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By Chef bloodstains

//This is the third in a series. To start at the beginning, see correspondence:;//, for the previous in the series, seecorrespondence:;//revelations:;//.


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She knocked with desperation, seeking respite from the thing that stalked her. Her bloodshot eyes spoke of the fear in which her trembling words were unable to communicate. Her journey had been perilous; The unrelenting wilderness left its mark on this poor soul. Come in, child.

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She sat by the fire staring blankly at the wall. Her frost-nipped hands gripping tightly to the ends of the blanket, now spotted with blood, draping her naked body. She rocked back and forth rhythmically, humming to herself, as if she were trying to silence her thoughts. I watched her from across the room. What’s wrong, child? She remained quiet.

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I walked up behind her and placed my hand upon her shoulder. Her rocking came to an abrupt halt. It’s alright, child.Her breathing now slow and her ears at full attention. She did not turn around; She did not open her eyes; She knew she was not alone.

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She jumped to her feet and remained still. It took a moment for her to summon the courage to lift her eyelids. She slowly turned her head to look at me. Her beauty mirrored by her fear. I stared into her piercing eyes, now wide open. She cannot see me. She ran toward the cabin door – It wont open. You cannot leave, child. She began to pound on the door, screaming. No one can hear you, child. She fell to the ground in tears.

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Come back inside, child. She complied. It’s time. She understood. A rusty hunting blade sat atop the fireplace mantle – that will do. She walked slowly across the wooden boards. The blood from her wounds now dripping down her legs leaving a crimson trail along the floor. She reached for the hunting knife. Good girl. She looked at me once more. Now bleed.

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She took the knife and lowered it to her abdomen. The blade was cold; It made her smile. She Pushed the pointed tip against her skin. The blood began to trickle off the blade and down her soft stomach. Go on, child. She stood still, once again stricken with fear. GO ON, CHILD. Her trembling hands caused her to drop the knife. She was fighting back.

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Stop fighting, child. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she once again reached for the knife. Your fate is decided. In one swift motion she shoved the knife deep into her abdomen. She screamed in agony as she cut across her lower torso, the blood now pouring onto the floor. She fell to her knees; She no longer had the strength to keep cutting.

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She slowly pulled herself along the floor toward the fire. Every movement was followed by an agonizing scream. She pulled on the blanket which had one end sitting in the flames. The burning cloth was enough to ignite the dry wooden furniture. The fire spread slowly across the floor, making it’s way to her feet. Her screams of agony have turned into laughter. She smiled as she burned and bled, screaming and laughing. it was beautiful.

Good night, Nicole.

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Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Nicole,

My name is Samantha Cross. I know what’s following you and I know how to stop it, but you need to listen to me carefully and do exactly as I tell you. I’ll explain everything later.

I really hope this message reaches you.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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I know who you are, Samantha, Jason told me everything.



Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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I`m sorry to hear about Jason, but I’m glad he told you. You can trust me.

Where are you right now?



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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I’m in Canada. I don’t feel comfortable telling you exactly where. I’m sorry.



Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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That’s good enough; I’m glad you made it back safely. You need to go north past B.C, a place called Embarras. It’s probably best that you take the train. You wont be able to take it any further than Alberta, so please let me know when you’ve arrived and I can help you from there. You need to hurry.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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I’m going to trust you, Samantha. This is absolutely crazy, but with everything that’s been going on, I really don’t have a choice. I will do as you ask.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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I had to take the 11:30pm train. I’m scared, please talk to me; I don’t want to be alone anymore.



Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Everything is going to be OK. Try not to think about it too much.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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I don’t know what’s real anymore; It all feels like a bad dream that I can’t wake up from. Something is happening to me. My memories are foggy and broken – I can’t piece them together. I don’t even know how I got back here.



Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Everything will make sense in time, but for now just focus on getting here safetly. Try not to interact with anyone, either.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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There aren’t very many people on this train to interact with. There is man asleep in one of the front seats. There is also an elderly woman sitting a few rows back who’s been staring at me.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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I’m in Alberta.



Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Take a cab north to Embarras. It’s a bit of a drive.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Samantha, please help me. I ran out of money and the cab driver wouldn’t take me any further. It’s freezing cold and I don’t know where I am.



Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Take a look around and tell me what you see.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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I can see a gas station and a diner but the lights are off, I think they’re closed. I think I see a water tower beyond the forest area in front of me. It’s really dark and difficult to make out. I’m scared.



Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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OK, I know exactly where you are. You need to follow the water tower through the forest. You will eventually come upon an open plot of land. There is a single cabin there, you can’t miss it. Go inside, it’s open. There are blankets and fireplace to warm yourself. I will be there soon.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Through the forest? I don’t know if I can do that…

Oh my god I think someone is following me.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Samantha, I made it. Someone chased me here but I think I lost them. I’m cut pretty bad, please hurry.



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Samantha, I have to ask, how did you get this number?



Sender: (Nicole Watts) xxx-xxx-xxxx

Recipient: (Samantha Cross) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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Samantha?




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Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxxxxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: (Amanda Cooper) xxxxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: long time

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Amanda,

It’s been a while, I hope all is well. This experience has brought out the worst in us, I’m sure you can agree. We were like sisters once and now we barely talk – It saddens me. I’ve been relying on my family to get by, which I guess is the one good thing to come of this – We’re closer now than we’ve ever been. Speaking of which, how is YOUR family? You don’t talk to your mom anymore, right? That’s a shame. You should make the effort. God forbid something were to happen to her, you would never forgive yourself.

Anyway, I’ll be seeing you soon. Real soon.



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Sender: (Samantha Cross) xxxxxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: (Ross Meyer) xxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Don’t think we don’t know

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Everyone knows about you and Amy, Ross. Now that Shaun is dead, I bet you feel pretty fucking guilty. How are you going to make it up to him? Find out what really happened? You pussy, you couldn’t do it, you don’t have the balls.



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June 24 2012

It’s done. He’s dead. I’m hurt pretty badly but I can’t stop now, not until I’m finished.

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August 10 2009

They told us not to go. They said it wasn’t a good idea. We didn’t listen.

She followed us home. I don’t know who she is, or what her intentions are, but I’m scared. What does she want with us? We made a mistake.


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July 21 2009

I took Ferguson out late last night to pee. I left my screen door open while I went to grab a treat for him. I heard heavy breathing, and from the corner of my eye, I saw something walk in. I quickly turned my head and I saw her again – the girl from the hell house. She walked in with her head down, turned into the hallway, and went up the stairs. She didn’t look at me. I stayed downstairs for the rest of the night, sitting on my couch. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I was sleep walking. I know I said I’d keep you guys[6294&%error] updated, but I didn’t think anything like this would actually happen.


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January 22 2012

I discovered something pretty unsettling today. This thing is going viral, posting our information to websites. What’s worse is that there are people reading it, lots of them. I don’t know what the intent is with this, but I’m sure it’s not good. I’ve managed to minimalize my exposure to her by trying really hard to disassociate myself. I urge everyone to do the same. I wont be speaking of this again.


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July 8 2009 So it’s official; We’re going to the Hell House! I’ve managed to convince Amanda and Jason to come with me. I’ll keep all of you paranormal freaks up to date with what we find. Check back next week!


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Sender: Julie Carpenter

Recipient: Ashlyn Mary Fenix

CC:

Subject: Long Weekend

Hey Ash,

I called that tent place and they said we can go by any time before 5. I’m done at 3 today so I guess I’ll go pick it up. I hope it fits in my car. I’ll drop it off at your place later tonight. I guess it’s also worth noting that I have no idea how to build this thing so we should probably give it a test run before we leave tomorrow. Have you spoken to Luke and Melissa at all? Mel said she would get back to me if they needed a ride up there, but that was like 2 days ago.

Anyway, I’ll TTYL. Call me when you’re finished plz :p

Jules.



Sender: Ashlyn Mary Fenix

Recipient: Julie Carpenter

CC:

Subject: RE: Long Weekend

Ugh, I’m stuck here until 6 tonight. Shoot me now. My dad said we can borrow the SUV this weekend in case you wanted to use it to pick up the tent. Let me know and I’ll give him a heads up. When are we going to grab the booze? If we grab it in the morning, lets go early. I want to beat the traffic because I have a feeling it’s going to be pretty bad.

I didn’t even know Mel and Luke were coming. Please tell me they’re not sharing our tent…

Ash



Sender: Julie Carpenter

Recipient: Ashlyn Mary Fenix

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Subject: RE: Long Weekend

Ya right! “Hey Mr. Fenix. You barely know me, but give me your car keys”. No thanks! lol. I’ll fit it in my car, don’t worry. We can grab booze tonight if you want, I don’t care. Ask Josh when they’re going. We have to follow him up there anyway.

Also, there is no fucking way I’d share a tent with those 2 horndogs after that time in Banff! They have their own tent which I will stay very far away from.

Jules



Sender: Ashlyn Mary Fenix

Recipient: Julie Carpenter

CC:

Subject: RE: Long Weekend

Good LOL.

I just noticed that we’re going to be pretty close to the Vaughan/Maple area. Isn’t that where the hell house is? We should venture up there if we get the chance!



Sender: Julie Carpenter

Recipient: Ashlyn Mary Fenix

CC:

Subject: RE: Long Weekend

Are you fucking high? lol. What in god’s name makes you think I want to do that, especially having just read those stories you sent me?! Also, thanks for telling me that we’re close to the hell house. Not only are we going to be in a tent in the middle of butt-fuck-nowhere, but now I have THAT to worry about! I hate you sometimes lol.



Sender: Ashlyn Mary Fenix

Recipient: Julie Carpenter

CC:

Subject: RE: Long Weekend

Oh please; You’re such a pussy! lol. Get in the Halloween spirit!

Alright I’m going to try and get like 5 minutes of work done. I’ll talk to you later!



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Account: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

When you and Josh get back from your “hike” lol, bring the BBQ lighter. It’s on the back seat in a yellow bag



Account: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

kk, will do.



Account: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

Ash, you’ll never believe it, but we just walked passed Kirby Road. This is where the hell house is, ya? Fuck, I didn’t know it was THIS close! Anyway, we’re coming back now. See you in a bit.



Account: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

really??!! OMG Jules, you have to show me later. C’mon, don’t be such a kid about it! It’ll be fun!!



Account: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

Get a few beers in me and then we’ll talk lol. Let’s eat first though — I’m fucking starving.



Account: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Joshua Berkley (647-xxx-xxxx)

Josh, I’m not sure where you guys are, but Jules and I are going for a walk. We’ll be back a bit later. Luke and Mel are back at camp but they’ll probably be a little too busy to watch your stuff, if you catch my drift lol. Just a heads up.



Account: Joshua Berkley (647-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

Where are you guys going? It’s almost 1 am. At least let one of us come with you.



Account: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Joshua Berkley (647-xxx-xxxx)

We’re going to check out the hell house lol (long story). It’s cool, just a house in the area Jules and I read about. We’ll be fine, don’t worry. Besides, Jules is more manly than both of you! aha. JK. Thanks though hun. We’ll be fine, really.



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Account: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

Ash, where the fuck are you??



Account: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

This is stupid, I can hear you. Don’t do this plz. I already didn’t want to come here.



Account: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Ashlyn M. Fenix (647-xxx-xxxx)

God dammit Ashlyn, this shit isn’t fucking funny. I swear to god I’ll head back without you. I’m going to wait outside.



Account: Joshua Berkley (647-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

You girls OK? Ash isn’t answering my texts.



Account: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Joshua Berkley (647-xxx-xxxx)

Ya, we’re fine. Ash is being an asshole right now trying to scare me. This was a waste of time. There’s nothing here and this place smells like shit. Everything cool over there?



Account: Joshua Berkley (647-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

James passed out already and there’s this old homeless looking woman peeping through our bushes lol. Other than that, ya, everything is cool. Find Ash and head back so we can play some flip cup before the rest of these guys pass out too.



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Josh you have to call the police!

Please call the police! Oh my God. Oh my God.

We found a body in here!

shes dead!

Ashlyn are you sure?

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Help!

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Ashlyn how do we get back!

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Oh my God oh my God. I can’t get a fucking call out

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I’m trying!

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who the fuck is that!

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Hello!

Help!

Oh my God!

Get away from me!

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Help! oh my God help! What is happening!

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we need help, please!

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Account: Joshua Berkley (647-xxx-xxxx)

Recipient: Julie Carpenter (416-xxx-xxxx)

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High school wasn’t easy for me. I never got bullied or anything like that – I just had a hard time making friends. I guess self esteem issues and complete social awkwardness don’t make for the best of conversations. I had some acquaintances but no one I would consider calling up after school hours. It remained this way for the majority of my freshman year. It wasn’t until I met Aaron that my situation began to change.

Aaron started out as just another acquaintance. We would make small talk in English class, most of which was initiated by him. We surprisingly had a lot in common and it wasn’t long before I felt completely comfortable around him. He was so personable and seemed to have a lot friends – it was quite inspiring. I realize that might sound a bit corny, but when you’re as socially inept as I was, this is a big deal. It gave me hope that I could break out the shell I was stuck in. Aaron and I became friends. He would invite me to come and sit with him at lunch where I met a bunch of his other friends. There were five of us who connected pretty quickly. This is really when everything started to change for me.

Aaron, Markus, TJ, Ashlyn and myself. Instead of staying home on the weekends, I now had plans. Instead of walking home alone, I now had people to walk home with. Instead of skipping school events, I now had people to go with. Instead of being alone, I now had friends. Life was good. We remained close friends throughout high school. Reality has a nasty way of catching up to you though.

It became apparent in our senior year that this friendship wasn’t going to last. Aaron had planned to travel Europe for a couple of months, while Markus and myself were going to be leaving for college. TJ landed a job with his uncle and Ashlyn was moving to Toronto to go live with her dad. The group was about to be split apart. We often spoke of traveling the world together, but as school came to a close, it was painfully obvious how far-fetched that dream was. In an effort to remain in contact, we created a blog where we could share photos and keep in touch with each other. We would travel the world independently and then share that experience with each other online.

We actively used the blog for about a year. The posts started to slow down after that. TJ was the first to stop posting completely, followed by Markus. Aaron and Ashlyn began to post less as well. Two years later and the page was all but dead. This was until about five months ago. There was post from Ashlyn.

I opened up the post, eager to see what she’s been up to all these years. I saw an image but no supporting text. The image was dark and quite difficult to make out. I commented beneath the image, telling her how it’s good to hear from her again, and suggested that maybe she uploaded the wrong picture. She never responded. A couple of days later there was another post from Ashlyn. It was another image. This picture was also quite difficult to make out, but I could tell there was a figure in the center – possibly female. This seemed a little odd so I started to look for a contact number. I wanted to make sure that someone didn’t get a hold of her login credentials and start posting on her behalf. I checked my contact list hoping maybe she’d have the same phone number, but I discovered the strangest thing – Ashlyn’s contact information was gone.

This was incredibly strange because I know that I didn’t delete it. I decided to let it go because I didn’t feel like obsessing over something that more than likely had a simple explanation. Two days later, Ashlyn posted another image. This time I could clearly see that the figure was female. She was lying on her back on top of some grass. Her eyes were closed and her face was scuffed up. More disturbingly, however, was the blood that covered most of her mouth, chin and neck, staining a good portion of her shirt’s collar. I stared at this image for so long that it became burned into my mind. I didn’t know if it was real or what I should do about it. I obviously had to tell someone, but I couldn’t. I probably should have called the police, but I didn’t. Instead I did nothing. Two days later – like clockwork – she posted again. This time there were three images.

The first image was of the same girl. Her eyes were wide open, as was her mouth. The look of terror on her face sent a cold shiver down my spine. The next image revealed someone’s hand reaching down from the right side of the frame, caressing her face. The hand was pale and wrinkled and seemed to belong to whoever was holding the camera. The third image was of a street sign, too blurry to read. Once again I did nothing. I suppose some part of me was concerned that I’d be in trouble for coming forward so late. I wanted to pretend that I hadn’t seen any of it. I deleted my comments on the earlier post and vowed to never check back, hoping maybe it was all just go away. It didn’t.

Two days later I received a text message from an unknown number. There was some gibberish text that I couldn’t understand followed by an image. I was too scared to open the image, so I deleted the message entirely. Almost instantaneously I received another one. I opened it up and there she was again – those piercing eyes burning themselves into my mind. She was smiling this time. Paralyzed with fear, I continued to stare at the image, unable to move. “Beep Beep”, in came another message… and then another… and then another. This continued for about 30 seconds, receiving message after message. I scrolled through the images like a slideshow, watching as her expressions changed. I shut my phone off and closed my eyes, hoping I’d wake up from a terrible dream. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Who was she? I didn’t recognize her so I knew it couldn’t have been Ashlyn. I stopped and thought about it for a moment. That’s when I realized that I had no idea what Ashlyn looked like.

What the fuck?! I tried thinking back as hard as I could, but I had no memory of Ashlyn at all. I tried to remember the times we hung out, but I couldn’t think of any. I needed to get a hold of Aaron because I felt like I was losing my mind. Wait, who the fuck is Aaron? What the hell is going on?! I went to check the blog, hoping that seeing their pictures would jog my memory. I checked the blog, page after page. I could feel my body getting colder the further back I went. There were no posts from Aaron, Markus, T.J or Ashlyn. Only me. I scrambled to get my phone so I could check my contacts. They weren’t there. Something wasn’t right. I checked the photo folder on my phone, desperate to find… anything. Well I did find something.

My photo album was filled with pictures of that girl. I started to panic, trying to think how this was even possible. NO. My mind was playing tricks on me – it had to have been. Aaron was my best friend. What about all those awesome times we had? I couldn’t think of any. What about all those lunches? All I can remember is sitting alone. I never had any friends. I never went to prom. I never even went to college. I remember now – clear as day. I made it all up.

Who’s memories were those? Why did I remember them so vividly? And who the fuck is the girl on my phone! Ashlyn. Her name was Ashlyn. I suddenly knew it, but I didn’t know why. This fucked up delusion I created for myself – was I trying to forget something? Was I being manipulated? I had to find out for sure. I checked around my apartment for signs of anything. On the bathroom floor I saw some spatters of blood, which lead me right to the hamper. I opened it up to find to find that my clothes were soaked with blood. What have I done?

I’ve been in this apartment for days. Surely if I’d have done something wrong, the police would be on to me, right? Or maybe I’ve gotten away with it. Maybe I killed that little whore and got away with it! The thought made me happy.

I’m not crazy – she had it coming, I’m sure. Besides, I didn’t do anything. It was all her. She made me do it. She brought me here, and she’s making me share this with you. I trust her, and you should too. She’s going to save us. My sister didn’t listen. Samantha was always the stubborn one.

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Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked. Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked. Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked. Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked.Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked. The door was locked. The door was locked. The door was locked.

Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked. We tried to get in but the door was locked.

We tried to get in but the door was locked.

Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front.

The door was locked.

Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked.


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05.10.2013


HOLLY JONOVICH

FIRST POSTED: FRIDAY, May 10, 2013 10:27 AM

One missing teen found dead

The body of 19 year old Ashlyn Fenix was found near Kirby Side Road late yesterday evening. Ashlyn Fenix and Julie carpenter were reported missing last week after disappearing during a camping trip to th//<660.844.66.23>


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09.22.2013

Aaron Carpenter

To: Jemma Carpenter

CC:

Subject: Tool Shed

I need your help, Jemma, please answer your phone. I know where Julie is. Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked.

Answer your phone Jemma. Answer your phone Jemma! Why won’t you answer your fucking phone, Jemma!

GOD DAMMIT! Denique mortua est.

JEMMA! ANSWER YOUR PHONE!

JEMMA! ANSWER YOUR PHONE!

Denique mortua est. Denique mortua est. Denique mortua est.

She knows that I know. She wants me to know.

Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked.

It makes so much sense! It’s all so fucking clear now!

JEMMA, ANSWER YOUR PHONE!



09.22.2013

Jemma Carpenter

To: Aaron Carpenter

CC:

Subject: RE: Tool Shed

Aaron please take your medication. I’m not going to answer the phone if you’re like this. I miss Julie too, but we need to keep a level head. Please keep seeing doctor Singler. You were making such progress. You scare me when you act like this. Please don’t call mom when you’re like this; She’s dealing with enough right now.



09.22.2013

Aaron Carpenter

To: Jemma Carpenter

CC:

Subject: RE: Tool Shed

I tell you that I know where Julie is and all you can say is that I’m acting weird? FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND DOCTOR SINGLER! Do you think mom gives a fucking shit about any of this? No one is making any effort to find her except me, BUT I’M THE CRAZY ONE, RIGHT? HAHA!

HAHA. Funny, right?! WHY AREN’T YOU LAUGHING, JEMMA? I SAID IT’S FUNNY, RIGHT!


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09.08.2013

Session Transcription (06)

Dr. Judah Singler

Patient: Aaron Carpenter

Dr. Singler– Good morning Aaron.

Aaron– Good morning.

Dr. Singler– How have you been?

Aaron– Good.

Dr. Singler– That’s great. Is there anything you wanted to talk about?

Aaron– Not really. I don’t know.

Dr. Singler– How have you been sleeping? Better since last time?

Aaron– No. The same I guess.

Dr. Singler– Are you still seeing her? The woman?

Aaron– Yes.

Dr. Singler– Well why don’t you tell me more about her?

Aaron– I don’t know anything about her. I see her once and a while.

Dr. Singler– Well tell me about the last time you saw her.

Aaron– A couple of nights ago. It was late, like 3:30am or something like that. She was scratching on the back door again.

Dr. Singler– So you went to let her in?

Aaron– No, I don’t let her in.

Dr. Singler– Do you talk to her?

Aaron– No. I stare at her and she stares at me.

Dr. Singler– Do you think she’s real?

Aaron– I don’t know. Ya, I guess I do.

Dr. Singler– Does she resemble your sister Julie at all?

Aaron– No.

Dr. Singler– I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply (cut off)

Aaron– She’s old.

Dr. Singler– Do you recognize her?

Aaron– No.

Dr. Singler– Does she comfort you?

Aaron– No. I’m scared of her.

Dr. Singler– Does (cut off)

Aaron– I don’t feel comfortable talking about her.

Dr. Singler– Yes, of course. We can move on if that’s what you want.

Aaron– (frustrated) No. I don’t want to go home.

Dr. Singler– Because of her?

Aaron– Yes. I know you think she’s a delusion, but she’s real to me.

Dr. Singler– Why does she scare you?

Aaron– She wont let me sleep. I can hear her breathing in the hallway at night. She scratches on the door when I close it.

Dr. Singler– What do you think she wants.

Aaron– I don’t know.

Dr. Singler– Have you tried asking her?

Aaron– She. I don’t know. She knows where Julie is.

Dr. Singler– I thought she didn’t talk to you?

Aaron– She doesn’t. I mean she doesn’t say anything. I don’t know.

Dr. Singler– Well where does she say Julie is?

Aaron– I don’t remember. Do you hear that?

Dr. Singler– No, what is it?

Aaron– I can’t stay here.

Dr. Singler– Are you sure?

Aaron– Yes, I have to go. Sorry.


reddit//


To: deleted

From GinNMiskatonics sent over one year ago

Julie,

Check this out. Isn’t this near you?

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/lws9c/correspondencerevelations01/


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He seemed nervous getting into the car, fumbling with the keys as he searched for the ignition. He quickly reversed out of the driveway, paying almost no mind to what could have been behind him. The radio was set to an AM talk show, which he didn’t bother to change. He drove carelessly, but at least he followed the directions.

“One missing teen found dead”a monotone radio host segues into a discussion about the state of crime in the city.He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and begins to rock his body back and forth nervously. The darkness now getting thick as he drives into the countryside. He continually glances up at his rear view mirror hoping he doesn’t see her again.

The sound of pebbles and gravel knocking off the underside of the car is now completely drowning out the radio. He’s getting close. He begins to hum to himself in an effort to drown out his fear. Up ahead he sees the tombstone; It’s not far now.

He pulls into the driveway and shuts the engine off. He sits awhile, perhaps to try and work up the courage to get out of the car. He repeatedly mumbles to himself “we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked.”The clicking of the car’s engine cooling down reminding him of how quiet and alone he was out there.

He reached for the hammer he had lying on the front seat. He gets out of the car and cautiously walks up the driveway, still mumbling to himself. The car’s headlights are cutting a path through the blackness to the tool shed out front; the silhouette of the large farmhouse looming in the back.

He reaches the door, and sure enough it’s locked; a mumbled scream can be heard from inside. “Julie!”, he yells, frantically trying to smash the door’s handle with his hammer. I take this opportunity to sit up from under the backseat where I had been lying. I stretch my arms a little before exiting the car. The drive was long and uncomfortable.

He continues to bang on the door and the lock, so focused that he doesn’t notice me get out of the car. I walk around the headlights and take my time. It’s a beautiful night. He succeeds in opening the door. There she is, bound and gagged, just like I left her. I’m surprised the bitch was still alive.

He untied the gag on her mouth. “Aaron!”, she forced out with what little energy she had left. It was a beautiful reunion. I shoved my knife deep into the back of his neck. He gargled and struggled for a bit, but that didn’t last long. Julie, now covered in her brother’s blood, began to convulse and push out a sorry excuse for a scream. I grabbed a rusty saw hanging from one of the shelves. This will do. I began to saw through Aaron’s neck, making it about halfway in. It’s no use, the saw was far too dull. It didn’t help that he was shaking the whole time. I decided to leave him in there with her. I didn’t put her gag back on either. I figure she hasn’t eaten in a while.

I got back in the car and headed home. I shut the stereo off. I fucking hate talk radio.

-TC


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I left class early because I wasn’t feeling well. It was Rachel’s birthday that night and I really didn’t want to miss it. I took a nap when I got home, hoping that maybe the headache would subside. It didn’t. I forced myself to get up so that I could shower and grab some beers. Rachel was having us over for some drinks before we left for the club and I didn’t want to show up empty handed. Some of Rachel’s other friends were already there when I arrived. I didn’t really know them, but I tried my best to not make it awkward. Rachel looked amazing in the red dress she was wearing. I guess she could tell that I was feeling like shit because she made a point to ask me what was wrong. I played it cool and started drinking, hoping that maybe the booze would at least help me deal with it. I felt like I was in worse shape then when I had left my house. Rachel’s friends weren’t much for conversation, either. I ran out of things to say and pretended to check my phone, desperately trying to avoid the awkward small talk. After what seemed like an eternity, her doorbell rang.

Jesse burst into the kitchen with way more energy than I had all day. “Who’s ready to get fucked up!” he yelled. I responded with a half-assed “woo!”. I was just happy that a mutual friend finally showed up. “Dude, you look like shit”, he said to me as he sat down. Fuck, did I really look that bad? I went to the washroom to splash some water on my face. I caught of glimpse of my reflection and man was he right. I was pale as hell and it looked like I hadn’t slept in a week. I contemplated going home. That lasted all of 5 minutes because Rachel knocked on the door asking if everything was OK. I quickly opened the door as if to prove that everything was just fine. I told her I was great, and she responded with “good, because I really want you to come tonight.” It didn’t matter if I was dying at that point because nothing was going to stop me. I had developed this obsessive crush on Rachel and this was really all I needed to hear. I headed back to the kitchen and was greeted by a few more mutual friends who had shown up.

We got to the club around 11:30pm. I was pretty drunk at this point, but not really feeling much better. I headed to the bar for a drink with Jesse while everyone else headed to the dance floor. Jesse bought a round of shots and headed to the meet the others. I don’t really dance, and suddenly felt really nervous about the possibility of having to. I hadn’t thought this through. I spent some time alone at the bar, watching my friends having fun. Surely someone would notice me standing here alone and come grab me. I ordered a beer and finished it fairly quickly. I ordered another, and then another. I watched Rachel dance from a distance. She was having fun, which should have been good news, but she didn’t care that I was standing there by myself. Before I knew it, the last call bell was going off. I had been standing there alone the whole night and no one gave a shit. My nervousness about having to dance in front of Rachel turned into contempt. She fucking lied about wanting me there. Maybe I was reading too much into it. I went to find my friends to tell them I was going to head home. As I walked towards the dance floor, I saw Rachel making out with some random guy. I quickly turned around and got the fuck out of there. I should have cabbed it, but I decided to take the long walk home and process what had just happened. I didn’t tell anyone I left.

I started to cry on the way back. The weight of everything that happened started to suffocate me. This was truly one of the worst nights I’ve had in a while. It was freezing out, but I just had to take a seat. It was quiet. I looked at my phone and saw a few missed calls. I also noticed it was 3:30am and I was sitting in a park by myself. I tilted my head upwards after catching a shadow in the corner of my blurry vision. I wiped away the tears and saw a woman standing across the park. She wasn’t wearing a jacket, despite the freezing temperature, and looked to be pretty old. Her dress was long and filthy. She had her arms hanging by her side with her head cocked to the left. She was looking right at me. I stared at her for a few minutes, not sure exactly what to do. My initial instinct was to run, but I was frozen. The throbbing in my head intensified the longer I stared. I began to get nauseous. I looked down to try and get the pain to subside, but ended up vomiting between my legs. I wiped my face on my sleeve and tried to compose myself. I kept my head down and quickly ran back to the main road. I made my way home as quickly as I could. The quiet wait for the apartment elevator had never felt so long.

I quickly shut the door, locking it behind me. I headed straight for the shower, hoping maybe I could wash off more than just the disgusting vomit residue lingering on my face. It would be nice if I could wash away the memory of this entire night. I turned the water on, as hot as I could stand it, and let it fall down the back of my neck and onto my face. I remained is this position for awhile, until I was startled suddenly by an incredibly loud and aggressive knocking on my door. I figured it was my friends wondering if I made it home OK. I got out of the shower and began to towel myself off. I reached out for the doorknob when I was once again startled by the aggressive knocking. It was clear now, however, that the knocking was coming from just outside the bathroom door.

I fell to my knees, crippled in fear. I stared at the door as the knocking got faster and more aggressive. “STOP!”, I yelled out. “PLEASE STOP IT!” I began to scream and cover my ears as the banging intensified. My head began to throb in pain until I could no longer hear anything but my muffled screaming and the high pitched tone piercing my brain, like an explosion had just gone off beside me. I dropped my head and closed my eyes as tightly as I could; The pain was becoming unbearable. I continued to scream as the deafening tone got louder and louder until I could hear nothing else. I felt a warm liquid pour down my face, over my mouth and onto my chest. I opened my eyes to see blood pooling on the floor around my knees. Everything went black.

I opened my eyes to find that I was now face-down on the tiles. It was quiet. I got up slowly, catching a glimpse of my bloody face in the mirror. I placed my ear to the door to try to listen for…. anything. I could hear my heartbeat pulsating through the wood. I got back on my knees so I could get a better look from under the door. The little bit of relief I felt just a moment earlier disappeared as I stared at at two decrepit feet on the other side of the door frame. I began to shake uncontrollably, but I managed to keep my eyes locked on the bottom of the door. I watched as four slender fingers crept up from the other side. They bent upwards gripping the door, pulling at it. The dirty nails – barely hanging on – scratching at the wood. I got up and started to pound on the wall in a desperate effort to get the attention of my neighbours. Help! Help me! I kept my eyes focused on the door making sure that it stayed closed. Go away! My screams fell on deaf ears. I felt the dizziness coming back, followed by the intense throbbing in my head. My vision started to blur as the knife-like pulsating began to intensify. I began to smash my head against the wall, desperately trying to stop the pain, ignoring the blood pouring down my face. My knees started to give out and I collapsed to the floor.

I laid there for a few moments. I wasn’t sure if the pain was gone, or if I had just become numb to it. I was lost in my own head, almost forgetting why I had locked myself in the bathroom. I quickly changed my focus back to the door. The hand was gone. I squinted to get a better look under the door frame and saw that the coast was clear. This was my chance to make a run for it. I slowly got back to my feet trying not to make any noise. I reached for the door handle and started a three count in my head. Three… Two… One. I whipped the door open and abruptly fell back to the floor. I didn’t have the energy to walk, let alone run. Across the hall stood a woman – the same one from the park. She had her face to the wall. I continued to pull myself towards to the front door. The closer I got, the heavier she began to breathe. Just as I reached the door, she turned around.


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There was light shining through the window when I came to. I quickly surveyed the room, remembering that she had been there right before I passed out. She was gone. I looked down at the pool of blood I had been lying in. I tried to get up, but was in far too much pain. I grabbed an umbrella that was sitting near the front door to help me get to my feet. I hobbled to the washroom so I could attempt to clean myself up. Seeing the state of the bathroom reminded me of the horror that had taken place the night before. I didn’t know if any of it was real, or if maybe I had been drugged. I cleaned the blood off my face and headed for my bed. I probably should have gone to the hospital, but I really didn’t know what to tell them. I probably should left, but I really didn’t have anywhere to go. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. My heavy eyes made it impossible to stay awake, despite my best effort. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

..

There was a fire. I watched as a little girl walked into a kitchen and turned on a stove. I looked around, but I didn’t recognize where I was. I called out to her, but she couldn’t hear me. I followed her up the stairs into a room with a baby crib; Inside the crib was a baby boy. She grabbed the boy and took him downstairs. I walked down the hall towards an open door. I looked inside and saw a man and a woman sleeping. I walked towards them slowly, but was distracted by black smoke clouding the hallway. I ran downstairs, barely dodging the flames. There were empty bottles of cleaning product strewn around the house. I ran outside to try and catch my breath. I looked up to see the little girl running down the dirt road, still holding onto the baby. The darkness made it hard to see, but I followed the faint glow of the moon bouncing off her night gown. She walked into a neighbouring house. I followed. The house was dark and musky with cobwebs covering just about every surface. I followed the sound of a crying baby coming from upstairs. The crying lead me to a room on the far side of the hallway. I slowly opened the door to have a look inside. The baby was wrapped in a blanket, laying in the center of the room. The little girl was watching the burning house from the big round window directly across from where I was standing. She had her right arm raised upward, as if she was holding someones hand. The window began to flash red as the sound of firetruck sirens got increasingly louder. The little girl turned around to face me and smiled. I opened my eyes.

..

I woke up in a cold sweat, staring at the blinking light on my cell phone atop the night stand beside me . I remained still as I contemplated one of the most vivid dreams I had ever experienced. The room was dark, giving me a good idea of just how long I had slept. I reached for my phone so I could try and get a better grip on reality; I felt like I was going mad.

..

28 missed calls. I didn’t bother checking who they were from, and promptly cleared off the notifications. I did, however, notice a text message from Rachel. Despite everything that had just happened, I’m surprised I still cared. I opened the message, which read “I’m so sorry.” I had to think for a moment – sorry for what? Visions of Rachel making out with that random guy came flooding back to me. I wrote back. “You don’t owe me an apology. I never officially told you how I felt about you, so you’re free to kiss whoever you want. Sorry I stormed off.” I put the phone back on the night stand and stared blankly into the mirror as I remained in bed. I focused on the silhouette of the coat rack which stood in front of the window. I tried desperately to distract myself from thinking too much . I tried to convince myself that this would all make sense eventually. The full moon emerged from behind some clouds, further illuminating the silhouette I was fixated on. That’s when it began to move towards me, and I realized it wasn’t a coat rack at all.

..

I gripped my pillow as paranoia began to consume me. I shut my eyes tight, desperately wishing that I hadn’t stayed in the apartment. Please go away, I shouted. This felt all too familiar, except I no longer had the energy to do anything about it. The room was silent for a few moments; I remained perfectly still with my eyes closed. I heard a low exhale from behind me. The weight of the bed shifted as something crawled in. My nervous shakes were more like nervous convulsions now. I felt her body heat as she crawled toward me. I felt her face next to mine – her long, damp hair falling onto my cheek. She began to whisper into my ear in a language I could not make out. I felt her cold hand grip my arm as she dug her nails deep into my skin. I started to feel incredibly nauseous again. I screamed as loud as I could while yanking my arm to try and pry it from her grip, purposefully rolling off the bed in the process. I opened my eyes as my back hit the ground.

..

I helplessly watched as she crawled to the edge of the bed. She stretched out her arm with a very robotic motion and pulled herself on top of me. She put her hands over my face and began to chant something repeatedly. The white noise in my head began to intensify until I blacked out.

..

There was a fire. I once again watched as that little girl turned on the stove. I yelled at her to stop, but she could not hear me. I ran upstairs to try and warn the two sleeping adults, but they would not wake up. Smoke filled the hallway and I ran outside; I knew where the little girl was headed. I ran into the abandoned house and hurried up the stairs. I threw open the door, expecting to see her watching the house burn from the big round window. Instead I saw that woman from my apartment. Her left arm was extended downward, as if she was holding someone’s hand. She turned around and smiled. I opened my eyes.


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647-xxx-xxxx

I’m so sorry.

..

416-xxx-xxxx

You don’t owe me an apology. I never officially told you how I felt about you, so you’re free to kiss whoever you want. Sorry I stormed off.

..

647-xxx-xxxx

Not for that…


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I put some clothes and toiletries in a backpack and locked the door behind me. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that I couldn’t stay in that apartment any longer. I was greeted by the cold February air when I stepped outside. The street was dark and quiet, but the ambient city sounds provided some comfort. I checked my phone for the time — 12:25am. I sat on the curb as I read Rachel’s last message over and over. What did she mean? What was she sorry for? I decided it might be best to just call her and ask. I let the phone ring two times before I hung up. I started to second guess myself; There isn’t anything I could have asked her that wouldn’t have made me look absolutely fucking insane. I got up and headed down the street.

..

I kept my focus on the sidewalk in front of me as I speedily made my way to a more populated area. A sense of relief poured over me as I turned the corner and saw people walking about. I headed inside the first bar I came across. I took a seat at a booth in the back corner and pulled my hood over my head to hide the cuts and bruises. I started to browse my phone for contacts I could call, or places I could go. A dark shadow made it’s way into my peripheral vision, startling me and causing me the jump into the corner of the booth. I looked up to a confused waitress, asking me if I was alright. I reassured her that everything was fine and ordered a beer, knowing that she’d probably kick me out otherwise. I attempted to calm myself down as she walked away. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths; The absolute insanity of the last few days had me feeling incredibly sick. I opened my eyes to a see a girl sitting across from me in my booth.

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A knot formed in the pit of my stomach, wrenching at my insides. My expression didn’t change, as If I was no longer capable of reacting physically to being startled. I stared at her for a moment as she rocked back and forth. “who are you?”I muttered. Before I was able to finish asking, she reached out and grabbed my arm. She looked at me and said“I know what’s happening to you and I can help.” I pulled my arm back, keeping eye contact with her. “Who are you?”, I asked once more. “My name is Sara”, she said.

..

The waitress arrived with my drink, asking Sara if she wanted anything. Sara declined, which reassured me that I wasn’t the only person that could see her. As ridiculous as that sounds, I didn’t have any reason to believe otherwise at that point.“OK, Sara, why should I trust you?” I asked. She continued to rock back and forth, mumbling something under her breath. I repeated the question a little louder. She cut me off; “Because you don’t have any other fucking options.” “How do you know all this? How did you find me?” I asked quite loudly, as the situation began to make even less sense than before. Sara sat, quietly looking down. She didn’t answer me. “Fuck this”, I said out loud as I got up to leave. I was getting a very bad vibe from this girl and I didn’t trust her. I heard Sara say something as I walked towards the door; I turned around to see her standing by the booth. “What did you say?” I asked. “I know about Rachel”, she said.

..

“What about her?”, I yelled. She remained silent. There was something eerily familiar with Sara’s posture that made me feel uneasy. “If you came here to talk to me, then fucking talk to me!” I yelled out, drawing the attention of nearby patrons. Sara darted her head around the room; She obviously didn’t like the attention. She speedily walked towards me, grabbed my arm, and lead me out the back door and into the alley. “Come with me”, she said. “No”, I answered.“If you want me to follow you then you have to help me understand what the hell has been happening. Please.” Sara turned around started to walk away. “Hey!” I yelled out. She did not respond. I watched her walk into the darkness and out of sight. I stood in the cold alley for a few minutes before deciding to follow her. She was right, I didn’t really have any other options.

..

I ran after her, shouting her name into the darkness. I stopped to try and catch my breath, but quickly realized that I had wandered into a very dark and very quiet part of the neighbourhood. I looked back towards the main road; The flicker of distant car headlights could be seen through the cracks in the fence. I nervously continued forward. With each new step I could feel my heart rate speed up. The crunching snow beneath my feet echoed loudly between the buildings. An incredibly loud noise caused me to jump backward, slip on a patch of ice and fall onto my back. I shook it off, quickly realizing that the noise was the ringing of my phone. I frantically searched my pocket for it, taking a look at the screen as it lit up the dark alleyway. It was Rachel.

..

I nervously answered the call, slowly lifting the phone to my ear. “Rachel?” I muttered with a trembling voice. There was no immediate answer, but I could hear sobbing. I didn’t say anything else and continued to listen. “I’m sorry”, she forced out, still crying. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” “Rachel, what are you sorry for? What’s happening?” I tried to get an answer but the only thing she seemed intent on saying was “I’m sorry.” She continued to repeat this over and over until it began to sound muffled. My vision started to blur as sharp pains began to form in my head. I started to panic as the nausea built up in my stomach, causing me to drop my phone. I tried my best to crawl back the way I came, still on the ground from my earlier fall. My hands were getting numb from the cold snow and it was becoming unbearably painful to continue moving forward. I forced myself back to my feet, clenching my gut with my forearm to try and stop myself from vomiting. There was now a ringing in my ears, which was starting to feel all too familiar. I hit my forehead against the brick wall until the ringing stopped. I could feel myself bleeding, but I didn’t care. A terrible shriek tore it’s way through the alley, prompting me to look forward. Through hazy eyes I could see her decrepit figure standing across from me — the old woman from my apartment.

..

I watched in horror as she twitched and twisted her limbs, making her way towards me. I started to walk as fast as I could in the opposite direction, using the wall to balance myself. There was a metal door on a small stoop up ahead that I was hoping would be unlocked. I pulled on the handle with bated breath, and felt a small sigh of relief as it opened. The relief was short lived, however, as I realized this tiny dark room didn’t lead anywhere. I wiped the blood from my face, which was now starting to get into my eyes, and turned to look back to the old woman. She stood wide-eyed and open-mouthed with her head tilted to one side; her black eyes staring right back at me. I hurried into the small room as the nausea began to intensify tremendously. I held the door closed behind me, coughing as vomit filled my throat. I felt for a lock with my free arm as I used the other to cover my mouth. Through the cobwebs and chipping paint, I managed to find the lock. I pulled it over before falling to my knees and vomiting on the ground, gasping for air every chance I got. As my eyes began to adjust to the darkness, I realized that I locked myself in a small storage closet — one that had likely been abandoned. I stood up covered in vomit and cobwebs and turned to face the door. I pushed my back up against the wall, squeezing between two cabinets. I kept my focus on the door, trying my best to ignore what I think were spiders crawling on my arms, neck and hair. It remained silent for a few moments. There was a loud bang on the metal door causing my heart to skip a beat. The handle started to twist back and forth when I noticed a little bit of light coming in from the top of the frame. I didn’t lock the door properly.

..

I reached my arm out to grab the handle and pull it towards me, fighting resistance from the other side. With every twist of the handle, I would pull back even harder. The final attempt was followed by a loud shriek, causing me to pull on the rusty door handle so hard that it completely ripped off, sending me to the ground. The metal door swung open and the old woman stood right behind it on the stoop. She twitched back forth, shaking her head, mumbling something foreign. I shielded myself with my arms, screaming as loud as I could. She grabbed my arm and yanked me out the door with such a force that I could hear my elbow pop. Fighting the dizziness and driven purely by fear, I got back to my feet and sprinted down the alleyway and back to the street. I ran onto the road, narrowly missing a car. There was a girl staring at me from the other side of the road. It was Sara.

..

“Sara!” I yelled out, as she ran down the sidewalk. I caught up to her and grabbed onto her bag as she struggled to break free. “Let me go!” she yelled out; “She’s following you, get the fuck away from me!” she said as she let go of her bag and ran down the road. I checked inside and found her ID . I grabbed it to look for an address or anything else I might be able to use to track her down. Interestingly, the ID was made out to a Samantha Cross.

..

A man ran up from behind me, telling me he saw everything and that he called the cops. “You robbed that girl!”, he yelled out. I didn’t have the energy to defend myself, so I just sat on the curb. Being picked up the police didn’t sound so bad, quite honestly, which I guess is unfortunate since they took me here instead.

..

I told you people all there is to tell. You’re making me write this down in detail, as if my story is going to change. Fuck you. Lock me up. Tell them I’m crazy, I don’t care. Just don’t send me home.


Entry 3 of 3


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Toronto General > Archive

Department of Psychiatry and Mental Health

November>1997

Caplain, Sara


November 12th 1997

Session 1

Doctors note: Patient unresponsive. Unable to conduct a proper session.


November 15th 1997

Session 2

Q: How are you feeling today, Sara?

.

A: (No response.)

.

Q: Sara, do you know why you are here?

.

A: No.

.

Q: You were involved in a very serious incident a couple of weeks ago – do you remember that at all?

.

A: No. I want to go home.

.

Q: Well where is home, sweetie?

.

A: I don’t know.

.

Q: Don’t be nervous, Sara.

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A: I’m not Sara.

.

Q: Your name isn’t Sara?

.

A: No.

.

Q: Well what is your name then?

.

A: I don’t know.

.

Q: Are you sure it’s not Sara?

.

A: yes! It’s not Sara!

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Q: Ok, sweetie, no problem. Would you be able to let me know what it is when you remember?

.

A: Ok.

.

Doctors note: Patient getting anxious – session concluded early. She is experiencing symptoms synonymous with post-traumatic stress, most notably memory loss and a strong dissociation to her name. Continued therapy is strongly recommended.


November 28th 1997

Session 5

Q: Good evening little lady. How are you feeling today?

.

A: Good.

.

Q: Nurse Margaret tells me you made a friend; Is that true?

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A: Ya. Her name is Rachel.

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Q: That’s terrific, sweetie. Rachel is a very bright little girl, much like yourself. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.

.

A: Ya. She has a little brother, just like me.

.

Q: Yes, that’s right. Do you remember a lot about your brother?

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A: Not, not really.

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Q: Well your brother is in good hands, I promise.

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A: When do I get to go home?

.

Q: Well we can deal with that when you’re all better. Home is going to be much different than what you might remember, sweetie, and I want you to be ready for that. You’re a brave girl so I know you’re going to be just fine.

.

A: Can Rachel come when I go?

.

Q: Unfortunately not.

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A: Why?

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Q: Well Rachel needs to stay with us a little while longer so we can help her get better too.

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A: Can Selina come?

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Q: I don’t believe I know a Selina. Did you meet her here?

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A: No, she doesn’t stay here.

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Q: Can you tell me a little more about Selina?

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A: I don’t know.

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Q: You don’t know?

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A: I don’t think she wants me to talk about her.

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Q: Well how about next time you see Selina, you tell her that you and I are good friends. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind us talking if she knew that.

.

A: Okay.

.

Doctors note: Patient seems to have created an invisible friend, which is not uncommon for this type of trauma. It’s possible she is projecting the version of herself that her brain is rejecting. Continued therapy is recommended.


December 10th 1997

Session 8

Q: Well don’t you look beautiful today, little lady.

.

A: Thank you!

.

Q: Where did you get that beautiful dress?

.

A: Nurse Margaret! She brought one for Rachel, too!

.

Q: Well lucky you! Did Selina get one too?

.

A: No, Selina doesn’t come visit me anymore.

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Q: Really? Well that’s too bad – I was just getting to know her.

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A: She’s friends with Rachel now.

.

Q: Rachel talks to Selina, too?

.

A: Ya.

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Q: Do you mind if I talk to Rachel about Selina, or should it just be our little secret?

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A: You can talk to her.

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Q: Well lets forget Selina for now because I want to talk about you and how pretty you look! Have you thought about a name like we talked about last time?

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A: No, not yet.

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Q: Well let’s think of one together! Anything you want, any name in the world!

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A: umm…

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Q: Well do you have any favorite characters? Any new books you’ve been reading?

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A: Green Eggs and ham!

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Q: Oh, that’s a good one! “I will not eat green eggs and ham.”

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A: “I will not eat them Sam I Am!” Sam – what about Sam?

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Q: Well Sam is a boys name, silly. What about Samantha?

.

A: Ya!

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Q: Alright little lady, Samantha it is!

.

Doctors note: Patient has blocked the incident out of her mind completely, and has actually shown the willingness to move past it. Regular therapy is still very much recommended, however her residency at Toronto General is no longer required. I will clear her to begin the transition to Children’s Cross.


Toronto General > Archive

Department of Psychiatry and Mental Health > correspondence

January>1998

Caplain, Sara


Children’s Cross Orphan Program

January 5th 1998

Doctor Herschel,

Gloria is just finalizing the paperwork now, so we should be all set in about a week. Please send over the requisite files for Samantha so we can begin the registration process. As customary with all our orphaned children, Samantha will receive the surname of Cross, so please take that into consideration when completing her forms.

Thanks again, Dr. Herschel. We look forward to meeting little Samantha in the coming weeks.

-Danielle Pereira, placement coordinator.


Globe and Mail> Archive

October>1997

The Kirby Fire


2 Dead in Vaughan house fire.

Two people are dead after a house fire in Vaughan overnight. The fire broke out in a home on Kirby road shortly after midnight. The fire was under control at about 2:30 a.m., fire officials said. The cause of the fire is under investigation.

Brian Caplain – 38, and Rebecca Caplain – 35, were found dead at the scene. Their five year old daughter, Sara Caplain, was found in a neighboring farmhouse with the Caplain’s youngest child, Tyler. They were taken to to the hospital with minor injuries but are expected to be okay.


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entry 1 of 1

12//05//2014

The hammering noise coming from downstairs blended seamlessly with my dream as it slowly woke me up. I turned to look at the clock, squinting my eyes as it’s bright red numbers burned into my retinas. 3:36am. I extended my right arm and felt that Ashley was no longer laying in bed. I tightly clenched the bed sheets as the noise persisted, echoing through the house. “It’s four in the morning!”, I yelled out. I could see that there weren’t any lights on past my bedroom door, which was odd. I got out of bed and headed for the stairs.



11.02.2014

To: ashley.erikson

From: tom.erikson

Subject: nosleep

Hey babe. I found a story on reddit today that takes place like 15 minutes from our house — how crazy is that?? Right near Jane and Kirby apparently. You ever heard of the hell house? Here’s the link:

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/k2yvr/correspondence/

check it out!


11.02.2014

To: tom.erikson

From: ashley.erikson

Subject: RE: nosleep

Spooky lol. Back in high school I remember hearing about some haunted house on Kirby road but I’ve never really heard it referred to as the hell house. That’s cool, I’ll have to check it out when I get off work.


11.04.2014

To: ashley.erikson

From: tom.erikson

Subject: RE: nosleep

The story goes into a little more detail about the Hell House here. I don’t suppose any of these names sound familiar to you? Samantha Cross, Jason Peterson, or Amanda Cooper?

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/lws9c/correspondencerevelations01/


11.04.2014

To: tom.erikson

From: ashley.erikson

Subject: RE: nosleep

I don’t see you in a week and the first thing you want to ask is if I read the story?! How about: “Hey Ashley, how is your trip going?” “Does your client like the concepts you’ve been working so hard on?” I heard from you twice so far and both times have been about this story.

And no, those names don’t sound familiar. You know why they don’t sound familiar? BECAUSE IT’S A STORY!

I love you, babe, but sometimes you can be an airhead.

Ash


11.04.2014

To: ashley.erikson

From: tom.erikson

Subject: RE: nosleep

I’m sorry babe. Please tell me about your trip, and forgive me for being an airhead.

xoxo



entry 1 of 1 cont…

12//05//2014

I walked over to the railing that overlooks the family room. I could see Ashley standing in the corner of the room facing the wall. “Ashley?” I called out. She didn’t respond.



11.12.2014

To: ashley.erikson

From: tom.erikson

Subject: It’s getting weird

OK, hear me out. Remember those 2 girls that went missing a couple of years ago? Julie Carpenter and Ashlyn Fenix? This story mentions them by name. This is more than coincidence babe. I sound like a crazy person, I know. Please read this.

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/120q2k/correspondenceintervention04/


11.12.2014

To: tom.erikson

From: ashley.erikson

Subject: RE: Subject: It’s getting weird

Is something wrong, Tom? I don’t know why you’re so absorbed in all of this. You seem so uninterested whenever I call, and all you want to talk about is this fucking story. It’s made up, Tom. They wouldn’t have it on the fucking site if it were real.



entry 1 of 1 cont…

12//05//2014

I made my way down the stairs. I walked cautiously towards Ashley, keeping the lights off. Just as I was in arms reach, she started to sway forward, hitting her forehead against the wall repeatedly. I stood and watched her for a few moments before taking a seat on the couch. She stopped suddenly to look at the window. “She’s here”.



11.22.2014

To: ashley.erikson

From: tom.erikson

Subject: Hello??

I’m sorry Ash, I got a little carried away. Can you please answer my calls? I miss you.

…I’m sorry.

xoxo



entry 1 of 1 cont…

12//05//2014

We both kept our eyes locked to the window. The blinds were closed, but I knew exactly what was behind them. “is the door locked?”, I asked. Ashley, still looking at the window, started to laugh hysterically. “IS THE FUCKING DOOR LOCKED!”I yelled, getting angrier. I put my hand around Ashley’s neck and watched as she struggled to breath. I let go when her face lost color. She spit into my face, continuing to laugh through her coughing fit. “Fuck you”, she said. I ran to the front door, quickly locking it. I then headed for the back door, locking that one as well, as if it would make any difference at all. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and walked back towards Ashley, who was still laughing maniacally.



11.23.2014

To: ashley.erikson

From: tom.erikson

Subject: Please Respond

Ashley please answer me, I’m getting worried.


11.23.2014

To: tom.erikson

From: ashley.erikson

Subject: RE: Please Respond

I’m sorry, Tom. I’m OK, but we have to talk when I get back. Please stop trying to contact me here, and please stop reading that story.


11.23.2014

To: ashley.erikson

From: tom.erikson

Subject: RE: Please Respond

There’s no fucking way I’m going to let you leave it off with me like that. What the hell does the story have to do with anything? I expect an answer today, Ashley. I won’t hesitate to come down there.


11.25.2014

To: tom.erikson

From: ashley.erikson

Subject: RE: Please Respond

I GOT IT! I FIGURED IT OUT! Samantha is killing them! It has to be her!

It started with her, who introduced it to all the others. One by one they died, mercilessly killing themselves and each other. It started to spread, and fast. Through facebook; through twitter; through reddit. Samantha thought killing the rest of them could stop it from spreading. A NOBLE MOVE, RIGHT? FUCKING KILLING EVERYONE ELSE? AS IF IT WASN’T ALREADY TOO LATE?! AS IF THAT MAKES HER ANY BETTER?! I don’t even know where the fuck she is, or if she’s even still alive. Who? SAMANTHA! PAY ATTENTION! But Tyler…

ring ring ring ring ring ring. You’re calling again BUT I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! I’M NOT HOME! THERE’S NO ASHLEY HERE ANY MORE!

butwhataboutyou? WHAT ABOUT ME? Does this seem odd to you, Tom? imjustfuckingfine. I’ve never BEEN more fine, actually. I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine. I’M FINE! I THOUGHT I WAS LOSING MY MIND LOL. hearing voices in the hall, seeing things outside the window. NO NO IT’S ALL FUCKING REAL! I can’t be crazy if it’s real. I’m scared tom please help me. PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME!

please tom.

Come down here.

I need you.



entry 1 of 1 cont…

12//05//2014

I put the knife to Ashley’s neck and walked her over to the mirror so she could watch me slit her throat. I stood in front of the mirror, seeing myself hold the knife to my own neck. There’s nobody else here. I stared into my own bloodshot eyes — realizing that I was no longer in control of my own body — realizing that I’ve completely lost my mind.

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