Journal Entry #25 - Where's Edward!?

March 30th, 2013 - 8:52 Pm

Um... WOW.

I left you hanging in the last post there... probably freaking out and all. Well, your questions will be answered.

I left right away to Edward's house. After his parents answered the door, I showed them my badge and asked them where Edward was.

"He's upstairs on his computer I believe..." Mr. Strausen said.

I ran.

Busting open the door, I soon discovered that Edward was gone.

I rushed back downstairs. "Your son is gone Sir. I have reason to believe that he's been kidnapped."

Mrs. Strausen gasped, and then sat down quickly in a nearby chair, placing her hands on her mouth.

I ran to the door. Throwing them my card, I said, "I'm going to search for him. If you find out any information, call me." I closed the door behind me, but then remembered something. I quickly opened the door and said very sternly, "And whatever you do, don't go into the woods." And then I left.

For the next two days, I searched everywhere possible. The church, Leroy and Bard's place, the park, and other places. All except for the woods. I feared that that's where Edward was.

I searched everywhere again today, but ended up where I started. Absolutely nothing. Until, that is, I got a call this afternoon from the Strausens.

I'll let Edward explain to you his side of the story, which he wrote in a blog post on Something Sinister:

I have been officially grounded. I don’t know when or if my parents will ever ungrounded me. And honestly I’m kinda glad that they have, this way if He tries to take me again, someone will know. On Wednesday day I got on my blog to try to put something up that now seems more like a waste of time, when I saw the post from thealias. I knew one thing—there was no way on earth that I was going to let an angry fairy kidnap me without a fight. I mean, I can’t just walk up to my friends and say “Hey guys, I got kidnapped and punished by a fairy,”—UNDIGNIFYED!

So I went to my closet and grabbed my Colombia saber knife and put it on belt. I hesitated for a moment but then went back to my closet to get another knife. I reached out to grab it when something hit my back that knocked every ounce of wind out of me. I turned to see what had hit me and saw that it was a bed. I had been hit by the bed but I’d fallen onto it and the mattress was really old and stiff, I sat up and just them I realized that it wasn’t my room at all. First, it was dark and there was an old chandelier on the ceiling, second; what light there was came from a full moon reflecting off of the snow outside the house, but as you all know there is barley any snow on the ground in Grand Haven today.

I got up and walked over and tried the door. It didn’t open. I was about to walk back and sit on the bed again when I heard a noise from the far corner of the room. I don’t know what was there, but what I did know, I didn’t want to find out. I ran to the door and twisted it furiously until something cracked on the inside and the door finally came open. I ran through it and shut it behind me. It hadn’t occurred to me that there might be something on this side of the door as well until I was already on the other side. My sighs of relief quickly turned to panicked breaths and my hands began to shake quite violently, for a moment, but then I thought. I had no proof that there was anything in here, why should my bones quake inside me?

And just as I began to relax I heard noises coming from the other end of the hall, which was full of doors, and in the very dim light that the hall offered from the two small windows at either end I saw a the figure of something unnatural that walked as if it’s legs were broke. My stomach began to lurch inside me again. I ran for the other end of the hall where I could see a banister. When I reached it, began to go down the stairs when I saw that whatever it was had gone. It probably went into one of the many rooms in the hall. I stood half on the stair case and half off looking down the hall as hard as I could, as soon as I would decided that it was safe to go back into the hall I would hear something from there, but I knew that I wasn’t going downstairs if I didn’t have to.

I don’t know how long it took me to notice but the landscape outside of the window I was next to was almost nothing like the one I’d seen from the bed room window, there I’d seen a yard with a forest of pine trees and all of it covered in snow; the one outside this window had no trees in any direction that I could see it was flat and open and snow covered. I decided that if there was a door, I could to that field and I would be able to see anything before it could get to me. So I went down stairs. I found a window that faced in the same direction but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked through it. There was a forest of oak trees I think. “Am I supposed to take this seriously?”  I muttered to myself. I had no more than finished when my text alarm went off. It was from thealias, and it read; “It doesn’t matter to us whether you believe us or not, it’s not our business.”

A few seconds later another text came, “Don’t look back.” At that time I’d turned with my back facing the window. My pulse rose. I didn’t know if there was something out there, but if there was I didn’t want to break the rules, not in there anyway. I walked into another room, and noticed that for a house of its size it was rather clean, but it was clear that no one lived there.  As I continued from room to room, I stepped on a floor board that squeaked quite loudly, I grimaced but kept going. I was no more than two paces from the spot when I heard it again, and my heart dropped. There was something behind me. But I kept walking. I went around a corner and through the corner of my eye I saw that whatever it was, was wearing a white lab coat, at least that’s my best guess. As I continued to walk the footsteps fell harder and harder behind me and whatever was following me began to wheeze audibly.

By the time I reached the kitchen I was at my wits end, trying everything not to look at it, but it would walk first to one side of me, then to the other. I almost wanted to blind myself, but not quite enough. I saw a pantry on one wall and I took a mad dash for it and shut myself in. facing the door I listened as that thing came closer, it’ wheezing growing louder and louder. It seemed like hours. It was walking so slowly and deliberately, my teeth started chattering. “Stop it!” I yelled at whatever it was. Who was I kidding? The footsteps stopped, but the wheezing turned into a hiss of maniacal laughter. I felt it grab the door knob and begin to turn it. My mind raced. My pulse beet like a hammer in my ears. My legs gave out. I couldn’t stand. I slumped forward onto the door.

When next I knew, someone was feeling my throat and my wrist. I would have said something, or moved, but I could not. I heard ambulance sirens and someone shouting “he’s in here!” but they never came. When I was able to move again, I rolled over and saw that I was in my bed room, on the floor, next to my bed. Evidently, I’d been missing for three days. My parents thought that I’d run off. When I fell through the door onto the ground I had been in Keon’s house. My parents thought I’d run off and broken in to Keon’s house. His parents didn’t press charges. But my parents are “very surprised at me” and I just don’t know what to do.

I have this feeling that Keon will want an explanation soon.

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN

And there you have it folks. Edward was kidnapped, and then brought back safely to his home.

I've been putting off visiting the woods for too long. I have to go soon, or not go at all. It's time to man up.

See you there...
Inspector Kornelson