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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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.


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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?

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A: (No response.)

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

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A: No.

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

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A: No. I want to go home.

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Q: Well where is home, sweetie?

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A: I don’t know.

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Q: Don’t be nervous, Sara.

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A: I’m not Sara.

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Q: Your name isn’t Sara?

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A: No.

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Q: Well what is your name then?

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A: I don’t know.

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Q: Are you sure it’s not Sara?

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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?

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A: Ok.

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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?

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A: Good.

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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.

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

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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?

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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.

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A: Can Rachel come when I go?

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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.

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A: Okay.

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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.

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A: Thank you!

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Q: Where did you get that beautiful dress?

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

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

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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.

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Q: Rachel talks to Selina, too?

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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?

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A: Ya!

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Q: Alright little lady, Samantha it is!

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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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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



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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.



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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



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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.



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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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Cristina, thank god you’re awake.

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Ya, for sure. what’s wrong, hun?

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I don’t know, I’m just tripping out here.

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Is everything OK?

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I guess. My parents are at the cottage for the week and I’m not used to spending the night alone. I’m a wuss. My door is open just a crack and I keep thinking I’m seeing someone in the hallway.

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I’m sure it’s your mind playing tricks on you, hun. Why don’t you turn the TV on or something? I’d come by but it’s like 2:30am and I have to work tomorrow.

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I know, I’m sorry. Do you want to hang up? I wont be offended. Look at me–a 25 year old girl waking her best friend up because she’s scared of the boogy man.

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haha, no no, I’m up now so I may as well keep you company.

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aww, thank you, love.

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No problem sexy lady. So what’s the deal? You watch a scary movie or something?

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To be honest, I have no idea what it is. Things have been a little strange starting from just before Shaun died and..

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Amy, is that what this is about?

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No, it’s not. I mean, sure, the fact that he’s gone still haunts me but that’s not what this is about. Something doesn’t feel right and I don’t know what it is.

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What do you mean, hun?

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Well it started the day after Samantha’s party. She lost her shit the next day, confessing her love for Shaun and telling me to fuck off, except not so eloquently.

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Yikes. Ya, I remember that.

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Ya, but that’s not all. Shaun began acting hostile towards me as well, even hitting me once. He’s never done that. Fuck, I didn’t even think he was capable of that.

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Amy, how come you never told me this?

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I don’t know. I didn’t want people thinking less of him. The Shaun I knew wouldn’t do that. He would never hit me and that’s why I know something was seriously wrong. Also, Ross seemed to have gone completely mental after Shaun died. There was an incident that occurred shortly after Shaun’s death which had me a little frightened. Ross had been receiving prank calls from Shaun’s phone, supposedly. It really freaked me out. A few hours later I get a call from him saying everything is fine but he doesn’t want to talk to me any more. Nothing seems to add up and I’ve been on edge ever since.

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Wow. I wouldn’t worry about Samantha–that girl has always been a little bit crazy. Shaun’s death hit everyone pretty hard. Ross was his best friend and you may have just brought back some painful memories; I’m sure he’ll come around. Besides, you still have me if yo..

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huh?

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My laptop….. it’s typing something

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what are you talking abou..

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IT’S TYPING THIS CONVERSATION! WHAT THE FUCK!

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wha..

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It’s typing out everything we’re saying, right as we say it. I can’t close it, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!

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That doesn’t make sense. Do you have some kind of dictation program running on something?

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Amy?

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Amy? Hun?

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Amy!

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……..There is a woman… standing in my doorway

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are you being serious right now?

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…She’s staring me.. oh my god

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*….I.. I don’t… *

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she ran downstairs! I need to get out of here!

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sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc

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Cris?

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res ipsa loquitur

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Cristina, please!

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You’re weak.

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WHAT IS HAPPENING!

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Think for a second, wretched vermin. You confide in she who does not exist; A figment of your insanity.

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Oh my God.. I’m losing my fucking mind….

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I`M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND! HAHAHAHA!

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AHHH!

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Snap out of it, Amy.

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WHO AM I TALKING TO!

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*…she’s still here! *

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where’s the phone

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911, what’s your emergency?

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The Hell House on Kirby Road.

July 17, 2009

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If you live in Toronto, or the surrounding Greater Toronto Area (GTA), then there is a good chance you’ve heard of the “Hell House”. It’s an abandoned farm house from god knows what era that resides on the desolate stretch of Kirby Road. If I had to guess I’d say it’s from the late eighteen-hundreds to early nineteen-hundreds. The road itself has been very poorly documented with almost no archived information regarding when it was created. Kirby Road still remains mostly unpaved and unlit, almost as if it’s been completely forgotten or written off. Towards the more developed areas of Maple you can find some houses on Kirby Road but they are few and far between. Intrigued, I decided it was time to have a visit.

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Dze1rWe drove for what seemed like forever. The crunching of the gravel under the tires set an ambient tone as the rest of the car remained quiet, entranced by the limited view the headlights provided into the blackness. Locating the house proved to be more difficult than we initially imagined. The stretch of road went much further than I anticipated but it wasn’t long before we saw it–the infamous gravestone that resides next to the abandoned house. This is the gravestone of young girl named Selina who was killed in the early nineties. I believe she was struck by a car in ’93, “coincidentally” right in front of the Hell House. We stopped the car to snap some pictures of the gravestone before proceeding. The gravestone reads “Selina”, with the engraving “I’m a cute kid”. It’s definitely an odd phrase to have engraved onto a tombstone, but who knows, maybe it’s something she said frequently. In any case, there was no denying the eerie aura it evoked. We got back into the car and pressed onward until we saw the driveway. There was a parking block to keep trespassers out so it was time to continue our journey on foot.

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Flashlights in hand, we approached the house. Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked, and unlike the house, none of the windows were broken. I wasn’t about to start breaking doors on a supposed haunted house so we decided to leave the tool shed be and press on. The house was much larger in person than it appeared to be in pictures. The red paint was weathered, showing more wood than colour, and there was graffiti everywhere. Clearly this was a hot-spot for teenagers. We approached the dilapidated door and cautiously entered the house.

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We were greeted with strong, dense musk, that hit us like a punch to the face. The air was thick and filled with dust. We actually had to turn some flashlights off because there was too much light reflecting off of the dust particles. The floorboards creaked and bent as we took our first few steps–it did not feel safe. We had come too far to turn back now so we continued forward without a word from the group. Quietly we entered the first room; The kitchen. The wooden table and chairs remained in place as if they were still being used. The ceiling was caved in above the sink allowing us a sneak-peak upstairs. We couldn’t see much other than a dresser lined with dolls. My nerves began to get the better of me and I insisted to the group that we leave. I didn’t feel right. It felt as though I wasn’t welcome and that we were being watched. The group agreed and we turned to head back to the door.

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We reached the main hallway when Jason called out, “Sam, come down here, it’s not safe up there”. Confused I responded, “Jason, I’m right behind you, what are you talking about?”. He whipped his head around to look at me and immediately turned white–I knew something was wrong. “Jason, what happened?” I asked. He continued to stare at me without saying a word, looking ever more lifeless. I went to reach for his shoulder to try and shake the life back into him when I heard Amanda scream and run for the door. Both Jason and I turned to look in her direction and immediately decided we should follow suit. I sprinted back to the car without knowing exactly what I was running from. I met up with Jason and Amanda at the car as we all struggled to catch our breath. Jason had tears in his eyes and Amanda was pacing back and forth as if she was trying to process something. I allowed them time to settle down as I confusingly watched them. I finally asked, “Ok, what the fuck was that all about?”. With no hesitation, Jason turned to me with a paranoid look in his eyes and became defensive as if I wouldn’t believe what he was about to tell me.

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“I know what I saw, Sam, I know what I saw”, he pleaded. Amanda chimed in at this point, yelling “I saw her too!”. Terrified, I inquired, “saw who?”. They both turned to look and me; Jason did the talking. “There was a woman standing at the railing upstairs. It was dark, I thought it was you.” I tried to rationalize this and came back with “well maybe it…”, Jason quickly cut me off at this point. “NO. Don’t doubt me, Sam. I know what I saw up there and there was definitely a woman. Amanda, you saw her too! Tell her!”. Amanda proceeded “It’s true! I did see her! Sam, please let’s get out of here. I don’t feel safe, please!”. I wasn’t about to stand there and question them any further because I was stricken with fear. We got into the car where Jason struggled to get the key in the ignition. I took one last look at the house and all my doubts and rationalities about what they had just seen faded. In the window upstairs, there she stood. Her pale skin burned an image in my brain that I will never forget. Her black hair falling across her expressionless face. I didn’t say anything to anybody. The ride home was quiet.

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Weeks had gone by. We didn’t tell anyone about what we had seen that night as we all tried to forget about it. That is, of course, until I received the letter. You’re Invited!, is what the envelope read. I opened it up to find a hand-made card fashioned from a folded piece of paper; A child’s drawing decorated the front face. Inside the card, written in crayon, the text read “You’re invited to Selina’s Birthday!”. I must have sat staring at that piece of paper for what felt like an hour. There was an address on the card so I turned on my laptop and typed it in. My fears were confirmed; It was the Hell House. My blood had gone cold as I continued to read the search results, particularly the part stating that Hell House had been demolished in 2007. Two years ago.

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I didn’t say a word to anyone until now. I just wanted this to all go away. It didn’t. I received an e-mail about a week later from an unknown sender. The address was unreachable and didn’t go anywhere when I tried responding. I don’t even quite understand what it meant. Here is what the message read:

“1849666 ThE spArK ShALL nOt IGNiTe tHe fLAMe wiTHOuT tHe CATAlyST. thE CAtAlysT ShALL SPRead thE FLAmE UntIL1111 THE WOrLD bURnS. ThE DAwN of THe HaRvesT8766 6 loOms on ThE HoriZon. ThrOughCorResponDence, It ShAll be knOwn.”

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-Samantha Cross


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Hey Amanda


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…hi


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How are you?


Amanda Cooper

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I’m OK


Jason Peterson

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I’m doing good, thanks for asking.


Amanda Cooper

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Look, not to sound like a bitch or anything, but we haven’t spoke in like 3 years. What do you want?


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A little fucking courtesy would be nice.


Jason Peterson

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I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I messaged you because something weird is going on and you’re the only one I can talk to about it. Can you at least hear me out? Can we grab a coffee or something?


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I don’t live there anymore, Jason. I’m in North Carolina now. I moved to Raleigh to live with my mom–I needed a change of scenery.


Jason Peterson

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Shit. Can I at least call you?


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Just tell me on here, what’s the big deal?


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I was trying to avoid telling you on here because it’s part of the problem…


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What the hell are you talking about?


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Whatever, fuck it. Samantha (or someone) wrote about that night at the Hell House and posted it online. There are things she never told us. I’ve been receiving strange e-mails and messages and I can’t help but feel it’s all related.


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Alright, well I’m done with this conversation. Have a nice life, Jason.


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I don’t think you understand the gravity of what’s going on here. Someone has access to personal information and is posting it online. Why doesn’t this concern you?? At least go take a look at it. Please.


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No. I’ve tried really hard to forget that night ever happened. Sam can do whatever the hell she wants. Let her write about it in her stupid blog or whatever it is, I don’t care. I’m done dwelling on this so don’t you dare try and pull me back in.


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It’s not a blog. I’m not even certain Sam is the one writing it. There are links to that kid Shaun who killed himself and even Amy Hutchins. Please, just take a look, that’s all I ask.


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Fuck you. Goodbye.


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Amanda, please.

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November 10, 2011

From: (Amanda Cooper) xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

To: (Jason Peterson) Jason_Peterson@gmail.com

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Jason, I’m sorry about the way I acted a few days ago. It’s just that I’ve been trying really hard to forget about that night and I just can’t seem to shake it.

I’ve been receiving those e-mails too, but that’s not all. I received some text messages last week from Shaun (Ya, THAT Shaun). Trust me, I realize how crazy that sounds. When you mentioned his name I knew immediately that this couldn’t have been a coincidence. He sent me some pictures but I couldn’t bring myself to look at them.

I’m angry at the whole situation, not at you. I’ve spent 3 years trying to brush this under the rug but I know deep down that something is wrong. I can’t ignore this any more. Let’s try and deal with this because I can’t do it alone.

-A.C


November 14, 2011

From: (Amanda Cooper) xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

To: (Jason Peterson) Jason_Peterson@gmail.com

Subject: RE: I’m Sorry

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I said I was sorry, Jason. Please don’t leave me hanging like this.

I had a nightmare last night. I was lying in bed, unable to move. I could see my closet door opening slowly. It was way too dark to make out what was inside. Suddenly I noticed a figure crawling out across the floor; It moved like nothing I’ve ever seen. I saw a hand grab the foot of my bed… then another. Slowly it pulled itself up. That pale face–it was her. She crawled over top of me and whispered in my ear. It was something like, Repetitio est mater studiorum. Funny thing, I don’t remember waking up…


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Dear Diary,

It’s been three weeks since that night at the Hell House and the memory still haunts me every second that I’m awake. I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on anything else and people are beginning to notice. I had to leave work early yesterday because I convinced myself that something was in the storage room–I told my manager I was feeling sick. I’m hoping this constant paranoia will subside on it’s own over time because I can’t go on living like this.


Dear Diary,

It’s 4am and I’m having trouble sleeping.. again. The rain definitely isn’t helping–I need to get out of here. Mom has been trying to get a hold of me recently and she tells me she wants me to move in with her. She’s living in Raleigh now; Maybe that’s the change I need.


Dear Diary,

I’m reaching my breaking point. I haven’t been able to sleep properly in weeks and these bouts of paranoia are beginning to threaten my social life, not to mention my job. I told dad about everything–I had to. He suggested I talk to someone about it. I’m not opposed to seeing a therapist at this point. I also spoke to mom again this morning. I think moving to Raleigh would really be the best thing for me right now. I don’t know how to tell Dad without hurting him though.


Dear Diary,

Today was my first session with Dr. Raymond. He seemed very interested in talking about my mom more than my actual problems. I think he’s trying to find some sort of deep-routed psychological issue. I don’t believe this is going to help.


Dear Diary,

I had my second session with Dr. Raymond today. He also seems to think that moving in with mom would be for the best. With Dr. Raymond’s recommendation, dad should be a little more understanding about the whole deal. Looks like I’m going to North Carolina.


Dear Diary,

I’ve been in Raleigh for about four days now. It’s good to spend time with mom again, although she doesn’t really talk much. She definitely seems much more distant than I remember. I hope moving here was the right decision.


Dear Diary,

It’s been a couple of weeks and the nightmares haven’t gone away; As a matter of fact, they have gotten worse. I’m often woken up to the sound of scratching on my door or heavy breathing coming from my closet. This may very well be all in my head but It’s driving me mad. To top it off, mom has been sleep walking. Every night around 4am, she walks into my room and sits on the foot of my bed. I’m usually already awake when this happens. She stares at me for awhile, rocking back and forth, and then leaving shortly after. I can hear her mumble to herself in the hallway but it’s difficult to make out what she’s saying. I want to go home.


Dear Diary,

FUCK YOU! This diary was supposed to help me but all it’s doing is forcing me to remember how miserable I am. Mom has been acting weird, waking up and screaming in the middle night, sleepwalking and even vomiting. I can hear her in the bathroom, sometimes for hours. What is going on here? This is going to be my last entry. I don’t want to remember any of this.



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Doctors Notes

Patient exhibits signs of schizophrenia, both physically and mentally. She has frequent lapses of concentration, often forgetting what it was we were talking about just moments earlier. These short-term memory gaps have resulted in the Patient forgetting entire sessions. According to her, she’s only been here for 2 sessions. Her brain is rejecting the therapy. I have asked her to keep a diary in an effort to consolidate these sessions.

The patient is also experiencing delusions. She continues to mention her mother and how she speaks with her on a nightly basis. The Patient’s mother has been dead for 17 years. It’s uncommon for a death to trigger schizophrenia this late but it’s worth noting. The patients description of her mother is quite unsettling as well. I fear these dark delusions may eventually lead to thoughts of Suicide.

Patient has agreed to get help but only in Raleigh so she can “see her mom”. Doctor Anne Hardwick is a long-time friend of mine and I believe she may be able to help.

I have attached a copy of a gift the patient gave me before departing. Perhaps it’s something you can ask her about.

Thank you

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Interview with author Daniel Sommers

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In chapter 6, “The Unholy Correspondence”, you talk about old-world demons making use of new-age technologies. What aspects of our current technology would they be inclined to utilize?

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The most well documented cases of demonic possession date back to the mid to late eighteen-hundreds. As you know, the world has undergone some substantial changes since then, more notably in the way of communication. The one aspect of modern-day technology that I focus on in chapter 6 is the internet–basically being able to reach millions of people with relative ease.

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My general understanding was that these cases of possession were isolated to one individual. How would having access to more people be any different?

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Professor Sommers:

Our initial assumption was that these incidents were in fact isolated to one person. We noticed certain trends, however, that now have us believing otherwise.

These incidents were isolated to certain areas, but rarely was just one person affected. Family members closest to the victim would almost always succumb to the same fate. These cases were not as well documented because they were usually written off as grief related suicides or insanity. Family members were not the only ones affected, either.

There a few incidents where we notice a rash of ritualistic murders and suicides that correspond with some reported cases of possession. We now believe these to be related.

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So what you’re suggesting is that this can be passed on like a plague?

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Similar but not quite the same. This is not an illness; There is no passing of germs or infectious bacteria. We believe it’s by association with the victim that this is perpetuated.

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Why would a being capable of such atrocities require the intervention of others? Could they not just choose anyone at will?

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Professor Sommers:

While we do not know the answer to that, we do try and associate some simple logic. If I were to ask you to think of a word off the top of your head, any word at all, it may take you a second. You have access to an entire language library, yet when asked to think of a single word, you pause. Now imagine having to string together more words, all of them unrelated to the one preceding it. This proves to be even more difficult. It’s much easier to string together related words as you can make sensible sentences far more quickly. Do you see where I’m going with this?

I don’t want to give the impression that the process is this simple because we don’t actually know. We do need a base for our assumptions, however, and this seems a logical enough place to start. We also do not believe the first victim is chosen at complete random.

Our mythology tells us that the demon must first manifest itself in our world. The demon would need to find a victim who is vulnerable. This vulnerability comes from having a weak mind and body–someone on the verge of death. Upon the victims death, the demon assumes control of their conscious state. Some theologies refer to this state as the Spirit or life energy. The demon must live in this state for years before being able to manifest itself completely. Once that happens, we believe it’s the unlucky ones who happen to stumble upon it that are chosen.

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This is truly fascinating. One final question, do you believe any of this to be real?

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Some part of me does want to believe this is real. I’ve spent so many years studying and researching–it’s become a huge part of my life. Regardless of whether you believe this or not, it doesn’t change the fact thattyydiy w87761 558 666

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PLEASE sam I need help. There is someone in my house

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12.08.2011 4:17 am

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Amanda please tell me this is you. I’m trapped in my room and I can’t leave. There’s someone here and I can’t get a hold of anyone. Please help me.

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Amanda no this is Jason please help me! fuck, im going to record this. Please try and get help for me, I can’t get through to anyone else.



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User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Jason Peterson jpwindmills@gmail.com

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Jason,

I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks, is everything OK? I left you a bunch of messages, please get back to me A.S.A.P, I’m getting worried. I may leave a few days early if I can get a flight out of Sydney. It’s gorgeous here but I’m starting to get a little home sick.

Hoping to hear from you soon,

Love you!

xoxox

Nicole

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I don’t know if this e-mail is going to actually send anywhere, but i just wanted to let you know that Jason probably isn’t doing too good right now. There’s this site called reddit that kind of verifies that. If it’s any consolation, the story is pretty good. 😛

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User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: xxxxxxx@gmail.com

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What? Who is this? Please tell me what’s going on? How did you get this e-mail?

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I’m not going to lie, you caught me off guard by writing back. This is awesome.. no disrespect, obviously. Now I need to keep hitting refresh…

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Recipient: xxxxxxx@gmail.com

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Jason? If this is a joke, I honestly don’t get it. Can you please just tell me if you’re OK? I’m worried sick and here you are just being a douchebag. Not cool.

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Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

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Hey Nicole, You don’t know me, but your correspondence is being posted online. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Jason is likely dead. If I were you I’d stay the FUCK in Sydney!

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Subject: Re:bad news

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OK, what’s going on? You’re scaring me, please tell me what this is all about. I’m worried sick.

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User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Cindy Watts cindy.watts5886@gmail.com

Subject: Somethings wrong

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Mum, Something is wrong. Jason isn’t answering and I’m getting these weird e-mails. Do you mind calling him for me just to make sure he’s OK? I can’t get a call out right now. Please get back to me ASAP, don’t worry about the time.

Nicole

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User: xxxxxxxxxxxxxx@hotmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: is this real?

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Is this real? lol, sorry, I just want to see if I actually get a reply. Check out Reddit and you’ll get some answers. Please don’t kill me 😛

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Please… I have no strength left… Just tell me what this is all about. Why do all these people have my address? Don’t ignore this, I’m begging you.

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User: xxxxxx.xxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient:Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: A word from the wise.

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A man can live without water, food, and for a short time, air. But he cannot live without connecting with is fellow man. This is the danger you now face. It will come for you, passing from person to person until it find an easy bridge to your location. Your best choice is to stay open, in a place it dare not show it self. For it would be far to easy for it hide in those private places were man cannot exist. Be strong, and you may yet be safe. Make onto yourself a fortress of resolve and tranquility. That is perhaps the only path to safety, if not salvation.

May the fates be more kind to you than they are to others, Bard

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I’m sorry, I’m terribly confused by all this. I don’t know who you are, but please help me understand what all of this is. If this is a joke, I give up–You got me. Please stop it now.

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User: Cindy Watts cindy.watts5886@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Somethings wrong

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Whats the problem hun? What kind of e-mails are you talking about? Did you guys change your phone number? I tried calling but a woman answered who didn’t quite speak english. Get back to me Nikki, you’ve got me worried now.

Mum

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Confusion is hardly a state to regret, for it is the start of knowledge, as some one once told me. There seems to be something…following people, transmitted via contact most social. It will make you see, feel, know that which is false and most deeply desired. Perhaps, in those moments before it is able to fully break down your defenses, it even gives them to you before taking that which is most precious. For some it is their life, for others, it is another’s. Regardless, no one has be left by it unscathed.

Some are left broken shells of what they once were. Others are driven to commit the most heinous of acts upon the ones they hold dear. Still others are left to a fate I dare not describe. For now know that Jason was its most recent target, and information on it’s actions can be provided.

But fear creeps into my heart, that it is already too late for you, – Bard

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The story regarding the old house and the old woman has been posted online bit by bit lately by an unknown source. That is how everyone is getting this e-mail address. It seems to be pulling data from text messages, call logs, emails, etc. If what it says is to be believed, your friend Jason is either dead or in extreme danger. Whatever it is that got him seems to have a control over electronic media and is not bound by any sort of rules. I would recommend that you avoid further contact for the time being. If you do feel the need to investigate this more, I recommend you do not do so alone. It only seems to strike when people are isolated. The website www.reddit.com/r/nosleep will have a great deal of information under any thread titled “correspondence”, but be wary of the user named “bloodstains”. It is tied to this somehow and I am concerned about what would happen if it was able to locate you.

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http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/ot6im/correspondencerevelations045/

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I suggest that you RUN AWAY. Stay the fuck where you are. Stay away from Jason and the others. Start a new life. Forget everything you knew before.

Then,

You will be okay. Nothing bad will happen. Just stay away.

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Beware of she.

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Listen to the Bard. He knows what he’s talking about. Jason’s gone, you can’t save him now. Just let go. If you keep reaching out, something worse than you can imagine will grasp your outstretched hand. You want to know how we know? This is being posted. Something terrifying, something horrific, is tracking you, your correspondence. Your e-mail. Your phone. This abomination is an infection and it has to spread. Deny it a host and it will fall.

Keep your chin up.

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Who are you people? I don’t understand what you’re telling me. I’m being bombarded with information and I don’t know what to believe anymore. Jason is not gone, I don’t believe you. None of this makes any sense to me. Who’s tracking me? I’m going to get a hold of Jason, I know he’s OK.

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But these emails are an infection being spread from person to person through communication devices. Our internetz are not safe,.and especially you, or even me, now. Disconnect yourself and it will not find you. Stay out in open to avoid this demonic cancer. And to the dead, travel fast.

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87 66 6510 adaequatio intellectus et rei

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oh my god Jason! Baby I’m coming home!

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Hi Nicole!

It’s so amazing to finally talk to you! Jason told me so much about you. I can’t wait to finally get acquainted. I’m Amanda, nice to meet you 🙂



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Please, just stop, I beg you. This situation is hard enough without all you people bombarding me with emails. I don’t know what to think anymore, I just need to get home. Please, leave me alone. Tell your friends, too. Enough is enough.



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Hey, that’s no way to talk to someone you just met. You better watch your tone. I’ll let is slide this time… and to think, Jason said we would get along.



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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You don’t know Jason. If you did, you would know that he’s in trouble right now and there’s not a damn fucking thing I can do about it. Please, just stop.



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

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I warned you, bitch. Watch your fucking tone with me or you’re going to get hurt.

Jason is fine. I spoke with him earlier today. Last I heard, he was taking toast for a walk.



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

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How do you know my dogs name? Do you really know Jason? This can’t be right.. I saw the video.. and all those emails..

Amanda, I want to believe you, but I need more proof. If Jason really is OK, can you please have him call me?



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

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I’m not your errand girl. You’re really starting to piss me off, Nicole. Jason said you would be nice! HE SAID WE WOULD GET ALONG!

…now you’ve made me angry. Mom doesn’t like it when I get angry.



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

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wait a second…your name, I’ve heard it before. Oh my god, yes, Jason used to talk about you. He also said you guys no longer spoke after having a falling out. Something isn’t right here… Why are you messaging me now? The timing is just too weird, Amanda. I’m sorry if you’re being genuine, but you obviously have some issues. I have issues of my own right now and I’d appreciate if you stayed out of them.



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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You ungrateful little whore. You should have heard Jason scream when his eyes were ripped out his fucking skull hahaha!

Oh, lucky you, mom says she’s coming to visit. She looks so pretty tonight too! Wait until you see her dress, it’s to die for!



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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Amanda… is that you banging on my window? I’m sorry, I believe you. Please stop it, you’re really scaring me.



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi! (1 attachment)

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It’s not me, it’s mom. Have more respect, bitch.

Oh, nice room!

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User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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That’s from my webcam… WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!

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User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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sweet dreams, Nicole.



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January 5th, 2011

Dad,

I miss you so much. Please forgive the way I acted when you left. I blamed you for everything and I realize now that I was wrong. My life has undergone some profound changes these past few months and it’s becoming pretty clear who really matters to me.

Whenever I’m feeling down, I just think about when I was younger and you would take me to Mill Pond. You would buy me ice cream (chocolate dip) and we would spend the day watching the swans. I would obsess over how pretty they were. You would call me your little swan. As I got older I started making excuses. Suddenly spending a Saturday with dad wasn’t the cool thing to do anymore. We grew apart, but I never stopped loving you; I just wish I told you more often.

I’m hoping you could find it in your heart to forgive me. I know deep down that you will, It’s me who’s been the stubborn one. I’ve ignored your attempts to make amends and I feel terrible. I want you in my life–I think Shaun might propose. Well I don’t know for sure, but he’s definitely dropping hints. This past Halloween we dressed as a zombie bride and groom. Shaun kept saying what a beautiful bride I would make some day. I’m crazy about him. It’s difficult to be happy when I know my daddy won’t be there to walk me down the aisle.

It’s been three months since the day that changed my life forever. The day mom walked in and told me you passed away. All those things I never said, all those things I never did; I’ll never get that chance. Shaun convinced me write this to gain a sense of closure. I’m not sure if it’s going to help but it’s worth a try. I love you, dad.

Your little swan,

Amy



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You’re a fucking coward, bloodstains.


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bloodstains, you’re really fucking with me man. My computer does weird shit when I read your stories.


user thenewblueblood 2 months ago

You’re starting to overstep, Mr. Stains. The day we find out that this curse has passed to Raleigh, a job application pops up at my work for an Amy Hutchins. In Raleigh.



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Hi /nosleep, my name is Ben I just wanted to share something creepy that just happened to me with … someone, anyone. I’m a cook and live in Richmond Hill, Ontario. I only mention that because these stories feature Hell House, a very real landmark that used to stand in nearby Vaughan/Maple. Anyway, long time reddit reader, discovered /nosleep maybe a year ago, but haven’t checked in for a while until earlier this week, when I was lead back here by /letsnotmeet. I had never read this series of stories, posted by bloodstains, until tonight. And now … this is where the creepy shit kicks in. My computer is acting all wonky now. I’ve never had any trouble with it until tonight, but I was browsing randomly after reading these stories when it abruptly shut down. Just turned right off. I powered it back on again, and it was fine so I thought nothing more about it. But just a minute ago … Jesus, nosleep. Jesus. It shut down again. And when I booted it back up … It paused at a black screen, and this mess of text and symbols scrolled across it for what felt like 5 minutes. I couldn’t turn it off, I couldn’t hard-reset it, just more and more text. Now I don’t know if I saw anything, or if it was just my imagination, or if my computer going crazy now is just a stupid coincidence … But I’m scared, reddit. Straight up fucking scared.



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Samantha, right, she’s got this great idea to write an article on the fucking Hell House. She brings her friends, Jason and Amanda–clueless idiots who have no idea what the fuck they’re getting into. “It’ll be fun“, she said. “Don’t do it, Sam” I pleaded with her, but that girl, man, she’s so god damn stubborn. Some shit went down in there, I just know it. For weeks no one saw them. Skipping school, work and ignoring my calls. I had to show up at her door one weekend. “What happened, Sam? Don’t you dare tell me nothing“. “you were right“, she said, “we shouldn’t have gone in there“. “Well no shit“. I kept good on my word and never mentioned it to anyone. I never spoke to her again.

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A year passed and I had pretty well forgotten all about it. Between school applications and problems of my own, I just didn’t have time to care anymore. I moved away for school and cut off ties with the old gang–everyone but Shaun. Shaun and I were tight, always have been. We grew up together and were more like brothers than friends. We looked out for one another; We were family. This was important to me because my actual family was broken, torn apart by the death of my little sister. My mom blames herself since she was driving the car when the accident happened. The PTSD consumed her, becoming addicted to prescription drugs and never leaving the house. My father blamed her as well, making sure to tell her every chance he got until he finally decided to leave. Moving away was the change I needed in my life, with my only regret being that I was leaving my brother, Shaun.

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I returned home for the first time, and evidently the last time, on Halloween. It was good to see everyone again. Shaun, Amy Hutchins and a bunch of my old friends. Amy and Shaun had been dating on and off for years. I was never really fond of the girls Shaun dated, but Amy was different. Beautiful and smart, plus she made Shaun happy–what’s not to like? Amy and I always got along. I actually had a bit of a crush on her before Shaun got with her. I never told anyone. I got pretty wasted, as did everyone else. Shaun spent the majority of the night in the bathroom throwing up. I hung around Amy most of the night; A bad idea. The memory is a bit foggy, but I recall pouring my heart out to her, telling her how I used to feel about her. We started talking about my sister and I broke down. We went outside because the bar was now starting to feel claustrophobic. To be honest, I just didn’t want anyone to see me like that. Amy hugged me, and that’s when I kissed her. Even dressed as a bloody bride, she was still irresistible. She kissed me back. I can’t fucking believe I did that. How could I betray my brother like that? We agreed to not tell anyone. The guilt was killing me, but I had to leave again in two days and I didn’t want Shaun hating me. I planned on telling him eventually, I really did, but as time passed it just seemed easier not to.

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School was fucking hard, man. I was never really big on studying either. I could usually just wing it in high school and still manage to do ok. That definitely wasn’t the case here. School began to consume me, eating up all my free time. I tried my best to stay in contact with Shaun, but it was tough. I kept a blog and a facebook profile so I could at least enjoy the illusion that we were still close. The unfortunate truth was that we had begun to drift apart. My trips back home became less and less frequent and our phone calls had turned into e-mails. Shaun would often invite me back home on the long weekends to join him and some old friends on camping trips or cottage outings. This happened fairly often, so when he invited me to Samantha’s annual party, I didn’t think much of it. I regretfully refused, which he was used to at this point. The Hell House was the furthest thing from my mind, or at least it was, until Shaun e-mailed me the next day.

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Shaun told me that he and Amy got lost on some dirt road. He described a story very similar to one Samantha had told me when she returned from the Hell House. The old woman, the red barn, the desolate road. I knew this wasn’t just a coincidence. I didn’t want to frighten him or jump to any conclusions. After all, Shaun was always a bit of a prankster. As much as I didn’t want to believe any of it, I had a bad feeling. I had heard too many stories about that place. I tried to comfort Shaun while also pretending like I wasn’t really phased by it. If he was pranking me, I didn’t want to look like a gullible fool. It slowly became pretty clear that Shaun wasn’t joking.

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Shaun continued to send me disturbing e-mails, all of them making me feel more uneasy about the whole situation. The messages began to look distorted with repeated phrases and entire sections written in Latin. One of the e-mails mentioned my little sister which pushed me over the edge. Maybe Shaun found out about Amy and I and this was his way of getting back at me? I didn’t care, I told him to go fuck himself and stopped replying. Amy called me a couple of weeks later. Shaun had gone missing. I knew right then and there that something sinister was at work. I took the first train back home. I received a phone call while on the train; Shaun was dead. He killed himself.

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My blood went cold. I couldn’t focus on anything else Amy was telling me because my ears were ringing. I hung up–I didn’t want to hear any more. The details were horrific. This was no ordinary suicide. I knew Shaun better than anyone and there was something definitely wrong here. Was this related to the Hell House? All those stories surrounding that place were running in the back of my mind. It couldn’t be related, right? Someone was really dead and I’m about to blame it on some fucking horror story? No way, there had to be someone behind this and I was going to find out who, or at least that’s what I thought.

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I was on my laptop when it started fucking up. The screen went black repeatedly, filling up with white error text. I tried to get a call out but my phone was dead, followed by a huge power surge. Bang, all my lights turned off. What the fuck was happening? I got up to try and figure it out. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Banging coming from upstairs! Was it my door? Was someone running on the main floor? All of the sudden the power went back on. With my phone dead and my computer open to my blog screen, I pleaded for help. The power went out again. Scared out my mind, I turned around to go upstairs. That’s when I saw her standing behind me.

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Even in the pitch-black basement, I could see her standing there. I screamed but nothing came out. I tried to run, but I couldn’t. I blacked out. I remembered small flashes after coming to. I remembered typing something. I remembered cutting myself. I remembered the pain. I remembered the blood. I remembered waking up in a field with no idea how I got there.

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I can’t stop running. I spend my nights in motels and most my days begging for money and food. I still see her. She visits me at night. She shows me things that I don’t want to see. Sometimes she’s the old woman that came to me in my basement. The woman that haunts me whenever I close my eyes. The woman is still manipulating me today. Sometimes she’ll appear to me as something else entirely. Bloody wedding dress, white makeup and black eyes. Amy Hutchins; My guilt; My secret. She’s telling me that there is a way out. I need to do a few things for her first.

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The first is write out everything I can remember that lead me to this point. I need to share it with as many people as I can. If you’re reading this, I’m sorry.

The next is more involved. She wants me to kill A66 543ma85.66nda Co:;//oper6117.

The final thing is 5.6 66.8 14:;//[fatal error]

sincerely, Ross Meyer



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Holly Hill Hospital

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919-XXX-XXXX

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Dr. Anne Hardwick

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Doctors Notes

Amanda continues to reject the therapy. Her delusions have gotten much worse and she has become violent. I am requesting that she be transferred to Doctor Derek Hunt who has more experience in dealing with violent patients.

Please note that the patient has not been responding to conventional methods. I will attach my notes and transcriptions.

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Dr. Hardwick: Good morning Amanda.

Amanda: Who are all those people in my room?

Dr. Hardwick: Those are the nurses. They’re here to help you.

Amanda: Why are they in my house? I didn’t agree to this.

Dr. Hardwick: We talked about this honey, you’re not at home.

Amanda: Liar!

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, please sit down.

Amanda: Fuck you! [screaming]

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, settle down.

Amanda: [screaming]

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, stop it! Honey, please stop it, you’re tearing your hair out!

Amanda: Don’t fucking touch me!

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Dr. Hardwick: Amanada, honey, how are you feeling today?

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda?

Amanda: What is that?

Dr. Hardwick: This here?

Amanda: Yes.

Dr. Hardwick: It’s a recorder. Remember we discussed recording our sessions?

Amanda: Turn it off.

Dr. Hardwick: Are you sure? Why don’t we give it a try and see how it goes. If you’re still feeling uncomfortable, I’ll turn it off. What do you say?

Amanda: Fine.

Dr. Hardwick: So how have you been?

Amanda: Do you really care?

Dr. Hardwick: I do.

Amanda: I’ve been fantastic. Fucking fantastic.

Dr. Hardwick: I’m sorry, Amanda, I just want to make sure you’re handling the transition well.

Amanda: I know what you’re doing here. You’re not fooling anyone.

Dr. Hardwick: I’m sorry?

Amanda: He sent you. If you try anything, I’ll fucking kill you.

Dr. Hardwick: Who sent [Amanda interrupts]

Amanda: Do you understand me? I’ll rip your throat out.

Dr. Hardwick: No one sent me, Amanda. I promise. Who would have sent me?

Amanda: Don’t lie to me.

Dr. Hardwick: I’m not lying.

Amanda: Ross.

Dr. Hardwick: Who’s Ross?

Amanda: MEYER! ROSS – FUCKING – MEYER! Get out! Get out of my room!

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, I promise you no one sent me. This is my office, you’re safe here. Would you like to go back to your room? If you’re not feeling like cooperating today then maybe we can try again tomorrow.

Dr. Hardwick: Is that what you want, Amanda?

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda?

Amanda: Where am I?

Dr. Hardwick: You’re in my office.

Amanda: This is my house! You came here!

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, we talked about this.

Amanda: MOM!

Dr. Hardwick: Is your mom here?

Amanda: Of course she is. You’re in her fucking house!

Dr. Hardwick: How has your mom been?

Amanda: Ask her yourself, she’s right behind you.

Dr. Hardwick: Well hello Miss Cooper. Can she hear me?

Amanda: She doesn’t like you.

Dr. Hardwick: Are you sure? I think your mom and I would get along great. Is she willing to give me another chance?

Amanda: No.

Dr. Hardwick: Well I [Amanda interrupts]

Amanda: She wants me to kill you.

Dr. Hardwick: Amand.. [Amanda interrupts]

Amanda: Leave now before you get hurt.

Amanda: NOW!

Dr. Hardwick: Well it’s obvious this isn’t working today, Amanda, so I’m going to send you back to your room and we can do this again tomorrow.

Amanda: [Screaming]

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda sit down!

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda!

[Glass shatter]

Dr. Hardwick: Stop it! Help!

[Indestinguishable screaming]

[Door slam]

[Male voices]

Dr. Hardwick: She’s biting me, please get her off! [Screaming]

Male Voice: We’re taking her back to her room. Are you alright?

Dr. Hardwick: I’ll be fine, please just get her out of here.

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Derek,

I haven’t heard from you regarding the transfer request and Amanda is no longer in her room. Did you have her relocated? You better not hurt her, Derek! I’ll kill you, do you hear me?! I’ll kill you! Don’t hurt my little girl!

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from GinNMiskatonics sent 1 month ago

Good Story

Awesome job with the story man, I’m really enjoying it. I know you don’t typically respond to people on here, but if you could just respond to me, I’d appreciate it. There has been some strange occurances this past month that coincide with when I started reading your stories. There has 2 attempted break in’s at around 4 am and my daughter keeps telling me that she’s seeing a woman in our yard. I know it’s a probably a huge coincidence, but if you could just ease my mind a bit, I’d appreciate it. Thanks and keep it up!



from Bitemarkz sent 3 hours ago

You Crazy Bastard

Dude, I love you. This shit is really hitting close to home though. My girlfriend mentioned in passing that there was an elderly woman on our porch last night. There is a good chance she’s fucking with me since my laptop has your stories bookmarked and she probably just stumbled on it. In any case, I’m scared shitless and I love you for that. I can’t remember the last time a story on nosleep kept me up at night.



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from DancingRumBunny sent 4 minutes ago

Amazing Story Yields an Important Question

I will admit to feeling a rush of excitement whenever I see that you have put a new post up. The longevity and ongoing superb storytelling that your posts hold is amazing. But I have to ask if there may be some truth to this story. Sparked by curiousity the other night, I decided to do some research on Hell House, and found that much of the information in your stories is accurate. While researching, though, I looked up and could have sworn that I had seen a person standing in my backyard, which was unusual for a number of reasons; first off, it was near three in the morning, and most people in my town are asleep by then, second, my backyard is completely fenced in, by a 7 foot fence, mind you, so that makes it more strange that someone may have been back there. Naturally, I looked the fuck away and stared intently at my computer screen until I felt safe enough to flee to my bed and cower under the blankets. This could have been just a coincidence, but I would still like to know if your stories are just that, stories, or if they’re legit.



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Submitted: /r/nosleep 1 month ago

Selfpost: Starting to get scared

Hey guys, I want to start off by saying I love this sub. Everything about it is cool, scaring each other is awesome, and I don’t want to break any illusions but things have been getting… weird lately. Last week, after seeing a movie and hitting the bar, my wife and I were driving to my mom’s house to pick up our daughter. I’m a little drunk at this point, so I’m teasing her, especially at red lights, and I begin kissing her neck. She’s doing the ‘oh you’re so bad routine’ and I stop. Not because it’s inappropriate to tease her while driving (and it probably is, but fuck that. She’s gorgeous and I love every minute we spend together) but because there’s an old woman standing at the crosswalk staring at us. Kinda weird, but I’ve been caught doing nastier things in much more inappropriate places. Besides, I’m drunk, what do I care.

Fast forward to five days ago, I just get out of work and head over to the day care to pick up my little girl. Smoking a cigarette in my car waiting for her to get out. I go to flick the butt away and notice an old woman standing by the playground. Staring. I don’t even think about the other night, I just get a little creeped out some old lady is staring, unblinking. But whatever, she’s probably senile right? My little pumpkin gets out and we’re on our way.

That night I’m woken up by the sound of breaking glass. Let me tell you, I’m not a violent guy. Been in only 2 fights my entire life. But believe me when I say the sound of breaking glass at 4am with your wife beside you, and your daughter in the next room, definitely gives you a “defend the pack” mentality. We don’t live in a shitty part of town, but it’s not upscale either. So I never thought to keep a bat or weapon near the bed, however, my sleep-deprived adrenaline addled brain figured a large glass encased Yankee candle would do the trick.

Lizbeth wakes up once I’m out of bed but I hush her and slowly move into the hallway. I shouted something, probably about the police, to deter any robbers. Turns out it worked. Sorry to be anticlimactic, but all I found was some broken glass by the front door. Nothing all that interesting, but I’m not addressing r/nosleep for a simple failed b & e.

Cops were called and nothing came of it. Life goes on, right?

Well the next day I pick my pumkin up from daycare again. As per the daddy standard I ask how her day was (I don’t care about snack time and making turkies out of hand outlines but I do love her, so those kinds of things start to matter.) And she hands me a crayon drawing. This is the first time my heart stops. The first time things start clicking. What she handed me is a crude child’s drawing, but unmistakably, an old woman, standing outside a window.

I have to ask her “who is this sweetie?” To which my little girl replies “the lady in our yard. I think She likes to watch me play”

Now Reddit, nosleep… I love you but this is my family so I’m a little scared. I know we can’t break the fourth wall but I need you to tell me it’s just a story. Correspondence is just a creepy story, right?


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Selfpost: Correspondence Update

“Here is the update I promised. My girlfriend took this pic through the window. It was snowing pretty hard and it`s blurry as fuck so I apologize for the quality. There is clearly a figure in the middle of our yard. Seriously, Reddit, fuck this story.

Drdgx

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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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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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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 comment*

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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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.

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June 2, 2002

From: Eileen_Donato@remax.com

To: shaun_donato@hotmail.com

Subject: What did I tell you?

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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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