The Box

It’s daylight. Sleep has come in and out, as have I. There’s no helping it, short of bumming some meth off of some college kid. Coffee will do. Lights stay on. Laura is avoiding me, she hasn’t come home in a couple days.   I’m still going through the new find, Anna’s journal, it’ll be a little bit before I have the […]

Her words

As you can see, I cracked open the firebox, I was right to have gone back. It’s her, in her own writing. A lot of it is just like the stuff I’ve posted along with these, thoughts or musings on what she was doing as a police officer, or at least they are at the beginning. Half way through it changes. The existential passages are still there […]


I had hoped that they would have not been there, gone to movies or shopping or just out, giving me an opportunity to avoid a confrontation. Just one fucking hour without “Judge Judy” vomiting her brand of vitriol into the living room but no. At the very least, he wasn’t there with all of the base intellect and pudgy limbs to get in my way. It was […]


I woke in a panic, sitting there keyed up straining to hear what may have been the cause for my interrupted slumber. The sun was already down and everything felt hollow. The living room, the still night through the windows, the dull throb of existence in my bones; it all felt off as if it had all been reset, recast, repopulated.  There was no time to think about it, […]


Hey all, sorry for the little interruption. I’ve been exhausted and stressed as of late. At the brewery, I put in for overnights again. I don’t want to be asleep these days, defenseless when it’s dark out. Shadows are where potential rests and things hide, curled and tense waiting in ambush to reach out from behind. The shadows are still there, of course; they’re there […]


Holy fucking shit! I don’t even know where to begin with these ones. They’re bizarre and terrifying. And the censorship is something else, though kind of useless when one of the reports is without it. I guess the facts are as good a place to start as any so, I won’t keep you fine folks waiting while I wildly speculate.   As it reads in the reports, Anna and Clarence were on a stakeout, eating rubbish […]

Friends, Doctors and Floor Managers

With all of the drama lately, as well as the reduced access to a scanner, thanks boss, I haven’t been updating you fine folks on the progress of Anna’s investigation.  These three documents, attached below, were tucked underneath some others, nearer the bottom of the pile. They’re each titled “Supplementary Report Form”. The reports themselves are rather dry, just the facts squeezed […]

Night Drive

All of the research and driving between towns, the piecing together of old tattered papers, all of this has worn me out. Night after long night of it, cold coffee and shifting shadows resting in my peripherals. I did less research during my entire four years of college than I’ve done for this box in these […]

Well Deserved Break

Sorry for the break. The shit that went down in Augusta well, it bothered me. I needed to lay low for a spell; get my bearings as it were. The box has mostly remained untouched, continuing its slow rot in the corner of our office, occasionally visited and slept upon by Laura’s cat when it isn’t growling and […]


I don’t know why I thought that there’d be anything to have been found. Driving around Augusta for two days, burning fuel, time and sanity, has brought me nothing. I should just chuck this fucking box in the trash where it really belongs. Twice now I’ve suffered the loss in time and money, not to […]