Journal Entry #42 - Loutit District Library

May 24^th, 2013 - 7:53 Pm

I’m very glad I decided to visit the library today. It turned out to be quite fruitful.

The Loutit District Library has been around for quite some time, and invites everyone to wants to sit back, relax, and have a good read.

I went to the front desk and asked if they had a microfiche.

“I’m sorry sir,” she told me, “the microfiche is unavailable to the public.”

I leaned closer to her. “And why is that?”

She bit her bottom lip and replied, “I actually don’t know sir. Manager’s orders.”

“Might I speak with the manager?”

She called him in, and out came the manager, Mr. Morder VanTepp.

“Hello,” he said, with a deep voice that surprised me at first. “How can I be of assistance?”

“Well, I was wondering about your microfiche. Is there a chance I could take a look at some old newspapers?”

Mr. VanTepp looked around, then said, “What dates would you be wanting to look at?”

“January 14^th, 1996.”

“Ah yes, the dates for Glenn Eaton’s death, and the disappearance of the west gate keys. I’m sorry; we don’t have a copy of the newspapers from those dates sir. We’re not sure where we could find them.”

I leaned in towards his ear. “Or perhaps maybe you just don’t want me to look at them? Hm? Could that be why you don’t have a copy?”

Mr. VanTepp straightened his back. “Absolutely absurd! What on earth makes you think we would hide those articles? It’s history!”

“Maybe because you’re scared someone will find out how the gatekeeper died?” I was totally poking into the darkness here, seeing if what I just said actually rung some truth to it.

Morder was frozen. He didn’t know what to say. “You are no ordinary civilian, are you?”

I looked at him straight in the eye. “I am not working for the government. I am not an inspector. I do not have a badge showing proof of who I am.” I revealed my badge to him, then once again whispered in his ear, “and I do not wish to see the requested newspapers from the dates previously discussed about.”

Morder nodded rapidly. “Of course sir, of course. Right this way…”

Yes ladies and gentlemen, there are times when I find myself in a completely absurd situation, and find myself cocking my head at previous events, and what I did to cause them. Trust me, though when I say this: the insanity often leads to the sane.

Within five minutes, I was sitting down, looking at old newspaper clips, and being offered sodas, snacks, and free books. All of which I declined. He eventually left me alone, and I continued to read the “missing copies”. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy the expressions made on Mr. VanTepp’s face as he flustered about.

January 9^th, 1996, Glenn Eaton missing.

I stopped at that one. I continued to read the article. It went:

On January ninth, the Duncan Woods’ gatekeeper, Glenn Eaton, disappeared. Officials were called by the city to investigate, and upon entering his home, found out quickly that Mr. Eaton was not there. Officials searched high and low for him, but found no trace whatsoever.

I continued on with the dates for a little longer, until I reached one that sparked my entrance.

January 14^th, 1996, Glenn Eaton found dead in Duncan Woods.

I didn’t move for a moment. The woods. Duncan Woods. A place almost everyone has been, including me and Edward. I read the article.

On January 14^th, Glenn Eaton, Duncan Woods’ gatekeeper, was found dead in the woods. Officials found him on the ground with multiple holes in his body. The County Sheriff had this to say: “After a complete examination of the body, we have concluded that Mr. Eaton was stabbed by a knife multiple times, each aimed for a specific organ in his body. Once stabbed, the organs were pulled out, put in plastic bags, and placed around his body. I have never seen such a gruesome murder in my entire life.” The Sheriff then proceeded to leave.

Officials made a wide search of Duncan Woods, but found no leads to Eaton’s killer. The case was dropped one week later.

How frightening.

I walked out of the room where Mr. VanTepp was waiting for me. “So,” I asked, “why the deception?”

He looked at the ground, then looked me in the eye with fear. “We were told… no, threatened, by two men dressed in black to never show those specific dates. They had also been going around town, covering up the strange things that happened to Mr. Eaton, or so I’m told.” He leaned closer. “Sir, as far as anyone knows, Mr. Eaton wasn’t murdered.”

I nodded. “Well, thank you for your cooperation.” I gave him my card. “Call me when things start getting weird, or if you see those men in black again. Kay?”

He nodded quickly. “Yes of course.”

I left the library feeling quite… dissatisfied. I needed more answers. Obviously, Glenn Eaton was murdered, and according to research, he died almost exactly the way the Slenderman would kill someone.

A shiver went down my spine as I walked through town. I need to find someone who knows more about what happened on that fateful day in Duncan Woods.

Off for more answers…

Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #41 - Masky

May 23^rd 2013 - 6:15 Pm

As I said before, I went to do some research. I found an interesting fact about the Slenderman. He has a Proxy. A “henchman” of sorts. Someone to warn others of their impending doom, or to do Slender’s dirty work. The latest proxy Slender has had, is a character called “Masky”, and usually is depicted with a white mask, and black eyes. Nothing about a red cloak, but not everyone knows everything. This much is clear: Slender has a Proxy. The other thing about Masky, is that he is completely human, or so my sources say. He might have gained “powers”, being Slender’s Proxy, but he is, in every sense, human. That means he could be an everyday pedestrian, someone I’ve met while I’ve been here even!

The next thing I researched was Duncan Woods’ history. I found exactly what I was searching for. The key to the gate, evidently, was lost when the gatekeeper died, so they had to close the gate. Now, you can get into the woods anywhere, but the gate was there for the official entrance.

Is there a connection between the key and Slender’s Proxy? Did I find something they didn’t want found? Why don’t they want me to find it? Why didn’t Masky stop me?

I continued to research. The gatekeeper’s name, I found, was Glenn Eaton. I’ll have to see if there’s anything else on him, but for now, that’s as far as I’ll be able to go.

I think I’ll go to the library. Maybe I can find something in some old newspapers, or perhaps someone there can lend me some more info.

Looks like I need to, “read up” on some things…

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