Journal Entry #46 - The Threat

June 3rd, 2013, 10:23 Am

{NOTE: The next five entries, including this one, will conclude my recorded journal, for a total of fifty journal entries. I finally decided to release them to the public, seeing as how a new case is unfolding involving my niece.}

I got a text last night. From thealias. Now, I wouldn't have been too shaken up from that, if what happened later last night hadn't happened.

So let's back up. I had just finished dinner in my hotel room when my phone buzzed. ID was unknown, but it was signed by thealias.

Hello Inspector. Having 
a nice day? I'm here to 
inform you that you've 
got your nose in where 
it doesn't need to be. 
So either butt out, or 
something bad is gonna 
happen. You may know
what you're dealing with
with, but you have no
idea what POWER you're
up against. So sit back
and let me do what I do.
~thealias~

At the time, I didn't care for this threat at all. So I texted back.

Hello thealias. If you
had the balls, you'd
tell me this all in 
person. I won't leave
this alone.
~Kornelson~

I didn't get a response, which is just fine with me. I soon went to bed, but not even five minutes passed before I heard a sound at my window. Getting up, I opened the blinds to find absolutely nothing. "Really..." I said. I turned back to go to bed... and froze.

There was figure sitting on my bed.

Masky.

He had a pale white face, accompanied by hollow eyes filled with darkness. He simply sat, his hands folded in his lap. He wore ragged jeans and a plain black tee. He spoke to me, but not verbally. "Gregory... you're going to die if you keep this up." He stood up and took a step forward, now only six feet away from me. "We're busy right now, and he really doesn't need you interfering."

I simply smirked, hiding that I was actually kinda freaked out. "You think threats are gonna stop me?"

No expression could be seen on Masky. I don't think he even could make expressions...but if he could, he'd be smirking right back at me. "Oh Inspector. Not at all. I can't stop you from doing anything. I could kill you, but I'm not permitted to. He's being gracious. He's giving you a chance. I'm hoping common sense will stop you." All of a sudden, he was standing right in front of me, his face in mine. He seemed to be trying to sense what I was feeling. "You fear on the inside. You know this is an unnatural being to you. You don't know his capabilities... funny thing is, I don't even know what all he can do. But that's okay, I serve him without question." He backed his face away, standing in place. "Though it won't matter. Someone will be taking my place soon, and you'll find me hanging on a tree, drained of blood, and my organs on the forest floor." 

I blinked.

He was gone.

BZZT! My phone buzzed. Opening it, I read a new text message:

I told you... sigh. Stop
while you still can.
~thealias~

I laid in bed, shaking ever so slightly. Masky had been in my room, came and went... in the literal blink of an eye. I shook my head, snapping out of my slight panic. I was resolute. This was not going to stop me. Edward was missing, Kayle was missing, and Fear Dubh was still out there... the slenderman... haunting Duncan Woods. And for whatever reason, he wasn't leaving. Perhaps he was waiting for me  to leave...

Well. He was going to be very much disappointed. I wasn't going anywhere.

I'll be seeing you soon, Slendy...
Inspector Kornelson

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 #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

Journal Entry #31 - Cold Case

May 8th, 2013 - 6:48 Am

Well, I have some okay news, and some bad news. I'll get the bad news done and over with.

Edward Strausen's case has gone cold. I've hit a dead end. I have no choice but to postpone it. Not end it, just end it until I get a lead of some sort.

The okay news is that I've been asked to start a different case by someone in a different area of the agency. Here's the letter I received via email last night:

Dear Inspector Kornelson, there has been some strange happenings here in New York, including a few, “Accidents”. There have been sightings of a large, furry, flying creature, and I’m hunting it down. I have come no closer to finding it, after weeks of tracking it. The people who claim to see it are getting strange phone calls, and many of them are ending up in the hospital. I have personally interviewed one person. He said he saw the creature fly above his house, and the next day he got three phone calls. From what I have gathered, these calls are whispers of nonsense. Then, the man ended up in the hospital, but from something normal, something that couldn't really be planned out. A car crash. I personally,have never encountered the creature, but I have heard a monstrous screech at times.

The reason I let you know this is because I feel that there is more to this than meets the eye. Something more sinister. I believe this is your area of expertise, Gregory, so I wanted to let you know. Would you be willing to take this case and help out a friend in need?

Sincerely,

Fredrik Daniels, Official Government Exterminator

 

Wow. when I read this I was quite interested indeed. I immediately started packing up to get goin'. In fact, I'll be heading to the airport in about twenty minutes or so.

 

I'm disappointed and somewhat heart broken. Kayle and Edward have disappeared, and I believe they're still alive. May God watch over them, and let us trust the He has a plan in mind.  I'm pretty sure He knows what He's doing.

 

In God we trust...

Inspector Kornelson