Iīm Jason, iīm in Alex house, we identified him as the owner of
the recorder found in Saint Timīs Park, wich contains the strange
record of the supposed killer.
Iīm with Stella, his mother, to make her some questions.
J: Good morning Ms. iīm the detective Jason Stevens from the
department 7 of the county Park...
S: Good morning detective.
J: *Throat clearing* Iīm here to make you some questions about
your son, Alex. I hope you cooperate.
S: Make your questions detective, all what you want.
J: I remember you that this conversation itīs being recorded.
Alright, let start: Your son could have a reason to escape?
S: No, i donīt think. His father and I gave he all that he wants,
we put the necessary limits.
But he respect them
He was a good boy, he donīt escape, he was murdered and you must
stop that son of a bitch!
J: Ms. please, keep cal...
S: YOU DONīT KNOW WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH!! YOU DONīT KNOW WHAT MY
HUSBAND AND I SUFFERED!! UNABLE TO SLEEP WITH WORRY, WAS THE WORST.
- Itīs this thing on?
- No..., listen. We must stop the murderer, we must stop
- But, there isnīt bodies.
- Exactly, we mustnīt let the public know that we deal
with someone more intelligent. That would a disaster.
- So... what are we gonna do?
- *Sigh* I donīt know. I suppose that we must be careful.
We take care of our own ass, and the others, well, they can
take the risks that they want.
- Yeah. I think they can take care of themselves and take
the responsability for their acts. Youīre right.
- Now, mmm, let me see, weīre gonna turn on this thing and
talk like nothing of this was happen, alright?
- We shall talk about the murders, and how to resolve them.
- Ok, just let me... done!
- So this crimes are so special, donīt you think?
- Yes, peculiar method for kill or just, dissapear people,
Does that people means something for the, letīs call he,
- Yeah, i think heīs... do you hear that?
- That!, donīt you h
*Conversation between a detective
and a forensics where Ray disappeared*
D: Itīs really strange, thereīs any kind of evidence,
thereīs only the recorder with that weird tape, but it
F: That mysterious tape. Itīs terrifying, we must
understand whose talking, itīs the killer...
could he be using some device to alter his voice?
D: I thought that, but, he speaks of himself like
if was strange that he was doing something as common
F: By more careful he was, every criminal discuss errors.
Itīs just a matter of examining carefully. We'll get him.
D: He could have had more victims besides Ray and the
unidentified subjet who owned the recorder?
F: If there were, weīll find out. We always do.
D: Bob, i really sorry about Ray, i know you two...
F: Itīs ok, this is not necessary, thanks.
END OF THE TRANSSMISION 4
*A lot of static*
... *Steps* ... *Awful and guttural voice* ...
So do you really thought, even for a few seconds, that that insignificant man, was going to stop me?
Do you had the stupid hope that he would do something against my?. Really?. Youīre pathetic...
Put this in your mind: YOU CANīT WITH ME.
You just canīt
You or another person. ANYONE.
Donīt even try...
One more thing: if you are wondering how i can record this, iīll tell you:
i take the tape recorder for the dead hands of the guy who wants to stop me.
How can i talk?
I just can.
*A lot of static*
END OF THE TRANSSMISION 3
Iīm in the place where Ray dissapear.
Itīs saturday in the morning, itīs a really nice place, trees, fresh air and a lot of grass.
What kind of thing could make scream to Ray of that way?.
That screams of pain and despair, iīd never hear he make that noises, and i know him since he was a baby.
I canīt understand.
My best friend... is... dead.
In his deathbed he says a name. Slenderman. The name of whose beast killed him.
I wondering if he was sober. Maybe, all this itīs a misunderstanding.
Maybe i canīt accept the fact that my best friend is dead, no i really canīt...
I need to know how look this creature. How it is. Where it came from.
I can die, but, i need to know.
That thing, Slenderman, appears in all the whole world.
Supposedly, itīs a myth, a horror story.
But, that damn thing, KILL MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND.
Now, i know everything about Slenderman.
I know how it looks, i know where it comes from.
I even know the innecesary and minimal things.
I canīt talk, he is right behind me.
Oh my... itīs looking at me, even when it's no have eyes.
Iīm so scared, i canīt breath, the fear donīt let me.
Iīm running into a forest, i hope it canīt find me, please God, donīt let it catch me, please, iīm praying you.
Well, itīs been a few minutes, and canīt see it, i only can hear my terrified breath, and the wind, shaking the trees.
I donīt know how much time iīll keep hidden here.
I think iīll... WHAT WAS THAT?!, Holy shi... ITīS THERE!, ITīS RIGHT THERE!!, WHAT IīM GONNA DO?!,
*crying*. MOTHER OF GOD, WHY THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME??!!.
NNOOO, LET ME, PLEASE!, NOOO, I CANīT BREA... DONīT..., DOES IT HAVE TENTACLES?!, BUT, ITīS HOLDING AND SQUEEZING MY BODY!!.
THIS PAIN!, NOOO, I CANīT SET ME FREE.
THATīS MY BLOOD?!. I feel the warm kiss of the death.
I feel a lot of blood going down of all my back and head, iīm dying now...
Wait... that thing itīs talking to me... it says it name, Slender... Slenderman?...
*broken bones sound*
END OF THE TRA