Journal Entry #37 - The Phone Call

May 17th, 2013 - 10:32

Something happened yesterday. Someone called me.

Or perhaps, something.

I had gone over to Fred's hotel room to talk a little more about the case. I told him what I found in the park, and my conversation with little Ken. He filled me in as well. Apparently there was another sighting Wednesday. Someone saw it fly from the park tree I examined (how creepy, I was in that tree only hours before this event took place) to a building a quarter mile away.

A scientist who had been walking around at the time saw the Mothman. When he got back to his lab, he messed around with some mixtures he had been working on. While that was going on, a fire started, got to the chemicals, and an explosion occurred. He was brought to the hospital and put on life-support. I got the news last night that he's doing much better, but that he'll need to stay in the hospital for quite some time to recuperate.

After a while, Fred noticed the time and offered to buy us lunch. I told him I needed to do a couple things on my laptop (I had brought it with me), so he decided he'd go get us some lunch. Before he left, he looked me in the eye and told me, "whatever you do, don't answer the phone. If they want us that badly, they can leave a message."

I nodded.

I turned on my laptop, got my browser going, and started working. You want to guess what happened next?

The phone rang.

I ignored it, but then it rang again. And again. And Again.

After the fifth call, it finally stopped. I waited to see if whoever it was would leave a message. That's when the phone rang again. Except something was different about the ring this time. It sounded... off. The ring didn't sound right. And it didn't stop ringing. I listened more closely and realized something.

The phone was ringing Morse Code.

My eyes widened, and I ran over to the phone and listen to what it was saying.

Dash-dot-dash. Dash-dash-dash. Dot-dash-dot. Dash-dot. Dot. Dot-dash-dot-dot. Dot-dot-dot. Dash-dash-dash. Dash-dot.

KORNELSON

My heart stopped. But the ringing didn't. Over and over it rang KORNELSON, KORNELSON. I decided to do what I think anyone would do.

I grabbed that phone like a mad man, and almost yelled "Hello!?"

Silence. Then a deep, raspy voice. It was just like Vladimir described it. "8945 Deli Dr. At the barn. ALONE," it said.

I didn't say anything for a moment, then I built up the courage to speak. "Who- who is this?"

"8945 Deli Dr. At the barn. ALONE."

Now I was back to my old self. "What's at Deli Drive? Who is this!?"

Click.

I slowly put the phone back. Just at that moment, Fred walked back in. As soon as he saw me next to the phone, he almost dropped the food. "You didn't..."

I nodded slowly. "He- it, wants me to go to a barn or something. Alone."

Fred shook his head. "Okay. I'll get the traps ready." He started to walk to his room, but I grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

"No."

He looked at me like I was the Mothman itself. "What!?"

"I'm going alone." And it was as simple as that. I'm going there today all by myself. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little worried, but this is the kind of stuff I'm supposed to do.

I told Fred that if I wasn't at his hotel room by 7:30 Pm then he should call the agency. Specifically Jason Farlin. He's part of the agency as well. He's basically the guy who we call when we need the man power, mostly when we have the case just about wrapped up.

I don't know what I'll find at the barn... perhaps the Mothman itself. But whatever happens, I know it's in God's hands.

The Lord is my Shepherd, and he watches over me...
Inspector Kornelson