Journal Entry #45 - The Church

June 1st, 2013,  3:40 Pm

Today, as I had planned, I visited the church. St. John's Lutheran Church.

It was quite a beautiful church, a wonderful choir loft, magnificent organ... oh, speaking of the organ...

Yeah, found something etched into the organ's music stand. it said 21:1:9

Day, month, year? Days, hours, minutes?

I sat there for a moment, trying to think of all the possibilities. Then I realized something super obvious: I'm in a church.

I ran down the stairs, into one of the pews, and grabbed a bible. I flipped to the 21st book, chapter 1, verse 9. It was Ecclesiastes.

"What has been, that will be; what has been done, that will be done. Nothing is new under the sun!"

Oh my lands, when I read that... it terrified me. If this had anything to do with Slenderman...

I think... and I hate saying this... I want to go back to the woods.


I guess we'll see what happens...

Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #44 - The Rose

May 31^st, 2013, 7:23 Pm

No activity still. Walking around town Wednesday, I felt like I had come upon another dead end.

That is, until I noticed something quite peculiar.

A rose.

But it was no ordinary rose. It’s color wasn’t red, or white, or even pink. It was blue. As blue as the sky. I found this quite peculiar, seeing as how I’m pretty sure roses weren’t supposed to be blue. I immediately bagged it up, and sent it in for analysis to a classified lab. I got the reports via email this morning, stating that the rose had not been tampered with. I had made a rare discovery.

Unbeknownst to the doctors though, I believe the blue rose has a part to play in the strange goings-ons here in Grandhaven. Why would I say that? It’s simple. I found the rose right in front of Edwards church. So? What does that have anything to do with this? Well, I just happened to find another blue rose. This time, in Edward’s front yard. Upon even more searching around, I found yet another blue rose near one of the entrances to DuncanWoods. This is NOT coincidence! Obviously, these places are all linked somehow. What I have yet to figure out is what part in this the church plays.

I will be visiting the church tomorrow.

Until then…

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 #40 - The OTHER man in the woods

May 22^nd, 2013 - 7:24 Pm

I went to the woods yesterday. What started as a search for the Slenderman ended up turning into something completely different.

I went back to the lake I found. Looking in my mirror, I did not see Slender. I decided to sit a bit and take in a little bit of nature. It was amazing how scary a beautiful place like this could become, all because of one man. One man can make such a difference it seems.

I took my shoes and socks off and dipped my toes into the lake. Upon touching the water’s surface, I reeled my legs back. The water was warm! It felt amazing! I slowly put my hand in and let the warm water soak my palm. That’s when I noticed something shine at the bottom of the lake. Interestingly enough, the lake was extremely clear, and I was able to see most of the plants and such at the bottom, as well as a metallic rod shaped object. So I did what most sensible people would do.

I stripped my shirt off and dove in.

My, the water felt wonderful. I wanted to stay here forever. But I swam to the bottom and grabbed the object. Once on shore, I examined it. It was a key. A big fat, bronze key.

I looked up. I wish I hadn’t. There, from the other side of the lake, a man was staring right at me. It wasn’t Slender. It was… something else. A man in a mask. I whipped out my cell-phone and snapped a picture, but he disappeared. Somehow, I managed to catch him in the picture as he ran away, but I missed the face.

 The biggest thing I noticed was his white face, and black eyes. Something told me I’d be seeing him more often.

I left the woods in no hurry. I wasn’t very disturbed by what I had seen. Just curious, and more annoyed with even more questions that needed to be answered.

I’ll be doing some more research tomorrow, and will update asap.

Until then…

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

Journal Entry #30 - Dead End

April 30th, 2013 - 7:23 Pm

For the past week I've been trying to find the whereabouts of Edward Strausen, but I just can't seem to figure this out. It's like all of a sudden everything's back to normal, save for Edward's disappearance. The police have given up, the family's have put it behind them, and a funeral is being scheduled for next week.

What can I possibly do except wander around the woods again? It got me nowhere last time, and besides that incident I have no leads of the slightest manner. It's quite frustrating.

I don't know how much longer I can stay, having stated the above. Unless I get some good leads, I'll have to leave the case alone. At least for now.

Until next time...
Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #29 - Kidnapped!

April, 22nd, 2013 - 5:15 Pm

Edward has been kidnapped! A friend of his, Keon, posted a Missing Person report on Edward's blog (I guess he hacked  into Something Sinister). Here it is...

MISSING PERSON.

Hi, this is Keon. Yesterday, Edward said he needed us to come to Duncan Woods; I guess he had something to tell us, but he never showed up to tell us what was going on. Today I went to his house, but Edward wasn't there.

The name of the missing person is Edward Straussen.
He's 5 foot 11, has short brown hair, brown eyes and a scar on the underside of his left arm. He would appear to be in his late teens/early twenties and is usually clean shaven. He usually wore a brown jacket and an English cabby driver's cap (grey). Is of a rather burly build, and was last seen at around 3:45ish.

His address is **** ******** street, Grand Haven, Ottawa County, Mi.
If you happen to see a person matching this description, please call: ********** for his home or ********** for me.

[Picture redacted]

 

POSTED BY KEON ORUSAN

To tell you the truth, I'm a bit depressed. I should've been watching him more closely. I feel like it's my fault, even though I know it's not.

I have nothing more to say...
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 #27 - My Journey Into the Woods

April 8th, 2013 - 8:17 Pm

Saturday was, to say the least, interesting.

My search for the mansion described in Edward's post began in the woods directly behind his house. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit scared.

But hey, when it's time to man up, it's time to man up.

I walked straight from Edward's house, into the woods, for about ten minutes. I couldn't find anything, but I felt the most queer feeling. As if someone was watching me, and I didn't mind.

At all.

I forced myself to fear. I didn't want to be comfortable with the possible kidnapper watching me. I just couldn't. I had to strive to stay focused.

Fear is not of the Lord, but in this case, this kind of fear I believe was okay. It kept me away from danger. It was a holy fear I suppose.

I didn't dare look behind me, for I did not want to face the possible presence of the kidnapper. I didn't know if he was there or not, and yet I did. It's unexplainable, but you have to bear with me.

What the crazy thing is about all this, is that I don't want to look the kidnapper in the face! There I was, searching for the mansion, and then possibly him, and when I feel his presence, I can't force myself to turn and look at him!

As crazy as it sounds, I believe it was the right, and safe, thing to do. I would find all other possible information.

I continued walking. I eventually came to a nice small lake. It was quite beautiful, especially the way the sun was reflecting off of it.

Reflection.

I whipped out my custom pocket survival kit. Opening it, I found what I needed - a small mirror.

I took a deep breath, and slowly positioned the mirror in front of me to see who might be behind me.

My breath stopped. There, not twenty yards behind me (as far as I can guess) was the man I was after.

The Slenderman.

He was indeed tall, about eight feet in height. His legs and tall, thin body was what made up most of that height. He had no face, and yet he did. There were no eyes, there was no mouth, there were no ears or nose or hair.

And yet he seemed to have it all. It's as if all of the human senses was wrapped into one, and then thrown into his body.

Like all the descriptions I've heard, he wore a black, rather handsome, suit. The red tie made him complete.

I almost panicked. But then I remembered: he's been following me the whole time. Why attack me now? Perhaps he doesn't even know who I am, or that I'm investigating this whole situation. I decided that this was the case, and then decided that I was going home. Right now. But there was a problem with that. How could I turn around and go home if he was directly behind me? Who knows what would happen if he stared into me?

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to whirl around and face him.

He was gone.

It took every ounce of strength to keep my cool and not run back home like a little scardey-cat. I knew he was still watching me. This was his territory. He's just making sure of it by scaring the crap out of me.

It worked.

I found myself back in my hotel room fifteen minutes later, sweating uncontrollably. I had fear, but it wasn't bad. It was a healthy fear. It gave me a new respect for the enemy.

I will find his weakness and save Kayle and Edward from this monster, even if it kills me.

And he might just do that.

Pray for me brothers and sisters...
Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #26 - Edward's Decision

April 2nd, 2013 - 7:27 Pm

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

I just woke up from the worst dream of my life. The things—I didn’t understand most of what I saw, but it terrified me. To be perfectly honest, now that I'm awake, I don’t feel any better.  I am going to tell someone—I don’t care what they said, I have to tell someone. I am going to go crazy if I don’t. but, then again, who would believe this? My sister certainly didn’t. I don’t know…

POSTED BY EDWARD STARUSEN

Which is what I don't get. Obviously, something weird is going on, Edward being in his friend's closet for who-knows-how-long and all. And Cat just doesn't seemed phased at all by it, nor does she seem to care for her brother's fears.

I worry about Edward. The dreams, the man outside his window, the crazy instant traveling... it's going to end up being really bad.

Now of course, the instant traveling could all be in his head. After all, they did find him waking up in a closet. He could have been in some form of a coma or something.

Okay. It's time to find some answers. I'm going to the woods Saturday, and I'll update you the following Monday.

Pray for me guys...
Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #25 - Where's Edward!?

March 30th, 2013 - 8:52 Pm

Um... WOW.

I left you hanging in the last post there... probably freaking out and all. Well, your questions will be answered.

I left right away to Edward's house. After his parents answered the door, I showed them my badge and asked them where Edward was.

"He's upstairs on his computer I believe..." Mr. Strausen said.

I ran.

Busting open the door, I soon discovered that Edward was gone.

I rushed back downstairs. "Your son is gone Sir. I have reason to believe that he's been kidnapped."

Mrs. Strausen gasped, and then sat down quickly in a nearby chair, placing her hands on her mouth.

I ran to the door. Throwing them my card, I said, "I'm going to search for him. If you find out any information, call me." I closed the door behind me, but then remembered something. I quickly opened the door and said very sternly, "And whatever you do, don't go into the woods." And then I left.

For the next two days, I searched everywhere possible. The church, Leroy and Bard's place, the park, and other places. All except for the woods. I feared that that's where Edward was.

I searched everywhere again today, but ended up where I started. Absolutely nothing. Until, that is, I got a call this afternoon from the Strausens.

I'll let Edward explain to you his side of the story, which he wrote in a blog post on Something Sinister:

I have been officially grounded. I don’t know when or if my parents will ever ungrounded me. And honestly I’m kinda glad that they have, this way if He tries to take me again, someone will know. On Wednesday day I got on my blog to try to put something up that now seems more like a waste of time, when I saw the post from thealias. I knew one thing—there was no way on earth that I was going to let an angry fairy kidnap me without a fight. I mean, I can’t just walk up to my friends and say “Hey guys, I got kidnapped and punished by a fairy,”—UNDIGNIFYED!

So I went to my closet and grabbed my Colombia saber knife and put it on belt. I hesitated for a moment but then went back to my closet to get another knife. I reached out to grab it when something hit my back that knocked every ounce of wind out of me. I turned to see what had hit me and saw that it was a bed. I had been hit by the bed but I’d fallen onto it and the mattress was really old and stiff, I sat up and just them I realized that it wasn’t my room at all. First, it was dark and there was an old chandelier on the ceiling, second; what light there was came from a full moon reflecting off of the snow outside the house, but as you all know there is barley any snow on the ground in Grand Haven today.

I got up and walked over and tried the door. It didn’t open. I was about to walk back and sit on the bed again when I heard a noise from the far corner of the room. I don’t know what was there, but what I did know, I didn’t want to find out. I ran to the door and twisted it furiously until something cracked on the inside and the door finally came open. I ran through it and shut it behind me. It hadn’t occurred to me that there might be something on this side of the door as well until I was already on the other side. My sighs of relief quickly turned to panicked breaths and my hands began to shake quite violently, for a moment, but then I thought. I had no proof that there was anything in here, why should my bones quake inside me?

And just as I began to relax I heard noises coming from the other end of the hall, which was full of doors, and in the very dim light that the hall offered from the two small windows at either end I saw a the figure of something unnatural that walked as if it’s legs were broke. My stomach began to lurch inside me again. I ran for the other end of the hall where I could see a banister. When I reached it, began to go down the stairs when I saw that whatever it was had gone. It probably went into one of the many rooms in the hall. I stood half on the stair case and half off looking down the hall as hard as I could, as soon as I would decided that it was safe to go back into the hall I would hear something from there, but I knew that I wasn’t going downstairs if I didn’t have to.

I don’t know how long it took me to notice but the landscape outside of the window I was next to was almost nothing like the one I’d seen from the bed room window, there I’d seen a yard with a forest of pine trees and all of it covered in snow; the one outside this window had no trees in any direction that I could see it was flat and open and snow covered. I decided that if there was a door, I could to that field and I would be able to see anything before it could get to me. So I went down stairs. I found a window that faced in the same direction but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked through it. There was a forest of oak trees I think. “Am I supposed to take this seriously?”  I muttered to myself. I had no more than finished when my text alarm went off. It was from thealias, and it read; “It doesn’t matter to us whether you believe us or not, it’s not our business.”

A few seconds later another text came, “Don’t look back.” At that time I’d turned with my back facing the window. My pulse rose. I didn’t know if there was something out there, but if there was I didn’t want to break the rules, not in there anyway. I walked into another room, and noticed that for a house of its size it was rather clean, but it was clear that no one lived there.  As I continued from room to room, I stepped on a floor board that squeaked quite loudly, I grimaced but kept going. I was no more than two paces from the spot when I heard it again, and my heart dropped. There was something behind me. But I kept walking. I went around a corner and through the corner of my eye I saw that whatever it was, was wearing a white lab coat, at least that’s my best guess. As I continued to walk the footsteps fell harder and harder behind me and whatever was following me began to wheeze audibly.

By the time I reached the kitchen I was at my wits end, trying everything not to look at it, but it would walk first to one side of me, then to the other. I almost wanted to blind myself, but not quite enough. I saw a pantry on one wall and I took a mad dash for it and shut myself in. facing the door I listened as that thing came closer, it’ wheezing growing louder and louder. It seemed like hours. It was walking so slowly and deliberately, my teeth started chattering. “Stop it!” I yelled at whatever it was. Who was I kidding? The footsteps stopped, but the wheezing turned into a hiss of maniacal laughter. I felt it grab the door knob and begin to turn it. My mind raced. My pulse beet like a hammer in my ears. My legs gave out. I couldn’t stand. I slumped forward onto the door.

When next I knew, someone was feeling my throat and my wrist. I would have said something, or moved, but I could not. I heard ambulance sirens and someone shouting “he’s in here!” but they never came. When I was able to move again, I rolled over and saw that I was in my bed room, on the floor, next to my bed. Evidently, I’d been missing for three days. My parents thought that I’d run off. When I fell through the door onto the ground I had been in Keon’s house. My parents thought I’d run off and broken in to Keon’s house. His parents didn’t press charges. But my parents are “very surprised at me” and I just don’t know what to do.

I have this feeling that Keon will want an explanation soon.

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN

And there you have it folks. Edward was kidnapped, and then brought back safely to his home.

I've been putting off visiting the woods for too long. I have to go soon, or not go at all. It's time to man up.

See you there...
Inspector Kornelson