller: (restrained breathing)

Operator: I’m here with you Ma’am, try and keep calm.

Caller: shhh.. (restrained breathing)

Caller: (very quiet whisper) they are in the hallway.. I’m so scared (whimpering)

Caller: (whisper) I don’t hear them anymore…

Operator: Please stay where you are, Ma’am, Police will be…

Caller: (loud scream) (indistinguishable yelling)

Operator: Ma’am? Are you in danger?

Caller: Please hel, Please help me, AH (indistinguishable screaming) OH MY GOD (indistinguishable yelling)

Operator: Ma’am, it’s gone quiet, is everything OK?

Caller: (heavy breathing)

Operator: Ma’am? Police have arrived

Caller: (heavy breathing)

Caller: (speaking in an unconfirmed language)

Operator: Ma’am, I don’t understand you.

Caller: (Loud Crash) (heard from background: Police, please stop and surrender any weapons in your possession)

Operator: Ma’am, you’re safe now, please stay where you are until police find you

Caller: (Growling, indistinguishable screaming)

Caller: (gunshots)(screaming)

Operator: Ma’am? Are you OK, What’s happening?!

Caller: OH MY GOD I KILLED THEM! THE BLOOD, (screaming) THERE IS SO MUCH BLOOD

Caller: (hysterical crying)

Operator: Ma’am, what just happened?

Caller: Please forgive me…

Operator: Ma’am?

Operator: Ma’am!

Caller: (gunshot)

Operator: (to dispatch) Multiple shots fired at 55 ******* court. Officers may be in danger, please proceed with caution, suspect appears to be armed.


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POLICE OFFICERS KILLED RESPONDING TO 911 CALL

May 12, 2011

Jennifer Brooks

Officer Darrel Sanders and Officer Nolan Lee were killed yesterday when responding to a 911 call. The call was placed at around 4am early yesterday morning.

The suspect was found dead upon arrival. It appears she used the same gun to kill herself. Her identity has been confirmed; 25 year old Amy Hutchins.


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E-MAIL CORRESPONDENCE



June 2, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: General Inquiry

Hi Steven, Thank you again for the great price on this place, both Caprice and I really appreciate it. I have a general inquiry I was hoping you would be able to help me out with. When the house is really quiet, typically at night, we can hear scratching in the attic. I was thinking there might be raccoons nesting in there but I just wanted to confirm with you first in case it’s something else. Thanks again, Steven. All the best

Chris


June 3, 2011

User: steven_carter@gmail.com

To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

Subject: RE: General Inquiry

Christopher, You’re quite welcome. You and Caprice are a great couple and I’m glad I could help out. As for the scratching, it’s not something I’m aware of. As your landlord I’d be more than willing to look in to it for you if you’d like. Please let me know if the noise persists and we’ll take it from there.

Steven


June 3, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: RE: General Inquiry

Thank you, Steven. We’ll be in touch.


June 6, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: RE: General Inquiry

Steven, I’m just following up with that noise concern. It seems to have gotten worse these last couple of nights. I’m almost certain that it’s raccoons—big ones, too. We can hear them walking around up there, they kept me up all night. If you can provide me with the number of a pest control guy I’d be more than happy to take care of that myself. Thanks Steve,

Chris.


June 6, 2011

User: steven_carter@gmail.com

To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

Subject: RE: General Inquiry

I apologize, Chris. We did a pretty thorough inspection of the place before you moved in. I guess those little guys made their home up there around the same time as you guys got there. I’ll get that taken care of, don’t worry yourself with it. Does Thursday at around 3pm work for you? I have a guy who’s going to come check it out. Thanks

Steven


June 9, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: RE: General Inquiry

Steven, I took a look in the attic with the guy you sent but we didn’t see anything up there. It’s quite strange, I’m not sure where the noise is coming from. Your guy took a look around but nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. I’ll try to narrow it down before I bother you with this again, my apologies.

Chris.


June 15, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: Prank Calls

Steven, We’ve been getting prank calls every night now around 4am like clockwork. We pick up and hear nothing but heavy breathing. Not many people have this new number other than some friends and family and I doubt they have anything to do with this. I’m sorry I’m coming to you with this issue but I don’t know who else to ask. Also, that noise has definitely not gone away. It sounds like something is stomping in the attic. Caprice has been scared out of her wits. I thought I heard a dog barking last night as well but that may have just been a neighborhood pet. In any case, I hate to bother you with these issues but they’ve been quite the annoyance. Thank you, Steven.

Chris.


June 16, 2011

User: steven_carter@gmail.com

To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Prank Calls

I’m terribly sorry to hear that you’re having these issues, Christopher. I really wish I could help you out with those phone calls but unfortunately there isn’t much I can do about that. Have you tried tracing the number? It may be some neighborhood kids playing a prank. Do you want me to send someone else to look into that noise for you?


June 18, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Prank Calls

Steven, These last couple of nights have been hell. I hate to put it so bluntly but this is really starting to get out of hand. The phone calls haven’t stopped and the number is not traceable at all. I called the operator and not even they could trace it. Last night the prank caller was speaking to us but in some language I’m not familiar with. Caprice had to unplug the phones just so we could get some sleep. Shortly after that, there was a banging on our door. I’m not easily scared but I’ve got to say that it made me fairly uneasy. This was again around 4am. That stomping and scratching noise is still persistent and to make things even worse, this dog barks throughout the night. My neighbor doesn’t seem to hear it so I can’t even complain because I have no idea where it’s coming from. That’s not even the end of our problems. Caprice has stated on several occasions that she’s noticed and elderly woman in our yard and in her garden. I’m really getting the feeling that we’re not welcome here, Steven, and if these problems continue then I may be forced to break our lease early.


June 18, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Prank Calls

Steven, I was able to trace one these calls back this afternoon. It took a little of time but we were able to trace them back to a Shaun Donato, his cell phone I guess. I wanted to clear this with you first before I called the police. Is he a neighborhood kid? I don’t want to start trouble like this but it has to stop.


June 18, 2011

User: steven_carter@gmail.com

To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Prank Calls

Chris, I hate to break it to you but it definitely sounds like you’re being pranked. That name you provided pretty much clarifies that for me. I should have told you earlier, but that house has some history. I don’t want to get into the specifics over e-mail so give me a call if you want to talk about it. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.


June 18, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Prank Calls

I was going to wait until after work to call you, Steven, but I just did a quick Google search for the name Shaun Donato and I’m not impressed. How could you not tell me that some kid killed himself in my house? Not even a year ago, no less. This is disgusting and I don’t think Amy will be able to live there when she finds this out.


June 18, 2011

User: steven_carter@gmail.com

To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Prank Calls

Chris, I completely understand if you want to break the lease early. As a matter of fact, I won’t even penalize you for it. I didn’t anticipate these problems. Also, by Amy I assume you meant Caprice?


June 18, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Prank Calls

That was odd, I don’t even know an Amy. Yes, I meant Caprice, I’m not sure what happened there. In any case, I’ll talk it over with her and give you a call.


June 25, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: Thin Ice

Steven, Caprice decided that we’d give it another shot since it’s going to be hell to find another place to live. I have to tell you that I really don’t feel comfortable here anymore though and I’m definitely looking for other options. Caprice has not been herself lately. She keeps referring to herself as Amy and it’s starting to creep me out. Whenever I tell her, she doesn’t even realize. I don’t believe in the paranormal, Steven, but I know when something doesn’t feel right.


June 27, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: FWIUkjnDWP

THIS IS LAST FUCKING STRAW, STEVEN. Last night I woke up to Amy screaming that there was something at the foot of our bed. There was someone standing there. I could barely make out the silhouette, but I knew, I could see it moving. It ran down the hallway SO I FUCKING CHASED IT, STEVEN. I FUCKING chased it to our family room, which was full of blood. DO YOU KNOW WHY, STEVEN? THERE was a fucking DEAD DOG on our carpet. It’s guts were everywhere. What did I do, you’re probably wondering? I FUCKING LOST IT, STEVEN. AMY KEPT CRYING AND TELLING ME SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE KILLED THEM! Killed who? WHO THE FUCK DID SHE KILL! SO HELP ME, ABALAM, I’M going to SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT for this you piece of shit. TELL ROSS THAT I KNOW HE WAS FUCKING HER! HE WAS FUCKING AMY AND I KNOW IT! WHERE IS THIS SCREAMING COMING FROM!


June 27, 2011

User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com

To: steven_carter@gmail.com

Subject: Mistake

Sorry Steven. That last e-mail was a mistake. We are going to stay. We love it here. Please accept our apology. Farewell.


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My New Neighbours

About five or six months ago, my neighbour commit suicide. He was a young kid, always very polite to me when I saw him. I felt bad for him. His mother was a single parent who was constantly travelling for work. I think I’ve seen her a total of 3 times in the 4 years that they’ve been here. I can see why he would have had a hard time with that. Regardless, I don’t think anyone knew he was suicidal. I wasn’t given too much information about what had happened but I know it was pretty gruesome. According to the papers it was done very “ritualistically”. I have no idea what that means but I do know it wasn’t your typical suicide. I think he even killed his dog. The house was put up for sale shortly after the investigation. This is when things began to get strange..

The house was unoccupied for quite a while, yet on numerous occasions I would notice the upstairs light on. I swear that one time I even saw someone standing at the window–A woman, I believe. I contemplated calling police but given the amount of times I’ve seen the light on, It didn’t really seem like a big deal, at least at the time. Things began to get stranger still. Some nights at around 4am, our doorbell would ring. I’d cautiously answer, only to find dead animals on my porch–usually birds. I’d scoop them up and throw them away because I don’t know what else to do with a fucking dead bird. This continued for about a week. I got the police involved, but with no evidence of anything, they couldn’t do much. Around the same time this was happening, the electricity in my house was acting wonky. Lights would flicker, the television would change channels by itself and my computer would seem to have a mind of it’s own sometimes. I’m not saying these are related, but they’re definitely worth mentioning. This all seemed to stop when my new neighbours moved in.

My new neighbours seemed like a very nice couple at first. They came by to introduce themselves to us. They informed us they were renting the house. I guess it was purchased by someone else. I didn’t really follow with the whole process leading up to them moving in; I had my own problems to worry about. As the weeks passed, they began acting a little strange. Chris, the husband, would come by my house like once a week, each time more flustered than the last. The first time he came by it was to complain about the barking that’s been keeping him up all night. I didn’t know what to tell him because I hadn’t heard anything. He came by a couple of more times with the same issue, except now he was somewhat angry with me. I really tried to listen for barking but I never heard anything. I leave for work really early twice a week because my second office is quite far, usually around 5am. On multiple occasions I would see Chris pacing back and forth from his tool shed to the garage. One morning I caught him having an argument with an elderly woman on his front lawn. I’m not sure who she was. I was concerned, but I didn’t do anything about it. I figured he was maybe have some problems in his marriage and that was stressing him out. Well, I was wrong.

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Iuste iudex ultionis,
Donum fac remissionis
Ante diem rationis.

Chris came by my house again, except this time it was around 3am. He looked awful. His beard was grown in, his hair was unkempt and he had noticeable bags under his eyes; He was in bad shape. He started to shout that Amy was losing her mind. He proceeded to enter my house at which point I politely asked him to leave. He began to shout again, accusing me of “fucking” Amy. I was finally able to get him to leave. I was on edge for the rest of the night. A couple of nights later, again around 3am, I could hear what sounded like a chainsaw. From my bedroom window I could see Chris in the yard working on something. I watched him for a bit to try and get a better look. His clothes were absolutely covered in blood. I feared the worst at this point. Just then, Caprice came out of the back sliding door completely naked. She was screaming and yelling, and then laughing. It was quite a disturbing thing to watch. Chris walked up to her and started screaming. Amidst the screaming, I heard the name Shaun Donato being yelled out. This was the same kid I was talking about earlier who had killed himself. I was very uneasy about this whole situation, and then this happened.

Caprice pulled a knife that was sitting near the BBQ. She Cut Chris’s arm pretty bad. I was in complete shock and ready to call the police until I saw him laughing. He grabbed the knife and cut her back. They are both bleeding at this point, but laughing hysterically. I could hear my daughter shuffling down the hallway. I didn’t want her to see this so I walked her back to bed. When I went back to the window, they were gone. This was last night. What should I do? I’m going to c:LVEL:L:L:EFM< ;lfkwpeok

My laptop is acting up again. I can’t use my telephone either. I’m not sure whHdbnlw jkndjklnithasbegunda md;qtheharvestisuponusdwakdm dklq;

Someone’s at my back door. I’ll update later ondkan wkln;adn

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a final sign-off

Death is a terrifying prospect. In a sense, it almost makes living feel obsolete; Really, what’s the point? All our lives we’re told to work hard, follow our dreams, raise a family just to lose it all in a second. I don’t blame him, you know, I don’t blame him one bit. Everyone is quick to judge but not me. I get it. It’s an odd feeling knowing you’re going to die. I mean sure, we are all aware of the inevitable fate that awaits us, but I’m talking about the exact second at which my world will crash around me. How do I know? Well that’s simple; She told me.

Who is she? Well that’s a stupid question; She’s everything. She’s me, she’s him, she’s her, hell, she’s even you. Yes, you. What, you don’t believe me? Don’t you for a second call me a liar! They called me a liar too but I bet they fucking regret it now. How can they be so stupid? How can she not exist? I’m looking at her right now. Can’t you see her? She’s right in front of you, open your fucking eyes! Well it makes no difference because she can see you. She watches you, just like she watches me and just as she watched him. What? You don’t know who he is? Well why don’t you start paying some fucking attention then. He was the catalyst. He was the one introduced us to her. He’s me, Shaun Donato.

He’s dead? Wait, who’s dead? Shauns dead? Oh, I know. Like I said, I don’t blame him. Wait, no no, this can’t be. If Shaun is dead then who am I? John? no no no. John was married with a daughter and I don’t have a daughter. Well that can’t be right either. If I don’t have a wife or daughter then who is it that I have shackled in the basement? Who are the ones crying for help and making my brain hurt?! WHY CAN’T I FUCKING THINK IN PEACE FOR ONE GOD DAMNED SECOND!

That’s better. The bloodstains make pretty shapes when you really look at them. They remind me of when I used to lay in the field of chancellor park and watch the clouds with Amy. I wonder where she’s gone? Who’s Amy? Am I asking or are you? Wait, who are you? Do you exist? I don’t even know any more. What’s that noise? Is it rain? static? Ah, I can see her again, on my monitor this time. She wants me to let you know that it’s almost time. No no, not your time, but mine. Wait wait wait, this can’t be right. She is a he? No, this can’t be right at all. He’s getting mean again. I don’t like when she throws things… no, I mean he.

I’m not a bad person so don’t judge me. Yes, you are, I can feel it. Stop it. STOP IT! No no no, they’re dead! Amelia! Vanessa! What, I killed them? My own family? STOP CONFUSING ME! I don’t have a family. My mom is never fucking home and Amy is cheating on me. Don’t think I don’t know, Ross. I saw the text messages you mother fucker! Harley? Where’s Harley? I think Amy left the back door open again, that fucking cunt.

It’s time. Farewell.

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Part 7


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TEXT MESSAGE LOG FOR USER SAMANTHA CROSS

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ATTENTION. ANY UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL CAUGHT ACCESSING THESE LOGS MAY BE SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL PROSECUTION. PLEASE BE ADVISED

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march 16 2011 5:18pm

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Sender: Samantha Cross

Recipient(s): 27 contacts

For anyone who doesn’t already know, my parents have gone to Vancouver for a month so I’m having a little party here on Saturday. You know you want to come! BYOB. See you then!

5:23pm

Sender: Amy Hutchins

Recipient(s): Samantha Cross

Hey girlie, count me in fo-sho! I’m with Shaun and he said to count him in as well. I’m excited! see you this weekend luv

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march 18 2011 3:45am

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Sender: Unknown Number

Recipient(s): Samantha Cross

donatio mortis causa. ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt.

7:52am

Sender: Samantha Cross

Recipient(s): Unknown Number

lol, what? is this Josh? You loser 😛 You better be coming Saturday!

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march 19 2011 11:48pm

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Sender: *Shaun Donato *

Recipient(s): Samantha Cross

Sam, where the hell is your bathroom? I must have done like 5 laps around your house. I asked your grandma but I guess she doesn’t speak english? Fuck it, I’m pissing in the bushes.

11:53pm

Sender: *Samantha Cross *

Recipient(s): Shaun Donato

My grandma? What the fuck are you talking about dude lol no one is home. And ya, go ahead and piss in the bushes. The less people that enter the house the better!

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march 20 2011 3:56am

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Sender: *Amy Hutchins *

Recipient(s): Samantha Cross

girlie, I need a little help here. Shaun is passed the fuck out and I have no idea how to get home. Can you tell me how to get to the highway from your house?

4:01am

Sender: *Samantha Cross *

Recipient(s): Amy Hutchins

de nobis fabula narratur. North on Jane street. Left on Kirby Road. Keep driving. You will know when you have found what you are looking for.

4:09am

Sender: *Amy Hutchins *

Recipient(s): Samantha Cross

WOW, are you wasted or what?! lol. Well from what I managed to gather from that cryptic excuse for a text, I think I’m going the right way. Get some sleep!

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march 30 2011 2:12pm

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Sender: *Amy Hutchins *

Recipient(s): Samantha Cross

luv, I could really use a friend right now. I’m assuming you’re at work since you’re not answering. Please call me back when you can. It’s about Shaun. He’s acting really strange. I was over earlier today and he just fucking snapped. He threatened me with a knife and he hit me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to get him in trouble with the police but he’s really scaring me. You think he found out about me and Ross? It was just that one time. I want to come clean but I’m really scared of what he’ll do, you should have seen him. I need you right now girlie, please call me.

2:25pm

Sender: *Samantha Cross *

Recipient(s): Amy Hutchins

repetitio est mater studiorum. What seems to be the problem, little Amy? Does it frighten you when you’re not in control? You did lie to him, after all. Perhaps you deserved it. Perhaps he should have used that knife on you instead. Perhaps he should have cut up that pretty face of yours and let you bleed like the whore you are. Shaun deserves better than a lying cunt like you. He’s like me now. He’s been chosen. Maybe I’ll make my move and fuck him in the bed you two have laid in. We can get off to the thought of you hanging by your feet, gutted, bleeding out in the basement. Your moans for help will set the tone as we climax together. Whore. You’ll get yours. Mulier est hominis confusio.

2:33pm

Sender: *Amy Hutchins *

Recipient(s): Samantha Cross

… please tell me that some fucking asshole from your work has your phone. Samantha, I’m really emotional right now and I did not need to read that. Please make this right. Tell whoever that was that they are a fucking asshole and call me back. I have no one else to turn to.

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April 30 2011 6:34pm

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Sender: *Amy Hutchins *

Recipient(s): Samantha Cross

Look, I know we haven’t spoken in awhile but I did consider you a friend once so I figured you deserved to know this. Shauns dead. He killed himself.

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May 11 2011 11:35pm

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Sender: Samantha Cross

Recipient(s): Amy Hutchins

The time has come, whore. repetitio est mater studiorum. The squeaking floor boards, the whistling wind, the chill running down your spine; You would do well not to dismiss any of it. Don’t run for you cannot be saved. 1165 66d repetitio est mater studiorum AMY I’M SORRYd ldkmwl k

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April 10, 2011

My name is Shaun and these are the final days of my life. These moments of sanity are fleeting and I will use them to document my experiences. My hope is that someday someone will read this and know the truth. It appears that someone is you. I’m not asking that you believe what you read here, but instead that you at least have an open mind about it. You are all I have now.

I have no logical explanation for what is happening to me. My memories are fragmented and I don’t know what’s real any more. My emotions change like I have some kind of personality disorder and I find myself drifting in and out of paranoid delusions. A couple of days ago I may have attributed these issues to something medical–Schizophrenia, I don’t know. Now I only wish that were the case. I fear that the reality may be far worse.

I know you’re probably thinking that the easy solution would be to seek help. Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. I’ve tried, believe me. As soon as the thought so much as enters my mind, I begin to.. change. It’s difficult to put into words. It starts with a mild headache and I become confused, almost like when you walk into a room to grab something but then forget what it was you went in there for. I then become enraged, breaking things and inflicting pain upon myself. I remember this clearly when I calm down, but I feel as if I wasn’t the one doing it. It’s like I’m being manipulated, or controlled even. I haven’t been able to leave, not just my house, but this cellar. It’s dark, damp and I don’t even remember coming down here. The light from the laptop is all I have. The cobwebs, the trail of old sticky pop on the floor, the dust floating across my monitor; I’d almost rather have it off.

I can hear my dog, Harley, whimpering on the other side of the door. He’s probably starving and there isn’t much I can do about it. I find myself talking to him, pleading to open the door or get help. I know, it’s stupid, right? It’s all I have right now. I probably sound fairly composed; I’m not. Writing this to you sort of helps me feel less.. alone, so thank you, whoever you are, for keeping me company.

oh no, the stomping, the shrieks; I think she’s coming back… She’s the oned ;alm;wdl am

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April 13, 2011

I need help. I’ve done terrible things and I’m losing a lot of blood. I killed Harley. I killed him with my own hands and enjoyed it. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME! WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO ME!

…She’s standing in front me. I can barely see her because it’s dark, but I can make out her silhouette. She’s been there for hours and I’m afraid to move. Her hair is long and hangs in front of her face. She moves like she has mechanical parts and she shrieks…. oh god, when she shrieks. She’s not human, that much is clear.

In my delusions she speaks to me. She puts her head next to my ear and speaks to me. Her musk is strong, like nothing I’ve smelt before. Her black thick hair contrasts her pale face. Her voice is low, raspy and sounds forced. She speaks in a foreign language, what I imagine to be Latin. What’s weirder still is that I understand her. She tells me I’m the catalyst, the one who will spread the word of the harvest.

She`s staring at me now.

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April 20, 2011

I’m cut open. It hurts to type because my fingernails have been ripped off from scratching at the cement wall. The computer says it’s the 20th. This is the first break from the madness in nearly 10 days. I’m afraid I’m defeated. She hasn’t beenldd”

tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis. Goodbye, my friend.

timor mortis conturbat me. peccavi. pede poena claudo. imperium in imperio.

terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus.

d aw dwa awh ykk y staru uii w twe4

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June 2, 2002

From: Eileen_Donato@remax.com

To: shaun_donato@hotmail.com

Subject: What did I tell you?

..

Shaun, honey, what did I tell you about talking about our personal life in your little blog? I don’t need the world knowing our problems so please keep me out of it. What kind of Pen Name is that anyway? Kind of morbid don’t you think?Bloodstains?

Anyway, I’ll be back on the 6th of next month. Please make sure the house is clean.

Love you.

mom.

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