Cliff

In the late 70’s Cliff Sledge was a suspected Klan member. Burning crosses in his back yard. He had a scruffy beard and a lumberjack shirt with the sleeves rolled. He was on the road a lot, rumour was that he occupied jobs as a taxi driver & truck driver. He was never approachable, his neighbours would constantly complain to the authorities about “loud noises” at 2:00 AM in the morning. The years rolled by and Cliff got married and had kids…surprisingly. The crosses were burnt no more and all was peaceful.
Obviously Cliff had a dark secret. At the start of the 80’s Cliff returned home after a long drive north. His family were butchered and laid to rest with the other bodies in the back yard. A burning cross lit. The police arrested Cliff and he was sentenced to death. He pleaded innocence. For Cliff had a twin, Marvin. Marvin was a deranged psychotic. After Cliffs death, Marvin disappeared…maybe on a long truck drive?

Health Assessment Report

Name: ******* *******
Age: **
D.O.B: **/**/****
Physical Condition: Normal
Mental Condition: Bipolar disorder, Paranoia, Neurosis, Mania, Manic-depression

Monitors report: 6th June 1991
Patient shows flashes of extreme anger. Patient refuses medication. Patient refused analysis. Patient attacked 2 staff nurses & room-mate. Patient attempted escape several times. Patient attempted suicide on three occasions. Patient attempted murder on 1 occasion.
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Update:17th November 1992
Patient has shown much improvement in the last few months. Slight paranoia still exists although most likely due to patient using cannabis.
Will recommend to the board for release.
Signed: Dr. Joe Liston

In a room - Day 6

Didn’t sleep much. Didn’t expect to. He could just break this door down and get me if he wanted. Instead, every now and then I hear a scratching noise at my door. The wallpaper in this room is a murky brown colour with a cross hatched pattern. The more I gaze at it, the more I realises the breakdown in mentality of whoever decorated. It’s pitch black outside on the corridors, I had a look through the keyhole. I wouldn’t know where to go if I made a break for it.
I heard two distinct screams last night. Is someone else trapped? Are they receiving the fate I would if I were to leave this room? I keep reliving those last few scenes outside this room. Him chasing me up the stairs, my desperate search for safety, the realisation of my predicament & then ultimately finding this room. I would scream out myself but I don’t really want him in here.
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On further inspection it would seem the door is cast iron. I bet he’s tried to get in here. Although wouldn’t he have a key?
Food is running very low, I have enough for a short period if time but after that…I’m not sure.

Conversation

“Try bashing the door down”
“I’ve tried but there’s just no give!”
“What are we gonna do?!”
“Jesus I have no idea, what is he doing!?”
“We’re stuck! We’ve been in this room for hours!”
“This is it ya know”
“Uh!”
“If we don’t find a way out, that’s it”
“Oh God I don’t wanna die…I don’t wanna die!”
“I have an idea”
“What!?”
“There’s a small hole in the corner of the room…see it?”
“Oh yea!”
“I’m gonna try chippin away at it”
“Ok!”

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“Steve???”

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“Steve!?!?!?!??!?!?!?”

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“STEVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Local Newspaper Article

There goes the neighbourhood

Police are investigating another disappearance in the neighbourhood last night after it was reported Max Tomlinson had been missing for 4 days. Police were called to the Tomlinson residency after his girlfriend alerted the police that Mr. Tomlinson had not been seen for 4 days. Claire Sutton became suspicious after “5-7 hours”. Miss Sutton said recent events in the neighbourhood led her to believe he was missing immediately. “He said he had to take care of a matter and that he would be back after half an hour…I just can’t believe it”. Miss Sutton told police that her boyfriend was a happy and optimistic person without any dark history. “The fact is, Max is as clean as a whistle. He can wake up on a morning and just gaze through the window for hours”. Police were reluctant to link the case to the other disappearances in the neighbourhood and Detective Sanders stated in a press conference “We have numerous leads we are investigating at the moment. We would appreciate full co-operation from members of the public and would like people not to forget that we have not found any evidence of kidnapping, murder or other suspect actions” Detective Sanders has been criticised heavily by the public after failing to uncover any clues as to the whereabouts of the missing individuals. The neighbourhood is understandably panicked and has gained national coverage after the latest disappearance. Bob Noth, a local council member, said last night that he “can understand the interest that has been caused”. Mr Noth has been on the council for 20 years and is a highly respected figure in the community. “I speak for everyone when I say that we are devastated by what has occurred lately, the fact that it has gone on for so long and we still aren’t any closer to resolving the situation is an utter disgrace. The medias sick fascination with hyping serial killers does no-one any credit. We still hold out belief that these people will come home safely, but this neighbourhood is under serious threat. That is now eleven disappearances in 8 weeks”
Many residents of the area have contemplated leaving the neighbourhood, while others have been trying to aide the police in their search. One thing is for sure, the neighbourhood will take a long time to recover.

Jack Myers

Men have visited his house over the last few weeks. I’m always watching him. When I visit, I know what is going on. He knows I know, and accepts it. But these other men?!? Who are they????
He can’t have anyone else in his life, not him. Why does he need more than me? He’s so successful and lives in a fantasy. I’m Jack Myers and I barely have enough money to cloth my back. I hated this place before he came here. I know what people think of me, they see my appearance and consider me an outsider immediately. My way in is through his magnificence. If I can find a way there permanently, I will be peaceful and the old demons will be laid to rest. Him and his lover….Jack Myers. I’ll have to go something about those bodies though…

Günter Ross

That son of a bitch! Does he really believe he’s going to buy me out!? Not a million years. I’ve had it with him. Tomorrow morning I’m going to pay a visit to this worm.
My success was not made by giving people freebies & for the price he offered me I’d have to be insane to accept….insane or desperate. I’ve seen his place, he’s doing quite well for himself. He fits right into the modern pathos of ‘buying out’. What does he hope to have? Complete control over everybody?
Maybe I’m overreacting. No, I’ve never been that insulted in my life! Forget waiting until tomorrow. I’m going round right now!

Detective Rick Sanders

I went to his house again. There is something bubbling under the surface here that I can’t quite put my finger on. All those disappearances that occurred. Are they here?
He’s an intense guy, he stares at you when you’re talking. The house is big and open. The garden runs for miles. He must get lonely living here.
I knew he’s in a position of authority. I could get stricken off at any minute. I left after 15 minutes due to the unbearable tension. Everything looks pretty clean but my gut instinct tells me something else is going on here.
It reminds me of the Remming case a few years back. A maniac on the loose from a mental institute kills 5 people, but when you talked to the guy it was impossible to get anything from him. He could walk down the street and no-one would even look at him. I can see it happening again. What am I going to do?
I swear if I don’t get this one, I’ll quit.

In a room

Day 5

I have been trapped in the same room for hours. Every now and then I hear a scratching at my door. Is he just outside? The reading material inside my room passes the time. There is a little black and white TV that made a loud hissing noise. I’m starving now. I’ve been in this room for 5 days, all I have had to eat is a few packets of crisps. My skin is looking terrible from all the salt. Luckily there is a sink in my room so I can get a fresh drink of water.
I have been debating with myself about the possibility of leaving the room. I don’t think I can go though. The coast isn’t clear yet. How long can I wait? It’s getting dark now, I’ll write more in the morning…