Project DARK CANVAS
SECURITY LEVEL: MAJESTIC-7
Project DARK CANVAS
08151976 1534
Interrogator: Spec. Agent Jacob Frost, FBI
Subject: Marcus Stint, M, Caucasian, 45.
Army, 101st Airborne. Medic. Cpl. 349827651
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Following is a transcript of a recording pertaining to the events at Black Waters Creek NB.
F: GOOD MORNING MR. STINT, HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
S: (UNLEGIBLE MOAN/WHIMPER)
F: NO CHANGE THEN? HOW ARE YOUR WOUNDS HOLDING UP? I HEAR FROM THE NURSE THAT THEY’VE STOPPED THE BLEEDING ON THE WOUND IN YOUR ARM. SHOULD MAKE IT EASIER TO GET YOU BACK HOME…
S: (SHOUTING) NO! GOD NO! NEVER TAKE ME BACK THERE, NEVER! SHE WONT LET ME GO AGAIN, WITH HER GOD DAMMED GAMES! NO!
(SUBJECT BEGINS REPETING UNINTELLIGABLE MANTRA)
F: WHY MARCUS? WHAT HAPPENED? TELL ME AND I CAN HELP. YOU WANT THE NATIONAL GARD TO COME IN? WANT US TO TORCH THE TOWN DOWN?
S: (SHOUTS) YES! KILL HER! KILL HER AND ANYTHING THAT MOVES IN THAT F***ING TOWN! BURN IT TO THE GROUND!
F: THEN TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED MARCUS.
(SUBJECT LOOKS TO THE LEFT, VISIBLY SHAKING)
F: ANSWER ME CORPORAL!
S: ALRIGHT. YOU ASKED.
(SUBJECT SIGHS, RUBS BANDAGES UPON FACE)
S: MY DAUGHTER HAD JUST BEEN KILLED IN A CAR ACCIDENT, AND I WAS… BROKEN. I COULDN’T REPORT TO THE MORGUE TO CONFIRM MY OWN DAUGHTERS IDENTITY, LET ALONE HER AUTOPSY, SO ANDERSON, MY ASSISTANT M.E., SAID HE WOULD HANDLE IT…
F: BUT THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN, DID IT MARCUS?
S: NO
(SUBJECT IS SILENT FOR SEVERAL MOMENTS)
S: I GOT A CALL FROM THE STATION A FEW HOURS LATER, WHICH LASTED FOR MAYE LESS THAN A SECOND. ALL I HEARD WAS SCREAMING AND THEN SOMETHING WHISLTING THROUGH THE AIR, LIKE A BULLET GOING BY YOUR EAR. SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOVE IT THOUGH…
F: WHAT WERE THEY SAYING?
S: MARCO…
F: LIKE IN THE GAME?
S: EXACTLY, SHE… SHE ALWAYS LOVED GAMES… EVEN AS A TEEN SHE WOULD PLAY WITH THE LITTLE KIDS…
F: WHO? YOU KEEP REFERRING TO HER… WHO IS SHE?
(SUBJECT IS SILENT FOR SEVERAL MINUTES, DRAWS MEDICAL BLANKET UP AND TURNS AWAY FROM F)
F: TAKE YOUR TIME. I’M HERE TO HELP YOU MARCUS, AND I CAN ONLY HELP IF I HAVE THE FULL STORY.
S: AURORA
F: YOUR DAUGHTER?
S: WHAT EVER THAT THING WAS, IT WAS NOT MY DAUGHTER! THAT THING JUST… IT WAS… GOD NO… NO! NO! DON’T MAKE ME TALK ABOUT IT! (SUBJECT BEGINS SHOUTING) I’VE HAD ENOUGH! JUST KILL IT! I’VE TOLD YOU ENOUGH, NOW KILL HER!!!
F: OK! OK, JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED AFTER YOU GOT THE CALL, AND I’LL ORDER THE AIR FORCE TO BURN THE WHOLE TOWN DOWN. THEY’LL USE NAPALM, CLUSTER BOMBS, WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED.
S: (SUBJECT APPEARS TO CONTEMPLATE)
I WENT TO THE STATION, AND EVERYTHING WAS FINE. JANICE SAYS THAT SHE HAD HEARD SOME BANGS FROM THE BASEMENT, BUT SHE FIGURED ANDERSON HAD JUST DROPPEDSOM EQUIPMNET OR SOMETHING… IGNORANT BITCH…
F: WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER TALKING TO JANICE?
S: I WENT DOWN TO THE MORGUE OF COURSE, DIPSHIT! IT WAS…. JUST…
F: WHAT CONDITION WAS THE MORGUE IN?
(SUBJECT BEGINS SLIGHTLY JERKING, VISIBLY DISTRESSED. APPEARS TO BE SCRATCHING AT ARM.)
S: BLOOD… EVERYWHERE… ALL OF THE DOORS HAD BEEN OPENED AND THE BODIES RIPPED TO SHREDS… NOTHING WAS BIGGER THAN A SHEET OF PAPER… TISSUE WAS DRIPPING FROM THE CEILING, THE FLOOR WAS SOAKED… AND ANDERSON… OH GOD ANDERSON…
F: WHERE WAS ANDERSON?
S: ALL I COULD FIND WAS A SHREDDED SCRUB… HE MUST HAVE BEEN…
F: YOU DON’T NEED TO ELABORATE ON ANDERSON MARCUS, IT’S ALRIGHT. MOVE ON TO WHEN YOU SAY YOU FOUND AURORA.
S: I TOLD YOU, THAT THING WAS NOT AURORA! IT HAD HER FACE, AND HER VOICE, BUT THAT WAS NOT AURORA!
F: ALRIGHT, IT WASN’T AURORA.TELL ME ABOUT THE THING YOU SAW.
S: AURORA’S CABINET WAS SPOTLESS. ALL THE OTHER DOORS HAD BEEN TORN OFF THEIR HINGES AND BLOODIED, BUT AURORA’S WAS CLEAN AND SHUT…
F: AND YOU OPENED IT?
S: YES…
F: AND WHAT WAS INSIDE?
(SUBJECT IS SILENT. VISIBLY DISTRESSED. SCRATCHING FURIOUSLY AT ARM.)
S: NOTHING… SHE WAS GONE… I TURNED AROUND AND THAT… THING THAT HAD STOLEN MY DAUGHTER WAS STANDING THERE… I THOUGHT IT WAS HER AT FIRST… HER HAIR HAD ALWAYS BEEN LONG…
F: WHAT DID SHE SAY?
S: SHE SAID TAT AURORA WANTED ME, PLEADED WITH HER TO LET ME LIVE…
F: WELL SHE DID, SO CAN YOU DESCRIBE HER FOR ME?
S: SHE WAS… DARK. SHE WAS NOTHING BUT HAIR… BLACK… OILY BLACK HAIR… I COULD ONY SEE HALF HER FACE… MY DAUGHTERS FACE…
F: STAY WITH ME MARCUS, KEEP ON DESCRIBING HER.
S: MY DAUGHTER HAD SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FACE… THAT THING HAD MADE HER… HORRIBLE SHE WAS STILL BEAUTIFUL, SO BEAUTIFUL… BUT HORRIBLE ALL THE SAME… SKIN SO WHITE IT WAS LIKE ICE… HER EYES SO DARK BLUE… SHE WAS PERFECT… BUT WHEN THAT… THING SMILED I COULD SEE ITS’ TEETH… TE ROWS AD ROWS OF TEETH…
F: WHAT HAPPENED NEXT MARCUS… TALK TO ME CORPORAL!
S: IT ATTACKED ME! IS SWEPT OUT THAT DAMNED HAIR EVERYWHERE, SHREDDING THE TABLE, SLICING THROUGH EVERYTHING! THEN… THEN…
F: THEN WHAT CORPORAL! SPEAK TO ME!!
S: THEN I WOKE UP… I WOKE UP AND RAN… I RAN AND RAN AND RAN AND RAN…
F: TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TOWN.
(SUBJECT LAYS COPLETELY STILL. DOES NOT APPEAR TO BE CONSCIOUSE)
S: SHE DESTROYED IT… CUT IT APART… HOUSES, CARS, EVEN THE BRIDGES OUT OF TOWN… PEOPLE I HAD LIVED NEXT TO FOR YEARS WERE JUST…
F: I SAW THE PHOTOS; I KNOW WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE.
S: THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE? JUST KILL THE DAMN THING!
F: WE HAVE TO HAVE THE FULL STORY, HOW DID YOU ESCAPE?
(SUBJECT LAUGHS)
S: SHE LET ME GO.
F: I WANT TO KNOW WHY.
S: BECAUSE IT WANTED TO! BECAUSE AURORA ASKED IT TO! I DON’T F***ING KNOW WHY!
F: THERE HAD TO AVE EEN A REASON! TELL ME HOW YOU CONTROLLED HER!
(SUBJECT BEGINS SHOUTING/SCREAMING. BEGINS THRASHING UNCONTROLLABLY)
S: JUST KILL HER! JUST BURN THE DAMN TOWN DOWN DAMN YOU! KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL-
At this point, subject had to be injected with anesthetic.
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Intelligence gathered requires continued monitoring.
Request Black Waters Creek NB be eliminated from all public record.
Air strikes deemed unnecessary.
UPDATED
Subject calls creature “SILK” several times during follow up interview.
Creature is to be referred to as SILK from here on.
Originally posted on Crappypasta.com on March 30, 2013
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