Journal Entry #50 - Confrontation, Part 3

June 4th, 2013, Continued

We stared into each other's eyes. I broke the silence.

"Is he dead?"

Undiel shook his head. "No. But he is far from here. Gone. He won't be coming near anyone here. Ever."

"Ah... good to know." I cocked my head. "You're... thealias?"

"I am. But not this body. You recognize her, don't you?"

I hadn't taken the time to figure out who she was until that moment, and then it hit me like a truck. "That's Kat... Edward's sister."

He nodded. "I assume you now know more now of the two of us... I am, of course, referring to Niftalah and myself."

I nodded.  "Inter-dimensional beings?"

Undiel nodded back. "Our world consists of two creatures. His kind, the Shadowmen, and mine, the Gorge. We are both similar, but very different at the same time... an example being our modes of communication, and our telepathic powers. His kind and my kind are at war... in fact, we are the rulers of our people."

I was more than excited about learning this. Before I got very far with my thoughts though, he spoke again.

"Kornelson. We are not friends. We were simply allies for today only. Once the sun sets, I will have no reason not to slay you where you stand, should you happen to be in my way. You humans are nothing but bugs to us." He paused, looking away for a moment, crossing his arms. "Yet even bugs should be left in peace to build their empires, and settle disputes by themselves."

I wasn't really sure how to take what Undiel had just said, but I nodded. "Understood. Are the blue roses yours?"

Undiel turned to look at a few of the roses on the grounded. "Yes... it happens to give me away. When Niftalah and I became trapped in this dimension, I happened to grab onto a patch of roses in the struggle before ending up here. In the process, I guess the entity became infused with my being. Now then... I must go."

"Go?" I said, not wanting him to leave, question burning in my head.

"Inspector..." Undiel said firmly. "You must leave this alone. I will tend to the one you call Slenderman. Do not get involved." A gust of air blew, loud and quick, and Kat fell. I ran to her side, holding her head up.

"Kat? Are you okay?"

Kat's eyes fluttered. "Uhn... Mr. Kornelson?"

"Yes it's me."

"The... the gorge... it took control of me. I couldn't do anything... I- ow!" She winced, holding her head.

"Sh-sh-sshh... it's okay. You need to rest. Can you walk?"

Kat nodded, as I helped her to her feet. "Oh god, Kayle..." she limped her way to Kayle, who seemed to be just waking up.

Kayle opened her eyes, and for a brief moment, seemed to be calm. And then she screamed.

"Kayle!" Kat said, panicking. "It's okay, I got you... nothin is gonna hurt you!"

"NO!!!" Kayle screamed, kicking and flailing. "NO! The tall man! He wants to use me! Don't let him use me!!!" Her voice started dying off, till she was only muttering, and she fell unconscious again. Kat was crying, tear drops falling on Kayle's face. I placed a hand on Kat's shoulder.

"Kat, she's gonna be okay. We need to get you two home. The Slenderman... the Gorge... they won't bother you anymore."

Kat sat on her knees, still crying.

I tear up thinking about it now, as I write. I did get the two of them home, safe and sound. The looks on both Kat's and Kayle's folks were more than emotional.

The Slenderman, Niftalah, got away. The Gorge, Undiel, is now out there, and Edward is still missing. I was warned to stay away from the case... but as long as Edward is missing, I will not give up. I may be dropping the case, but I will be doing everything to find Edward.

Until then, no more journal entries. I simply can't anymore. It's traumatic enough to go through events once. But to then to relive them through words, accessible at anytime to relive? I can't do that anymore.

This is Inspector Gregory Kornelson, signing off.

Journal Entry #49 - Confontation, Part 2

June 4th, 2013, Continued

My eyes widened, seeing the blue rose on the ground. My eyes went back to the faceless creature... the Slenderman. It was at that moment that somehow, someway, my courage came back. Another voice... simply influenced ideas... was ringing in my head.

I said to the tall man,  "You don't win today." He dropped me, his back to me now. Somehow, I knew he was annoyed. All of a sudden, I was yanked backwards, thrown a few yards away. I landed on the ground, pain coursing through my body; Masky was walking towards me, anger in his soulless eyes.

"You're going to die today!" He yelled at me,  "Nothing is going to stop that!" He finished saying this, kicking me in the face. I grimaced, rolling back some. I quickly stood up, my right hand reaching for my gun... which happened to not be there.

"Looking for something, Inspector?" Masky said, dangling the gun in front of himself. He threw it to the side, charging for me. Grabbing me around my waist, I fell backwards, holding tightly onto his body.

What was I supposed to do? This was Kayle... I couldn't hurt her! And yet, I knew this was not Kayle committing these actions. The whole situation was insane. I stood back up, dodging a kick, grabbing his foot and flipping him around so he landed face down. In the blink of an eye, he was back up on his feet. Obviously, Masky was stronger, quicker, and probably smarter than your average human being.

Of course! The mask! If i could get it off, I'd have a chance of taking him- er, her, down. I dove, knocking him off balance and causing him to land on his rump. My left arm around his neck, I started choking him. Gasping, he clawed at my arm. I felt blood flow slowly down my arm. Ohhhh it hurt so bad, but I couldn't focus on that. my right hand reach for the bottom of the mask... only to find nothing to grab onto. The mask was infused with her body. I took a deep breath and pushed my fingers into his neck, and he screamed in pain. I pulled up quickly, and the mask flew into the air. We both watched as it soared, landing next to the tentacled freak.

But neither one of us moved. We were too focused on what we saw.

There, standing before Slenderman... was a young woman... possibly a teenager.

"Niftalah... you've done too much damage here. This is not your world to cause torment upon." She said.
 
 (Now, the conversation was somewhat one sided, however, I could hear the influenced ideas coming from the Slenderman. I'll do my best to convey those ideas...)

*He didn't care. He was here, wasn't he? And he didn't want to leave. His world was boring. Here... he could have so much more fun. Besides... he hungered for this. He hungered for the power he held on this world. The forced influence he had. Now why was Undiel taking over this girl's body? He couldn't just show himself?*

"No. It is not my time to show myself. That day is coming though. Especially if you do not stop this."

*He wouldn't stop. No way in Sheol. This world had too much to offer. The earth would worship him as a god... even if it took hundreds of years before that happened. Time was nothing to him.*

Undiel sighed. "Then I will not rest until you are dead."

*He was amused. Undiel could sure try.* Slender, in the blink of an eye, thrust his arm as he jumped forward, piercing... nothing but the air. The girl/Undiel was standing behind him now, a hand inside Slenderman's side. A moment passed, and then a high pitched squeal sounded, causing me to hold my head and drop to my knees. It lasted a solid ten seconds before coming to a fading stop. I opened my eyes and saw Kayle laying unconscious on the ground next to me. Looking in front of me, Undiel was turned towards me... and the Slenderman was nowhere to be seen.

Journal Entry #48 - Confrontation, Part 1

June 4th, 2013

So. I went to the woods this morning, backpack on, pistol at my side, 'you don wanna here that thing talk!'

...sorry.

Anywho. I went to the woods, locked, loaded, backpack full and ready to go.

Trudging through the woods for a time, I found the small lake again. Traveling along the bank, I continued to survey the surrounding the area. Eventually, I was on the other side of the lake. Sitting, I pulled a lunch out of my backpack; I had brought a simple PB&J. PB&Js never did me wrong. As I bit into it, I looked up, and spotted quite a bit aways, deeper into the woods... a house.

My thoughts immediately went to entry #25, when Edward had disappeared for the first time. He had ended up inside a house. Thealias contacted Edward there, and the Slenderman had stalked him. But I thought it was all some sort of... vision. Now I see that that was not the case.

I approached cautiously, staying aware of my surroundings. Slowly, I placed my left hand on the door knob. Opening the door, , my right hand placed over the gun on my hip. The living-room is the first room I enter, and I notice it has a very... well, I suppose 1800s feel to it. It looks old... yet looked as if the house had just been built. Compared to the old, rustic look from the outside... I couldn't make heads or tails of whatever situation I was in. I began to wonder if perhaps it was toying with my head. Closing the door behind me, I continued surveying. The kitchen was to my left, as well as the dining area, and looking to my right, a flight of stairs. I thought to myself I suppose I'll start there.

At the top, now on the second floor, I see a couple doors... and one at the end of the hall. For some odd reason, I'm drawn towards it, and all of a sudden, I'm standing in front of it, my hand on the knob, turning it. As it opened, I almost gasped.

The room was dark, but a faint light shown from a window. A long haired figure sat in the center of the room. He/she wore a white hoodie and jeans, as he/she had it's head drooped.

Use caution inspector, she is not herself. Some voice said this in my head... a girl's voice. I continued to stare at the figure in the room. She slowly stood, her head still looking down. I heard her whisper something, but it sounded so loud in my head.

"He's here Gregory. There's no stopping your death now. You've snooped for long enough."

I tried to study the face of the girl before me. I thought I recognized her. but I wasn't sure. "Who are you?" I asked.

She still doesn't look up, her hood covering her eyes. "I usually don a red cape, or a more... pale face. And a different voice... heh."

Of course.

Masky.

That was when I noticed a pale mask at her feet. Holes cut out for the eyes, it confused me.

Masky spoke up "Confused? That's the Proxy Mask. Whomever wears it, becomes his proxy. However, there is a catch. The wearer can't wear it forever. It's power is too much for humans. I can wear this mask for 48 hours... and that's pushing it. If I wear it any longer... I die, and the mask along with me." She paused for a moment. "Of course, it only works on children... anything older than 19, the mask rejects them, and nothing happens. Even then, teenagers can be... iffy. Results may vary."

"Enough." I said. "Who are you behind the mask?"

"...you haven't figured that out yet? Are you serious?" She looks up at me, and evil grin stretched across her face. "Recognize me yet?"

I  stared at her face... and it dawned on me. "K-Kayle??"

She bows to me. "The one and only. Mostly. I know I'm not really myself right now, but who gives a crap?" She sits back down. Taking the mask, she examines it. "One last time." She puts the mask on, and a whispered sigh echos from it. A different voice speaks now. "Ahhhh. That feels great." Masky stands up. "Now then... you should really be going. He's waiting for you."

I blink.

I'm outside.

I hear myself breathing. I couldn't see anyone... I was outside the house, with no one. No one I could tell, anyway.

He then stood before me.

I was eye level with his waist. I looked up to see his head staring down at me, faceless, and emotionless. His tentacles were flailing behind him, while his arms drooped at his side. His black business suit was flawlessly wrinkle free, no trace of any stains or marks. He leaned down, his head closer to mine now. It was then that I heard a reverbed, warbly sound, in my head. I think it was talking to me. Somehow, I understood what it was saying... though it wasn't really words, it was more like...influencing... placing ideas into my head.

He was... amused. I had been investigating for a while now, and nothing. Now that I've actually found something... it's too late. All my work for nothing. I was going to die... and for what? Kayle, who was under the influence of an inter-dimensional creature? Edward, who is nowhere to be seen, and was probably dead? My own agendas?

Snapping out of the train of thoughts, i realized I was gasping for air, as I was five feet above the ground, being held by one of Slendy's tentacles. The touch of his tentacles... it was like nothing I've ever felt. it felt different, as if the touch of it's black skin wasn't meant to exist... like my body was confused as to what was actually touching me... like it didn't belong on this earth.

I clawed at his tentacle arm around my neck, trying to breath. I kicked, but to no avail. I felt my face turn red, and my arms getting weaker. This was it. There was nothing I could do. I felt my back push slightly against something hard. It was a tree branch. I was barely struggling now, as i felt my body being pushed against the branch. To my left and right, hoping beyond hope that someone was there to help, or something iI could grab...

That's when I noticed, on my right, a few blue petals falling from the sky, and on the ground...

Lay a blue rose.

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 #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 #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 #43

May 28^th, 2013 - 9:12 Pm

Fred emailed me Saturday. He said that no more Mothman sightings have been confirmed as of late… all except for one. He told me that it was a strange sighting, because he was sighted just south of the New York border.

Going west young moth?

…

Sorry.

Besides that, nothing new has come around. I haven’t been able to track down anyone who might know more about Eaton’s death. I checked the coroners’ report, but of course, it wasn’t on record. It was most likely destroyed, of course.

The men in black. Every location I seem to go to, they’ve been there first. Loch Ness, New York City, Grandhaven… they’ve seemed to pop up in each place. There’s only one thing connecting them: an urban legend. Nessie, Mothman, Slenderman, all creatures of the unknown.

New objective: find out who the men in black are.

If I’ve only learned one thing, it’s that I should be asking the stupid questions, like what the men in black look like. I probably could’ve estimated their ages that way.

Now for a lead…

Inspector Kornelson

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