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 #36 - Fred

May 15th, 2013 - 7:12 Pm

It has occurred to me that I have not given you a proper introduction to my friend Fred, so this post will just be about him.

Fredrik Daniels works for the same organization. He's a couple years older than me, but he's half a foot shorter than me. We've been friends since we went to college together. We graduated, and went immediately to training for the agency we work for today.

Fred isn't the detective type though. He's the official exterminator. When we end up finding a creature we just can't contain, we call Fred. Lately, he's only been catching oversized grizzlies, giant rats, (these have gotten up to four feet in length, crazy right?) and the like.

Daniels was called to New York to track down the mysterious flying creature. It's been around long enough that the agency knows it's not going anywhere. Fred came to catch it, or, as a last resort, kill it. The creature had caused too much trouble (but really though, he's simply linked to the trouble) that the agency saw it as a threat.

Now, like you've read, I thought Fred called me in, via email. But, that quickly became apparent that that was not the case here. The craziest part of that, is the fact that I just came to New York, and found Fred, and the exact room he was staying in.

Anyway, that's Fred! One of my best friends too.

Feeling blessed...
Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #35 - The Scene of the Sightings

May 13th, 2013 - 6:23 Pm

I went to the scene of the sightings today. Actually, a couple of them.

I drove into New York Park to visit the north end where there had been six recorded sightings. I made it to my destination on foot, and began to examine the area.

This is often the boring part. When you search around for evidence, you usually don't find much. It gets quite tiresome, but I force myself to continue to keep this habit.

Nothing really seemed out of place. I did note however that there was only one tree in this particular area. I decided to do something really out of place.

I climbed the tree.

I was half way up when I started getting some attention.

"Whacha doin?" A small boy asked.

As I grunted and panted up the tree, I answered, "Looking for a moth." I grabbed a branch, but it snapped. I barely caught my balance. I hugged that tree for dear life until I was sure I could continue.

"You almost fell mister."

I rolled my eyes. "YUP. Sure did." I continued to clamber. I was almost to the top.

"What does the moth look like mister?"

I smiled. "It's big, massive, hairy, and it'll gobble you up if you don't go away."

There was silence from below. I listened for a moment. Then I heard the boy again.

"Oh. That moth. He's the one that made Mommy fall on her back."

I froze. What? "Stay right there kid, I'll be right down." I finally got the top and looked around the tree. I saw exactly what I wanted to see. Broken branches. Big ones too.

I shimmied back down the tree and faced the boy. "What's you name?"

"Ken."

I lowered myself to one knee so I could come down to his level. "What happened to your mother?"

He kicked his foot in the grass nervously. "Well, Momma kept getting these phone calls. He kept saying something bad would happen to Momma. He called everyday for a week at 2:00. A couple days later, Momma saw this big thing flying right across here." he swooped his hand in front of himself, pointing all around me. "Then, yesterday, Momma fell on her back. She was on a ladder when the step fell off. She broke her back." Tears started falling down his cheek. "But it's not the big moth's fault. I just know it. I think he was just warning her."

I placed my hand in his shoulder. "Thank you Ken. Don't you worry. I'm going to find the big moth and get things straightened out." I turned to leave, but Ken tugged on my shirt. I turned back to him.

"If you find him, are you gonna hurt him?"

I smiled. "Only if he doesn't hurt me."

I got back to my hotel room in a deep sense of... I'm not sure what. I can't explain this feeling. There's a kid who's mom's in the hospital and he's not mad, there's a guy in the hospital who's scared for his life... the same story, with different responses. Why? Is there a reason, or is it simply the person?

Goodnight all...
Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #32 - Arrival in New York

May 10th, 2013 - 5:32 Pm

Here I am... New York!

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New York is BUSY. REALLY BUSY. I can't believe I managed to get out of it and into some soothing nature. People forget that New York actually has nature! Forests of all things! I took a nice walk in the woods to freshen up a bit. I think it helped a lot.

Tomorrow I'll be heading over to Fred's hotel. We'll see how things end up!

See you tomorrow...
Inspector Kornelson