Journal Entry #47 - Seeing the Straussens

June 3rd, 2013, 9:39 Pm

I woke up this morning, ready to take on the day. Carpe Diem, seize the day!

I decided that today, I would go chat with Edward's parents again. it's been 42 days since his disappearance, just over a month, and I figured I should touch base with them. I arrived at their house, to find a black car parked in front of their house. The windows were tinted, and there were two men in black standing at the front door. They had just approached the door when I arrived. Upon stepping out of my car, the two men turned towards me and stared at me. I couldn't make out their faces, and their eyes were covered by black sunglasses.

Idiots, it was a cloudy day, ya morons. You look ridiculous.

After staring at eachother for a solid few seconds, the men walked back to their car, driving away. I assumed these were the men in black, being dressed in...black and all... kinda obvious...

I was soon sitting in the Straussen's livingroom. Edward's sister, Cat, poured me tea, and disappeared with a book. The Mr. and Mrs. (Catrina and Alonzo) sat across from me on the couch.

"The police have nothing. No leads, no bodies, no witnesses... there's nothing.." Alonzo fretted.

Tears rolled down Catrina's cheek. "We're just at a complete loss, and have almost given up all hope that he's even alive... what with what happened with Kayle and all..."

I simply nodded. "Did Edward ever mention anything strange?"

Catrina shook her head slowly. "He kept to himself, more so the last few months he was with us. We're worried he knew the kidnapper, and was threatened not to say anything."

I nodded again. "I'm doing all i can to find out exactly what happened."

Cat came back in with more tea, filling my now empty glass. I made eye contact with her, and she did the same with me. "You wouldn't know anything that could help with the investigation, would you?" I asked her.

She continued to stare at me, expressionless...  yet it almost seemed like she was ever so slightly...

Amused.

Shaking her head, she turned away, once again buried in her book.

I soon afterwards returned to my room, thinking over the case for the millionth time.

And in case you're wondering, no, I don't think it's a good idea to tell them that a creepy tall man was haunting the woods and kidnapping children. They wouldn't believe me, and they'd think I was crazy.

On another note, Cat gives me the creeps... and I wonder if there's a reason for that. I suppose we'll see.

I'm getting closer to the end of this investigation... I know it...

It won't be much longer...
Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #8 - Getting Closer

January 29th, 2013 - 12:15 Pm

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

I finished my school work early today and decided to take the opportunity to take a stroll through the woods behind our house. This is one of my more… periodic chores. Whenever the wood pile gets down to 1/3 of its regular size, I have to go and see if I can find another tree to cut down. I walked a little farther than I meant to, but I only realized this after I began to get turned around.

I studied my foot prints in the snow, trying to figure out which pare were the original pair.  As I continued to scrutinize the tracks I found another pair of prints. They were… cat prints? “Oh no,” I thought, “I must have accidently let Tabi out.” I looked around and sure enough; he was sitting against the base of a tree, lapping at his fur.

Of all the cats in the world I got the only one who didn’t know how to be a cat. When he first arrived at home we realized that he was a little younger than he should have been. The dog found this to be funny and went about schooling Tabi in the ways of stupidness. To this day I still slap my forehead at ridicules antics; although, looking on the bright side, Tabi may be the only cat on earth who will go on walks and play fetch.

I continued trying to find the path that led back home; however my attention was averted when Tabi gave an unearthly shriek and darted off. I’m not sure why but I ran after him. We ran for maybe… 3.5 minutes before I saw the clearing that was in our back yard. I decided that I didn’t really need to get more wood. The pile was fuller than I thought.

I grabbed Tabi and put him inside, and then went to collect the eggs. I’m sorry if this doesn’t seem interesting Kayle, I’m sure some thing will come up soon.

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSSEN

Today's post was most interesting in the slightest manner.

Cats.

Cats aren't scared of everything. Usually only what merits fear, such as dogs. Dogs are a threat to cats, so cats run. Look at the below quote from Something Sinister.

'“Oh no,” I thought, “I must have accidentally let Tabi out.” I looked around and sure enough; he was sitting against the base of a tree, lapping at his fur." "...my attention was averted when Tabi gave an unearthly shriek and darted off."'

Cats have reasons for giving a shriek and darting off like that. It's not normal.

And that's what I deal with. The un-normal.

'I’m sorry if this doesn’t seem interesting Kayle, I’m sure some thing will come up soon.'

Oh, but it interests me. Very much so.

The plot thickens...
Inspector Kornelson

Journal Entry #6 - We're running... and not getting anywhere.

January 25th, 2013 - 9:27Am

Today's Something Sinister post was informational, but nothing leading to a mystery.

As you know, Kayle; I am home schooled. On any given (school)day, I wake up have breakfast and as usual my mom and dad will have to work a couple hours ago. From there I would go and find my assignment book and look over what the day holds for my school.

More often than not, there really isn’t much to do; just a few pages of Psychology, and history, a little bit of biology; and some kind of math. It doesn’t seem to matter to dad what kind of math, just something to keep my mind working. Sometimes it’s simple addition and division, and sometimes it’s complexed algebra.  At the end of my assignment list is usually a brain teaser, or mental puzzle. I cannot tell why this is, I always for get to ask dad, and mom doesn’t know. Whatever purpose it serves, most of them are pretty fun.

I usually finish school at 11:00-11:30 and then it’s time for chores. Chores for me mean that I have to go and feed the dog and the chickens; and then making sure that all of the eggs are collected. From there I would (in the winter anyway) check to make sure we have enough fire wood. In reality I probably only needed to do this every three or four days, but I do it every day just to be safe. Then I finish up by doing any laundry that needed doing.

After chores are done it’s usually 11:45ish, and I settle down on the couch and read a book. This is really just to pass the time, but on those rare occasions that I manage to find a book that is written in just such a way that try as I might; I could not possibly put it down. One such book is titled “a murder for her majesty” it is a mystery about the daughter of an English knight who has to find a certain Lady Jenny who will help her. I cannot think of any other books at the moment, but there are quite a few that I enjoy.

At some point whilst I'm reading, either when a paragraph unusually dull, or when the tension becomes so thick that I can hardly read fast enough; I will glance up at the clock and it will invariably be time for me to prepare lunch. Lunch is usually rice or noodles with some sort of broth, or lentils with a bit of diced chicken tossed in. I would have to say; it is not always like this sometimes I’ll cook something a little more complexed like Irish stew, but not usually. But today, as it happens to be particularly cold, I had decided to make soup.

Chicken-noodle soup is perhaps the best dish on earth to drive the cold from ones bones. This time I planned to do something a little different with it. I decided to make it in the Vietnamese fashion. Most of the differences weren’t so much in the preparation as they were in the spices. There was a great deal more black pepper and cayenne pepper than is in what you might eat out a can.

It took a while longer to cook that I would have thought and Cat was not very happy with that. But when it was finished; we sat down each ate a bowl and though it was good, we saved most of it and it- warmed- would function as dinner as well.

While my sister cleaned up from lunch, I went to practice the piano for a while. And after that I went up to my room to see if there was any way at all that I could save my story from the evil claws of rationalization, but alas; the odds were too great- or were they? Was I perhaps not taking some detail into consideration? I walked through it in my mind, there were ways in which the tide in the war could be turned, but I didn’t want it to seem like “Star Wars” where two space stations get blown up and the bad guys are just gone… I would just need to think about it for a while.

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN

I will say though, today's post does give me a better understanding of who he is. Such as being a homeschooler (big fan of that), everyday chores, the books he reads, his demeanor towards everything, that he's a piano player (also a big fan of) and (something I just realized) the fact that his sister is not a cat, but that his sister's name is Cat.

Huh. I feel really stupid.

I'll come right out and tell you this; I have no idea why I'm following these posts, but I know that I need to. For now, I'll call it the prompting of the Holy Spirit.

The spirit always leads,
Inspector Kornelson