Journal Entry #38 - The Encounter

May 18th, 2013 - 1:39 Pm

So, I'm sure your wondering what happened yesterday, and if I saw the Mothman or not. To answer your question simply, yes. I did. But I'll start from the beginning.

I walked out of Fred's hotel room a bit nervous, but very excited as well! This was it, I was going to see who or what was behind the phone calls. Though everyone says it's the Mothman, you can't ever be sure that that's who's calling.

The address the mystery man gave me was about fifteen minutes driving distance. When I pulled up, I saw a neat, homely little house. I knocked on the door to see if anyone lived here. Surprisingly, there was.

The door opened and revealed a woman. She was short, with blonde hair that went almost all the way down to her hips. From what I gathered, she looked about 40ish. She smiled at me as she said, "Well hello! Come on in Gregory!"

Cocking my head, I complied. As I walked in, I asked "How do you know my name miss?"

She turned her head over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen. "My son told me! He said you and him were going to meet out in the barn. He lives out there you know."

"No, I don't."

"Well now you do!" She placed two hot plates of chicken onto the table. "Hungry?"

I was. "Why thank you." I sat, and cautiously sniffed my food. For some reason, I decided to trust her.

For a bit, we ate in silence, but then she piped up again. "So you're an Inspector eh? We need a good one these days. World's full of rotten creatures you know."

"Actually, I do." I said, nodding.

She nodded back, knowingly. "M-m-m. I do love chicken." She finished and took care of our plates. "He's out in the barn, like I said. I'm sure you'll want to go see him now."

I thanked her and started to head out. Then I slapped my forehead. "Um, miss, what's your name?"

She smiled that warm smile yet again. "Name's Juliet."

I tipped my hat and walked outside.

The sun was just starting to set... right behind the barn. I headed that direction.

I stopped in front of the barn doors. I had no idea what to expect, but that's always the thrilling part for me. You never know what's behind closed doors.

I pushed the door open and walked in slowly. I darted my eyes left and right, up and down. "Hello?" I called, but no answer.

I walked to the ladder leading to the loft. Dare I climb it? Heck yah!

I climbed it quickly, and looked around. Absolutely nothing. "Hey," I called, "you want me or not? Who are you, the Mothman? If you don't mind, I'd like to see your face!"

I was rewarded with a growl that sounded like it came from Hell. I was so startled I fell backwards. I started scurrying back, but stopped when I noticed I was at the opposite edge of the loft. I quickly stood back up and ran back over. "Okay, I think we're getting somewhere."

All of a sudden, a giant, furry blur zoomed upwards right in front of me. This time I stood my ground. I kept my eyes on the giant creature, as it slowed to a stop in the air, and dropped violently behind me. I whipped myself around and stared into the eyes of it.

I was now face to face with the Mothman.

It had hideous red eyes, and yet they looked like they were filled with some kind of peace. It's wings were massive, about an eighteen feet span. It's body was muscular, not big, but not skinny either. And it's face... it was incredible. It was a mix between a furry moth's head, and a man. Just human enough to call man, and just bug like enough to call moth.

I breathed slowly, as I watched it's eyes look me over. The eyes stopped at my hip.

My gun. Whoops.

I slowly reached over for it. As my hand clasped the gun, the Mothman sat. I pulled my gun out and threw it in front of it. This was when I saw his huge arms. They were tree trunks! If he grabbed me, I was done.

He picked up the gun, and then slowly reached it over to me. I nervously took it back, and placed it into it's holster.

I had gained it's trust.

I decide to be bold. "What is your name?"

It didn't speak, but I heard the same voice I heard over the phone in my head, like a whisper almost. "Prometheus".

I was about to say something else, but he continued to speak in my head. "I am the warner. I am not the executioner. I am your conscious, not your demon. I am the Mothman. You and I are allies."

I nodded, understanding what he said. "Why did you want me."

His arm reached bind a haybale. He retrieved three pictures. "Kornelson... you must finish what you started." He handed the items to me.

Without even looking, I knew what these items would do for me. "Thank you."

Prometheus stood quickly. "There is a war. There is an enemy. We must be freed." He rose his wings, lifted his head, and gave a mighty shriek. He bolted from the loft, and flew out the barn window. And just like that, he was gone.

I sat down and looked over what he gave me. I won't talk about one of them, but I will show you the other two...

 

 

There he was, the Slenderman. Almost in clear sight too! He looks just like I saw him in my pocket mirror. Tentacles and all. Now, the picture above doesn't show it, but there was a date on the bottom right corner of the picture: 5-16-13. Only the day before. This meant the Slenderman was still in the woods. What's really strange, is that I know that exact spot. It's just past the lake in Duncan Woods.

 

The next picture was what made my heart stop...

 

KAYLE! There she was... with really short hair. But that's besides the point. The fact is, she's ALIVE.

 

You know what this means? The case is on. Goodbye New York, hello Michigan.

 

HERE WE GO!!!

Inspector Kornelson

 

Journal Entry #28 - The Vision

April 12th, 2013 - 5:47 Pm

Here's today's corresponding post form Something Sinister:

I am TIRED! All week he has been just standing out there. Standing. Standing. Standing. Never an inch closer, never an inch farther, and all the time he whispers.

Yesterday after whispering profusely, he came very close to my window. Whatever this is, doesn’t speak out loud. It’s like you feel what he’s saying… no it’s like he makes you feel what he’s saying. He came close and though I couldn’t make out most of what he was saying, I caught the word “Kayle” several times.

In the stead of his usual 20 feet of “personal” space, he gave me about three from my window. I stood up to go and close my curtains and his tentacles kept moving around in the most unignorable way ever and to my horror I found that I could no longer move.

I couldn’t move but there were no more whispers, only his voice. I can’t describe it, it wasn’t a voice that one heard, but one that was felt; and it felt dark and sinister. He told me to look around.  He and I were standing in the middle of the woods. There was a little cottage and between us and it there was a small lake. I glanced toward him but he was gone. I took a second glance around.

The house and lake were both of them in a clearing. From what I could tell, the place hadn’t been touched in a long time. A path wound from where I was standing, around the lake and to the house. I felt uneasy. I heard a noise and looked around again. I turned back to the path and saw her. She was wearing an off white dress, her pink socks and black church shoes.

For the life of me, I couldn’t decide whether to be scared or ecstatic. “Kayle?” I called to her. She looked up at me.

“Edward,” she said, “Come here, there’s something I need to tell you.” She then turned and started skipping down the path. She sounded so eerily cheery, but I began. I hadn’t even made my third foot fall when my phone buzzed. I stopped and looked at it. No number and it read:

“What are you doing Edward Straussen?”

“Are you coming?” Kayle had stopped and was looking back for me. I was confused but continued to follow Kayle, my phone in one hand. Something was off here, I couldn’t say what but I Knew that something wasn’t right. I followed her until she stopped again. “Do you know who lives here Edward?” Kayle said looking up at me.

I glanced around. I said, “I’m not sure if any one lives here.” Kayle turned and looked into the trees and I was about to look into the trees also when out of the corner of my eyes I saw something moving in the window of the cottage. I looked more closely and saw a shoulder and arm. The hand was gloved and in it was a mobile phone. The hand was still for a moment and then very slowly the hand’s thumb pressed a button and at the same time my phone buzzed.

“You see, but do not observe.” Upon reading this, Kayle spun around and marched toward me in a very threatening way. I looked at her face. Her eyes were blue, and there were black circles around her eyes. I looked at the trees. Their leaves were black instead of green. I backed up until I was on the very edge of the path and almost in the lake. I looked up again and immediately wished I hadn’t. He was standing behind her, his hands on Kayle’s shoulders and on her face a look of extreme terror. “Edward, help me.” was the last thing that she said.

With those words, she vanished. I all ready knew how this would end. I fell to my knees all the same, as everything faded into darkness. I looked up and saw my windows, my hands clasping the drapes still ready to pull them shut. Looking out of my window, I couldn’t see him and I haven’t seen him since.  After I finally drew the curtains, I found a message on my phone. Guess who.

“Why so stubborn Edward? This is the culmination of what you have toiled to avoid. Are you happy with what you have accomplished? We don’t think you are.” If there was anything that could have been done, I don’t know what it was, but it sure seems like Mr. Pseudonym did! Why didn’t he come out and show his back bone? I am tired of all of this, I'm starting to wonder if Fear Dubh is ever going finished at this sick game of his.

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN

Kayle... she's alive. And she's in danger.

The poor girl's mind seems to be trapped by the Slenderman. It's pure evil I say.

Edward said the cabin was near a lake... could it possibly be the same one I came across? I didn't see a cabin, but... who knows? Maybe it was somehow hidden...

You know, it's kinda funny, (No, I take that back, FREAKY is the word I'm looking for.) I've been watching the Strausen house. Especially the back yard where Edwards' window is. I didn't see the Slenderman one time. This possibly proves the theory that he is seen only if he wants to be seen.

Thealias is quite annoying, and I agree with Edward, why won't he show his cowardly face!? But again, is Thealias the Slenderman? In that case, he has shown his face... er... not his face exactly, but... whatever.

But there's one fact that I think blows that theory down: The hidden figure in the cabin. Whoever it was texted Edward to warn him. It must be Thealias. And judging by the reaction Kayle gave, Thealias wasn't supposed to be there. It could very well be that Thealias is trying to help Edward, all the while being in danger himself.

If only I could contact this mysterious man...

Until next time...
Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #14 - The funeral

February 13th, 2013 - 9:45 Pm

Here's today's corresponding post from Something Sinister:

I didn’t want to go to the funeral, but I did. I didn’t want to talk to the people that would be there, but I did. And I don’t want to write the things which I am about to, but for some reason I feel compelled to out of incredulity and alarm.

This morning I got up feeling as depressed as one can without losing the ability to feel hunger. I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and proceeded to enter the dining room. I did so and nearly dropped my bowl in surprise; my parents were still sitting there eating their own breakfast. I glanced at the clock. It was 7:10. I always sleep late, usually stayed in bed until at least 8:00.

I sat down and ate as quietly as I could, my dad across the table was scowling at the table, or was it his bowl; I couldn’t tell. So suddenly that it gave me whiplash, he looked up at me and asked, “So, are you as unready for this as I am?”

“I'm not ready at all.” I just hate myself for not writing sooner. Why didn’t I? It wasn’t like I had a great deal to do, honestly, I just didn’t do it. I wouldn’t take the time to write to my little cousin until she was about to be kidnapped? How am I supposed to feel?  I didn’t say this, but I wanted to.

I finished eating and put my dishes to be washed. I went over to my chair and stared out the window. I really wasn’t looking at anything, just thinking about what I might do at a funeral. In truth, I had never been to a funeral. I wasn’t sure how to act or if there was some protocol other than wearing black or what.

The clock chimed 9:00; this would be my only chance to try to talk my way out of going. However, my efforts were fruitless. “Your aunt has been hit hard by this, she needs to know that we care enough to come.” Was my dad’s reply. Sometimes I hate having a conscious to make me feel guilty.

I dressed up into my black and red suit and by the time I was done with that, it was time to go. The ride there was boring and uneventful so I’ll spare you that part of the day. The Church service started with a bang. And by bang, I mean Johan Sebastian Bach’s fantasia and fugue in g minor. It was great, and spidery, and rich for a bit. Then it toned down into a sweet, melancholy fugue. (Sorry music geek.)

The service was shorter than I expected it to be, but the sermon was surprisingly more hopeful than the prelude. The last hymn was “Abide with me,” and during it I caught a glimpse of my aunt. Not that I have ever seen her really sad before but, it looked to me like she was less sad than angry.

As the postlude played the whole congregation made its way into the fellow ship hall, which at this point was to act as potluck buffet sort of place. It was, in my opinion, a bit too large for my extended family, as it’s pretty small (my family; not the room).

We all sat down to eat after the pastor said a brief prayer, and my cousin Mathis sat down next to me. Mathis is, or was, Kayle’s older brother. He was really… er… not himself. He looked like either he’d been crying a great deal, or not sleeping well or both.  For the sake of trying not to put any problems into his mind, I asked him what happened before she disappeared. As he began to answer I felt guilty for asking. This is what he said.

[Mathis]: “for a while, she hadn’t been sleeping well, she said that was having bad dreams. My parents kept telling her that they were just dreams and they subsided after a while. *sigh* but at the end of January, she started complaining that someone was outside her *chuckle* window. My dad started sitting with her until she fell asleep at nights, and until she did she would keep pointing and complaining about a man outside. None of us ever saw anything out there. And then one morning, she wasn’t there.”

[Me]: “So, what did the police find?”

[Mathis]: “nothing that they thought they would find, from the forensics, they claim that she opened her window, removed the screen, closed the window from the outside, and reinserted the screen. After which she played on the swing set in the back yard, and then; not even their dogs could find a trail. *sniffle*

After that he started crying. I felt kind of disturbed and I wondered if perhaps there was more to the story, but I didn’t ask. After lunch was finished, we (my nuclear family) took our dishes and went out to the car, and we would have left then if mom hadn’t accidentally forgotten her purse in our pew. I went back into the church and grabbed it. On the way back out I saw in the organ loft, an extremely tall man. I wondered who it was because Mr. Snoew usually plays for everything. I didn’t see who it was as his back was turned to me, and my parents were in a hurry and so I didn’t go check.

The whole rest of the day has been pretty quiet. But I wonder if, and if there is than what, the rest of the story is. 

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN 

I was there at the funeral. It was sad really. Such a young age for a girl to die at. She sounded like such a sweet heart.

I almost cried actually. If it were my little girl... well, I'd like to not think about that.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking, concerning the man in the loft? Yup. First suspect. Of course, I didn't see anyone there. Yes, I was sitting in the very back of the church when Edward walked in to grab his mother's purse. I watched as he stared at the organ loft, an extremely confused look on his face. Then he walked off.

I'm going to be doing a bit of research.

Until then...

Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #13 - Ransacked!

February 5th, 2013 - 8:13 Am

Here's today's corresponding post from Something Sinister:

Today I went to the library and read. I found a fantasy book the name of which I cannot recall. It was one of those novels that is so tension packed that you couldn’t tear your eyes of the page for anything. Every page I read got better and better. And then the hero did the stupidest thing ever. He actually let the villain get away on purpose, claiming that “it would have been too boring to kill him,” I couldn’t believe that the author- a brilliant suspense writer- could do such a thing.

Feeling disgusted with the ending, I put the book on one of those “to be reshelved” carts. I turned to leave the library and wondered if that book was like one of those movies that I heard public high school students talk about the endings of which, “… made them angry!”-

As I thought about this I tripped over something just outside the libraries doors. I went to stand up and looked for what I had tripped over… Tabi? I didn’t know whether to be glad that I would have some company walking home; or to be upset that he had actually found a way to escape and had followed me all the way there.  I can only say this: in that moment I felt an abnormally strong ambivalence toward that cat.

When I arrived at home I perceived that my sister was bellowing for me. Very simply I answered her back, whilst I walked into the living room; but she wasn’t there. “Where are you?” I called. She answered me by tromping down the stairs.

“If mom sees your room like that, she is going to kill you.” she said, gliding over to the couch with her book. I hurried up stairs to see what in the world she was talking about.

As near as I can figure, my room was ransacked. Everything was out of place including my bed the mattresses of which were somehow in my closet. The only thing that hadn’t been touched was my desk and on it was a note that, in very poor handwriting said:

“Stay out of it!”

I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. For the next hour and forty five minutes, I worked furiously to put my room back together. I asked Cat if she knew where the note came from, but she just shook her head. 

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN 

I'll tell you right now, it wasn't me! But I will say this:

I'm going to Ottawa County. Things are getting a bit violent if you ask me. Plus, dots are connecting.

The ransacking, the missing dog, Kayle's disappearance, the woods... it's all connected somehow. I'm not sure how exactly, but I know that it's not all just mere coincidence.

Evidently, Cat, Edward's sister, is absolutely clueless. Almost stupidly clueless. If she knew her brother well, she would know that Edward never makes messes like that in his room, and neither do most civilized people.

On another note, the cat has returned. Whoever or whatever took the dog obviously is not a cat person.

Hey, that means Edward's sister isn't in any danger. She'd probably sock the kidnapper to the floor anyhow.

 

See you in Michigan...

Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #12 - Edwards Resolve

February 4th, 2013 - 4:20 Pm

Here's today's corresponding post from Something Sinister:

Over the last few days, I have done scarcely anything other than that which was absolutely necessary. But today, it occurred to me that my worries, and every second that I sit in my chair- breath baited- will not do anything more than if I had been playing games, reading books, visiting friends, and the like. The best thing that I can do is pray and then put these thoughts as far from my mind as possible.

One consolation is that Kayle has not been found dead, therefore she must be alive. I will continue to bear this in mind until she is proven to be otherwise.

If you are found Kayle, I want you to know that I am sorry for only starting to write to you when I did as opposed to when I promised to. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN

 

I must commend Edward on his resolve. But, unfortunately, he has a flaw in his logic.

 He seems to think that because nobody has found Kayle dead, that she must be alive. In actuality, the worst case scenarios are of those whose body's have not been found. At least, not right away.

 There's mystery just around the bend...

Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #11 - Missing Cousin

February 1st, 2013 - 8:45 Pm

Here's today's corresponding post from Something Sinister:

I’m not going to go all out trying to make this one a story. Kayle has been kidnapped, or so it appears. I’m not sure what to make of this… I just need a few days

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN

This is most unfortunate. Kayle, the little 7-year-old girl that Edward has been writing to this whole time, is missing. Gone without a trace and no details. If this keeps up, I think I'll be going to Ottawa County.

Today's post is small. And so shall mine be as well.

I am sad for Edward...
Inspector Kornelson