Do You See
A recovered blog entry found on a now deleted post site: 04-16-2011
Hello everyone. Once more you're here with Alice White, A.K.A., NewsAce, for another look into my awesome life. Now, if you recall form last week's entry, I scored that investigative reporter job for the Georgia Times. :)
Well, to make a big impression, I've been digging into some of the weird shit that the paper is sent. In the hopes of finding some gold amongst the garbage. A lot of it is crap. You know, like 'An alien abducted me' and 'I think I have superpowers', really awful junk. Makes me wonder just how stupid people really are.
But I did find something of interest. Something that had it all. Eyewitnesses, a police report, a detailed account, and a creepy background.
About a week ago, four teens were coming home from a late night party in the next town over in Albany. It was a little after midnight, when Alex, Jill, Luke, and Deanne were walking home. Slightly tipsy, so they didn't drive, they made their way joking and having a good time. Looking to cut down on their walking time, they decided to skip through a local park. About halfway in, they found the playground and thought they'd continue their fun and relive their childhood. Things were fine til Jill found someone on the swings, not moving, but just sitting there.
They claimed it was a woman at first glance. They couldn't see her face because of the black hooded jacket, but it was clearly a woman. They tried to talk to her, to see if she was alright, but the woman didn't respond. After a moment or two, Luke bravely approached the woman. He tapped her shoulder and she still didn't move. Alex, getting annoyed, pulled back her hood and they were met with a horrible sight.
The woman had pale grey skin and her veins could easily be seen. Deanne, who was training to be a nurse, checked for a pulse. There was none. And the body was cold. This woman was dead. In a panic, they called police. This definitely wasn't how they expected the night would end for them. That's when the scary unbelievable thing happened.
The woman they believed to be dead, moved. She looked right at them, her eyes as dead as she looked. The teens didn't move, they were far too freaked out. But the woman just stood up, put her hood back on, and simply walked away without saying a word. By the time police arrived, the woman was long gone and all that was left as proof were a set of footprints leading away as the teens said.
Nothing further was done on this case. The cops figured the footprints were made sometime earlier and that the teens were merely seeing things in their buzz. But such detail...It just had to have been true. To at least some percent. So I began digging. And low and behold, I hit the scoop of a lifetime.
Turns out this isn't the first recorded sighting of the so-called 'corpse woman'. This dead girl has done a lot of traveling. There's been just about ten random sightings over the last two months. Starting in Vero Beach Florida and wandering up to Albany Georgia where the teens spotted her.
Another interesting twist is, one I'm sure to secure my carrier with, the murders that seem to follow her. Gruesome killings coincide with each sighting. The eyewitness usually being the one who ends up dead. Some of the bodies have words craved onto their foreheads, others don't. But all of them have had the same message written in blood on their wall. 'CAN YOU SEE ME NOW'
That is just creepy. :(
The reason I'm telling you all this is because, ever since I started researching this story last week, I've been super paranoid. When I leave the house, I feel like I'm being watched. When I'm home alone, I feel an unwelcome presence. It's like I'm never alone. It's getting to me. Sleeping is nearly impossible. Every shadow I see freaks me out. It's getting to the point that I'm unsure of what I...
[WARNING : SYSTEM ERROR]
[POTENTIAL THREAT DETECTED]
[VIEW DETAILS? YES/NO]
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{Hello Alice. I see you've been a very busy girl.}
Who...Who are you?
{A dumb question. Especially when you're just blabbing away about me in this little blog of yours.}
What do you want?
{Another dumb question. You're a reporter right? Isn't this a reporter's wet dream? To have the source of their story chatting with them. This is what you want. Right Alice?}
Sure. I do have questions for you.
{That's good. I've got time to kill.}
Uh...First off. What is your name?
{Call me whatever you wish. Corpse Woman. Zombie Girl. Dead Chick. Ghost Bitch. I've heard them all and then some. It doesn't really matter. But if you wish. I suppose you can call me InvisiLynn.}
Lynn? Nice name.
{Flattery won't earn you anything here.}
What is your goal?
{Goal? I have no goal. Why does everyone think you need a reason to do anything? I do what I do because I can. No real reason.}
But you kill people?
{What's your point?}
Why do you do that? You have to have a reason to do that.
{I kill for no reason, other than I can. Sure. Some people I pick out because they've done something to piss me off. Other times I do it just for giggles. It all depends on my mood at the time.}
Giggles? You get off on it?
{No! I'm a psychopath. Not a freak. That's just sick.}
This coming from a killer.
{Fuck off bitch. And get your dirty mind out of the gutter.}
Harsh!
{Ask me if I give a shit. Either way, I meant giggles as in giggles. I laugh. I find amusement in death. I see it almost like poetry. Edgar Allen Poe would be awesome in seeing the beauty I leave in my wake.}
What's the meaning behind your message? The whole 'can you see me now' thing.
{If you have to ask, then you'll never know.}
That doesn't answer the question.
{I really don't care. If you want this interview to last, you better start asking real questions. I'm losing interest and that's not a good thing. Not when someone's life is on the line.}
Wait! What do you mean be that?
{I thought I was pretty clear? You see, I've found my new target. And I'm about ready to make a big mess with their insides. That is of course, if you can hold my interest for 10 minutes. You have 4 minutes remaining, and I'm getting bored.}
Fine! Just don't do anything crazy.
{Insults don't help either. That just hurts your time.}
Uh...What's your favorite color?
{...Really? Did you really just ask me that?}
It's still a question.
{Red. I like red. The color of blood. Beautiful crimson. I love to watch it flow. To see it seep out of every orifice of someone's face...Priceless! Plus, it makes me thirsty. Blood is quite tasty.}
EW!
{To each their own.}
Where are you right now?
{Wouldn't you like to know.}
No, really. Where are you?
{You're the nosy one here. You figure it out. You already know so much. I'm sure you can guess this one.}
Is your new target those kids who found you in the park? If so, please leave them alone. They didn't mean to bother you.
{...Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh...}
What's so funny? Why are you laughing? Answer the question damn it!
{Perhaps I've given you too much credit. Shame on you for disappointing me Alice. I really thought you were awake enough to see the truth.}
I...I don't understand.
{Time is up.}
I'm calling the cops. They'll trace this hack and find you. You wouldn't dare risk it.
{Naughty-naughty girl. Why must you lie to a killer?}
What do you mean?
{I know for a fact that you're not contacting the police.}
And how do you know this?
{Because...}
Because why?
{I SEE YOU!}
Say what?!
Hello?
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Good evening pathetic readers of this pitiful blog. I know what you must be wondering right about now. You're all thinking, 'but if she just killed her, how is this still up?', well I'll tell you. As poor Alice struggled in my grasp, she managed to hit 'send' and posted it. And since I don't know her freaking password, I can't delete it. Just add to it. Hence, what I'm doing right now.
I really thought she knew who my target was. I mean. It was clearly her. Why else would she feel all weird for almost a week? I wasn't stalking her for nothing. I knew where she went. Where she hungout. Where her friends and family lived. When she wouldn't be home and its layout. I don't like it when people stick their noses in where they don't belong. A warning to any of you who are stupid enough to follow in her foolish footsteps.
I do hope you like this pile of shit she wrote. Honestly. Reading her posts, it makes me question how the fuck she got a job with a newspaper in the first place? But it doesn't matter now. Now that she's dead and all. Heh...If only this was one of those vlogs. To forever capture her death to video. It would've been nice. The way her eyes watered with fear. The whimpers of terror. The lovely snap of her stick like neck. And to think. I'm not even done with her yet. I love my job!
Well I better finish up here. Can't waste all my time typing. I am very busy you know. I got a girl to gut here. So enjoy this for now, it won't last long. I'm wiping this site off the face of the web when I'm done. Then I'll be on my merry way. Completely content with my peaceful and bloody unlife. But before I go, I'll give you some much needed advice.
When you see something unbelievable. Something that messes with your head. Something that makes no sense to any from of logic that you know of. LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE! Forget what you saw. Ignore your curiosity. Don't listen to that voice that tells you to figure things out. Just continue with your life as is and it'll stay that way. Do as your parents told you when you were young. Behave yourselves and stay out of trouble...You'll live longer.
Yours truly, InvisiLynn
P.S.
Credited to Rip-Lynn
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