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On October 3rd of 2014, the abandoned 1999 Dodge Neon belonging to Thomas Pompeo was found in <Redacted> National Park approximately 24 miles outside the town of <Redacted>. Due to the nature of the disappearance, the case remains open and any documentation related has been properly redacted and withheld from the public until such a time the case is closed. A call from a concerned citizen notified <Redacted> County Sheriffs to an abandoned vehicle 2 miles off the main trail leading through the park. Upon reaching the scene, Sheriff’s deputies found no direct signs of foul play, and noted the vehicle seemed to have been abandoned for some time. The only item recovered from the vehicle was an iPhone 4S believed to have been owned by the vehicle’s missing owner.

Reported missing in May of 2014, Thomas Pompeo, 25, was employed by <Redacted> a national pizza chain with a location within town, he was hired as a delivery driver at the store’s opening in 2010. Listed at exactly 6 Feet tall with black hair and blue eyes, Pompeo weighed about 178 Pounds and was wearing a <Redacted> company shirt and light khaki pants when he was last seen. On the night of May 22nd, Pompeo checked out of the store via their delivery dispatch system at 8:46pm and never returned. The address he was scheduled to deliver to was an apartment complex and the tenants confirmed receiving their delivery. The tenants claimed Mr. Pompeo seemed normal although irritated as if something was bothering him. Further investigations cleared the tenants of any potential wrongdoing, they are not considered suspects at this time. GPS and Cell Tower data show Pompeo’s phone at a crossroads on the edge of town, his movements afterwards are unknown.

The following contents were retrieved from his unlocked iPhone 4S, these communications were found in the default Notes app, which includes an entry that app metadata indicates was made the night of his disappearance. These transcripts are included in full with timestamps for when the note was made and proper redactions, and also include digital notes left by investigators. Notes made by the lead investigator on the case during the transcription process are distinguished via open and closed brackets. The order in which they appear in the transcript do not reflect the order in which they were added.

April 2nd, 2014:

I swear to god I think I’m delivering to a dead person. This is like the 5th time this week I delivered to this house, and it’s this big 2 story house just outside town, you have to drive down this gravel driveway for a minute to get there, and it almost looks abandoned, like the entire building is covered in vines and shit, it’s this really dark white like it’s covered in grime, and they keep ordering food and it keeps piling up on the front porch. I’m not kidding there’s a pile of rotten food up to my knees on the front porch, and it’s not just old food from our place, there’s McDonald’s and Wendy’s and other places, oh and the porch itself is nasty, it’s covered in green algae or whatever and smells. It’s this long porch, so you walk up and the house sort of juts out and the front door is tucked at the back, and you have to walk by these crusty windows on your right, it’s weird as hell really. When I told Mark he said the orders are always paid for, the cash for the order is always left on a small table next to the door, so there’s nothing he can do. I thought about calling in a wellness check but I have no clue who this person is, their orders are just placed under “Ay”, and besides I guess it’s not really my problem. Maybe they’re just a weirdo?

[There’s a gap in time here, presumably Pompeo left on a delivery, the next part of this note was updated 34 minutes later]

Katie called today, I didn’t answer and she just left a voicemail. I don’t think I’m even gonna bother listening. Mom told me to hear her out, I guess she called her too? If I see her again I’m going to tell her to stop calling my parents, I think we’re done and over.

[The referenced voicemail was recovered, it goes as follows: “Tom, hey it’s me, I don’t want to do too much, just-well they said we have to call everyone we hurt and apologize. So, that’s what I’m doing. Sorry.”]

April 4th, 2014:

I took another delivery to that house, and I messed my hand up a bit, see I decided to knock on the door this time to see if anyone was even home. The wooden front door had a glass storm door you have to open first, but it wouldn’t so I decided to knock on it instead, my hand went right through it. Yeah it messed my hand up pretty good, I had to pick some glass shards out of it, it was bleeding a lot after that, just all over the porch. I think whoever was there heard it because there was just this loud banging from inside. I could hear it through the windows, just banging and crashing like I woke someone up and they started throwing things. That’s my fault, at least I know someone’s home. I was speed walking to my car, and weirdly enough, when I got in, I saw the front door was open. The pizza was gone, so I’m glad they’re not dead. Still didn’t see anyone though. Luckily the cuts weren’t bad enough for stitches, just some bandages, it definitely wasn’t one of my finest moments though. I asked Lisa if she had ever delivered there, she said just once since she’s mostly day shift and I close. She told me a couple weeks ago she had an order, she had pulled into the driveway and while she was driving down it she swore to me she saw in the middle of the path, it was a coyote eating itself. I kid you not, her exact words were “In the middle of the driveway, there was this coyote half lying on the ground, and it was eating its own leg. Its whole back left leg was missing, blood was just pouring out of the place it was, and it was tearing its own leg to pieces. I had to lay on the horn a couple times before it hobbled off.” Coyotes are an animal that can get diseased, they can get mangey or become rabid, but I’ll tell you I’ve never heard of that before. I remember a couple times my Grandpa took me out hunting, we saw some deer suffering from wasting disease, but I never saw a coyote. Lisa told me there was only a couple food boxes on the porch so I guess she was one of the first to start the pile. I’d be willing to bet if I went there and started rifling through it I could find that original box.

April 5th, 2014:

This was a bad day, I called the police this morning because something shattered my apartment window. Someone either threw a rock or tried to force the window open, because it was just completely busted in. We couldn’t find any rocks, so presumably someone tried to break in and ran, maybe that’s why no one wants to live on the ground floor. Luckily the landlord will pay for it, that’s what insurance is for. I took some cardboard boxes from the store to cover the window for now, at least it’s not January.

[I asked the responding officer to the break in what he thought of the scene, he says that the window was smashed inward and glass was dragged into the hallway between the bedroom and hallway. He didn’t want to freak Pompeo out by telling him the intruder likely began walking down the hallway before fleeing. Due to Pompeo’s disappearance I recommended to the station chief that we reanalyze the break in.]

The order to the house was changed up this time, they ordered a hoagie instead of a pizza this time. The door never opened so I just left the sandwich there on the porch and left, there’s a part of me that’s wondering if I could cut down on my food bill by just eating the food before I get to the house and leave an empty box in it’s place. Knowing my luck the one time I do that they’ll come out of the house and pick their order up.

After I got home at midnight, I found Katie sitting up against my front door. I wanted to ignore her but she insisted she wanted to just talk. It was the same kind of stuff as usual, she said how she was getting help, she really was changing, etc etc the kind of stuff I’d heard a million times. She tried to push up against me on my couch but I was not in the mood today, I told her she could sleep on the couch if she wanted, and I locked my bedroom door after I closed it.

April 6th, 2014:

Katie must have left this morning because she was gone when I woke up, just like I thought she would she tried to come in my bedroom. I woke up at like 3am because someone was tapping at my door and trying to turn the knob, I yelled for her to go away and she must have. I honestly felt kind of bad, it was chilly last night and the thought of her walking down the street at 3 in the morning kept popping up in my head all day. I might stop by her place, assuming she’s still there, on my way to work and apologize.

[The next block is timestamped several hours later]

Katie was home, and I think she’s lying to me. She said she left as soon as I went in my bedroom, she didn’t want to “bother me”. I know she’s lying because she tried to get into my room, and I wouldn’t be mad at the lying if she wasn’t swearing to me up and down she’s trying to get better. I just nodded my head and left when she asked if our store was hiring, I really hope she gets better but its stuff like that where I just always have doubts. This is her 3rd time going to a support group, and I really wish her the best, but I’ve just seen it before.

[Following Pompeo’s disappearance his on and off again girlfriend, Katie <Redacted> was located and questioned. Her alibi for the time of disappearance checked out as I talked to a couple local junkies I know that confirmed she was shooting up at a known den on 2nd Ave. I cleared her as a suspect.]

April 18th, 2014:

I got a delivery to that house again. The sun had set most of the way so it was partially dark out, I got the usual order to that house, just a pizza and breadsticks, but when I pulled up the front door was open. I dropped the food off by the door and started walking back to the car when I heard something. I can’t even say what it was, it was distinct enough to stand out among the sound of crickets filling the air, but I did not sound like an animal. I had almost reached my car when I heard it again, I had no clue what it was so I followed it in the general direction I thought it came from. I walked around to the side of the house, an empty chunk of lawn with a long abandoned above ground pool in the far corner and a large oak tree in the middle. There was a small sidewalk wrapping around the house that I was walking on when I heard it again, it was more towards the empty lawn so I walked onto the grass. I listened to the cricket for a few seconds when the sound happened again. This time I realized what it was, it was the sound of someone clucking. Like when you put your tongue up against the roof of your mouth, just a cluck. It was becoming more frequent the closer I got to the source, just a small cluck cluck cluck. I suddenly noticed all sound was gone, the crickets had disappeared, the trees had gone completely silent. I just heard the cluck cluck cluck, and it was coming from behind the large oak in the center of the lawn, and I had just become very aware that I was standing right in front of it. The clucking was loud enough now that I knew it was a person doing it, there was no mistake. Then it just…stopped. I felt like I could hear my own heart, like when you pop your ears and just become very aware of everything around you. I think my instincts kicked in because I turned and ran back to my car as fast as I could and I swear to god I heard the sound of something following me, but when I flung open my door there was nothing. The crickets had returned, and the house’s front door was now shut. I don’t think I’ve ever driven as fast as I did on my way back to the store, I think I even blew a couple stop signs. I asked Mark if we could add the address to our blacklist, but couldn’t give him a reason why, it sounds insane as I type it out, what would anyone else think? I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight.

April 25th, 2014:

I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping, last night I woke up because I swear I heard that clucking again, except it was coming from under my bed. Of course nothing was there, it’s way too small of a space for anything to fit under, but I swear I keep hearing it. I think I even heard it at work a couple days ago, just coming from inside the walk-in cooler. I threw the door open and obviously nothing was in there. I bought some melatonin to hopefully keep me from waking up at the slightest noise. I had another delivery to that house today, I didn’t even bother, I left the store and flung the pizza out my car window once I was outside town. I got back to the store and took another couple deliveries just around town, but after I got back Mark said someone from that house called to complain they never got their delivery. I asked Mark what they sounded like, he said it was a woman. Her name I guess is Eyeyudomay or something, he said it was hard to make out, she wouldn’t spell it, that’s what she kept saying when he asked for her name for the remake order, so I had to take it out there. Doesn’t even make sense since the orders are always placed under the name “Ay” so there’s another thing with no sense to it. I was as quick as I possibly could be, just ran up to the porch, dropped it off and ran back. No freaky shit happened this time and I was fine with that. I got home and have been locked up in my room, I’m just so tired of all this.

[This house Pompeo keeps referring to piqued my interest, the events he describes seem ludicrous though. I pulled some county records, nobody by that name “Eyeyudomay” lived there, I don’t even think that’s a name to begin with, in fact the house doesn’t even seem to have a proper owner now? The last time a name or address was registered there was, from what I found, 30 years ago. Some Mexican couple Raúl and Liliana Miralles, but there’s no record of them in that house for decades. As far I know that house was left to rot. There’s a dozen like it all around the outskirts of town, condemned and decrepit. I talked to the Pizza shop manager Mark and confirmed the orders were being sent to that address. The orders were all paid in cash, so there was no bank information to look at. Overall the house didn’t seem relevant to the investigation, maybe I should take a look.]

May 7th, 2014:

My mom called today, she wanted to talk to me. I assume Katie got to her, she’s been coming around more the last week or 2, and I keep pushing her out. She’s always able to get my mom on her side though. When I got to her house it was just her there, Dad was at work, which sucked because he always backed me up with stuff like this. Mom wanted me to try and consider taking Katie back, which I already guessed was why she wanted to talk to me. I listened, not very happily but I did, when she just, like, stopped. I was looking at the floor trying to pretend the best I could that I was taking what she said to heart when she stopped talking. Then I heard it. Cluck cluck cluck, I looked up and mom was still talking, or she wasn’t. Her mouth was moving like she was still going on, but the only sounds that came out was just cluck cluck cluck. I had no clue what to do, I just stared, and she obviously noticed because her expression turned to concern, but she wasn’t saying anything. She was just making that goddamn noise. I had no clue what to do, and then I felt this light tickling behind my ear. It was, I can only say it was like something was breathing right next to it. And suddenly mom’s voice was back. “Tommy what’s wrong?” Her voice pulled me back, before I heard one last cluck that I swear came an inch from my ear. I jumped up and backed into the nearest wall, my mom looked almost as scared as I was. “What’s wrong?” was all she kept asking, how many times I don’t know, I just got out of there as fast I could and drove home. I’ve been ignoring the calls she’s made. I don’t know what’s going on, I just don’t.

[I talked to Mrs. Pompeo early on in the investigation, she had told us that her son was acting strangely in the weeks leading up to his disappearance. Her biggest worry wasn’t this outburst, instead she told me she had gone to his apartment the next day and every window was covered in cardboard. She was concerned that he had started taking drugs like Katie, but from what I can figure he was not a user. And we can confirm, we went to his apartment after the missing person’s report was filed and the place was trashed. The windows and door were covered in cardboard to block light, he had thrown his bed frame into the living room so he was basically sleeping on the floor and he had installed several crude latches on the inside of his bedroom door. I’ve never seen anything like it.]

May 18th, 2014:

Work is about the only thing keeping me going nowadays, just work work work, it’s all I’m doing. I keep picking up hours because I just don’t want to be home. Something is definitely fucking with me, every once and while I heard that sound, maybe for a second, maybe its a few times, it just keeps popping up and I hear it. From around a corner, off in the distance, one time I swear it even came from inside my pocket. I don’t know how but I swear I’m not lying. I slept in my car last night in our parking lot, I’m working a 14 hour shift right now because I don’t want to go home. I even delivered to that one house, and I didn’t care, I just dropped the food off and left, I’ve been doing that every time now and I guess it’s working because nothing weird has happened in a while. Anyway, I’m just glad to be working, it keep my mind busy.

[The store Manager confirmed that Pompeo requested an increase in his working hours from 35 to over 50 the week before his disappearance.]

May 21st, 2014:

I saw something in the house, I saw something in the fucking house. They had an order as usual, I dropped it off at the door and turned to leave, and I saw something. The window next to the front door was open, and it’s never open. I could just barely see inside because it was during sunset, and I saw I think a living room. There was an old TV, and I mean an OLD TV, it was this giant box up against the wall with a couch in front of it. I saw someone on that couch. They were sitting there with their back turned, I would assume they were watching TV but it was off, there can’t be power to that place. I said hello and got no response, so I moved a bit closer to the window and said hi again. Whoever was sitting on that couch heard me, they tried to turn their head around to see me, and I mean tried, their head was shaking and jittering like turning it was a struggle. They only got it partly around when I saw something was wrong with their face, it was so…long. It protruded out where I could see part of it even though their head was only partly turned. It was just wrong. It was all wrong. It wasn’t a real person’s face. The door to my left swung open and that clucking sound started up again. I fucking ran back to my car, and reversed down the driveway so fast I took out the mailbox at the entrance. I’m not going home tonight. I don’t want to go home tonight.

May 22nd, 2014:

I woke up in my old bedroom. I went to Mom’s house and stayed the night there, I couldn’t do another night in the car. I still heard tapping at my door all night, I just don’t care anymore. I just want it to stop. And I’ve been hearing that clucking all day. It won’t stop either, and it won’t let up. I’ve been awake for 10 hours now, and it hasn’t stopped once. It sounds so close like it’s right in my ear. I can’t focus. I can’t talk to people. It’s just right there in my ear. Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck. I just want it to stop.

[This is the final entry in the notes app. Approximately 29 minutes after typing this out, Pompeo was dispatched on a delivery at 9:56 PM to an apartment complex in town. The tenants confirmed delivery, they are the last people confirmed to see Pompeo alive. Using GPS and Cell Tower data, his phone was pinged a mile away at a crossroad, we’re unsure which direction he went as his phone was not pinged again. Months later on October 3rd his 1999 Dodge Neon was found abandoned in a local stretch of woods. His phone was found under the passenger seat. His body has not been found.]

The following document is attached to the transcription. Its contents have not been verified and should not be included in any public release of this transcription.

I was assigned to the missing persons case of Thomas Pompeo in July, after the previous investigator had taken his pension and retired, leaving me holding the ball. I’m making this report because I doubt anyone else will give a damn enough to do so. The previous investigator left his case files for me when I took over, needless to say I was astounded by the lack of actual work the useless bastard did. The most he verified was the last delivery Pompeo did that night, and the estimated time his disappearance occurred. The conclusion he notes in the report is that Pompeo is likely a drug user who disappeared in search of his next high, and who had been suffering from gradual delusion psychosis, which even before we discovered his car didn’t match anything we knew about him. I had to do a lot of work when I was handed the case, and this is what I know including the events of October 11th.

Sometime just before 10:30 PM on May 22nd a delivery was made to a boyfriend and girlfriend couple at the Woodbridge Apartment Complex. Following this Pompeo began driving back towards the pizza shop. Driving the route myself in July I found several potential spots where security camera footage may have caught his vehicle, and was able to confirm several details. At 10:17 PM an exterior camera at a Marathon gas station recorded Pompeo’s car swerving around the road as it drove by eastwards, Pompeo was speeding at least 20 miles over the limit. Just 3 minutes later the local Post Office’s exterior camera caught Pompeo’s car continuing its hectic driving, confirming that he had seemed to turn around somewhere and began driving west in the opposite direction of the pizza shop. At 10:28 PM his cell phone was pinged only a quarter mile down the road, meaning there is a gap of roughly 8 minutes where his vehicle traveled a very short distance or remained stationary. This is the last time Pompeo’s whereabouts have been traced.

None of this was in the original report, which theorizes that Pompeo stopped at a local known drug den to “score” with his girlfriend. This is despite the testimony of his girlfriend and the other inhabitants of the house that Pompeo was not present. The original report reeks of lazy police work and potentially led to evidence at the time being overlooked or ignored.

After being assigned the case in July, I managed to put all of this together relatively quickly, however there was still very little I could do with the available information. After the discovery of Pompeo’s car however, many new branches of investigation have opened. The passenger side window had been smashed inward, whether by someone on the night of or by pure happenstance during its time sitting in the woods is unknown. Forensics found traces of blood on the passenger window sill, as well as several rips and tears in the passenger seat. There’s no definitive answer, the working theory is that something smashed his passenger window and possibly dragged him out of the car, the damage to the seat could be consistent with attempts to hold on or fight back against his attacker. This is not confirmed, and is only a working theory. The tires of the car are also worn down on one side, it’s possible after Pompeo was dragged from his vehicle, his car itself was dragged away and placed in the woods where we found it. It is unknown if there was indeed any attacker, due to the condition of his vehicle, we are going purely off guesswork with rough forensics.

I don’t know what happened, I can only guess, and after yesterday I’m less certain of everything.

I finished making the transcription of Pompeo’s phone around 9pm, it was a process that took a couple days as I verified information and tried to fit it into our known timeline, and throughout he continues to make references to this house outside town. I know which one he’s talking about, it’s been abandoned since I was in high school, out on a lonely stretch of road beyond the township limit. The events Pompeo describes are bizarre, they’re the writings of a man falling into a delusional psychosis just like the original report posits, but the way he describes what’s happening didn’t sit right for me. I was driving home last night when I found myself making a detour to drive past that house, I don’t know why, I don’t think I could answer or give a reason if asked, I just did it. There was just this small thought in the back of my mind, growing there as I drove. The driveway entrance was easy to miss, especially now since the mailbox was lying on its side in the weeds. I sat in my car at the entrance for a few minutes, I don’t even remember what was going on in my head, but I started driving down towards the house.

I parked my car right at the edge of the clearing where the woods gave way to the lawn, something back down the driveway had caught my eye. I grabbed my flashlight from the glovebox and walked a few yards back, on the ground was a dead bird. It wouldn’t have seemed strange but it wasn’t alone. Shining my flashlight around the vicinity I could see dozens of dead birds all in various stages of decay, they were lined up almost in a line heading into the woods. Looking across the gravel driveway, it was the same on the other side. I walked along the line of dead birds into the trees, and slowly realized it wasn’t just birds. There were mounds of dead mice, a few groundhogs here and there, a coyote, hell I even found a mummified deer carcass. The line of dead animals had started to curve inward as it followed the house, and if it was the same on the other side of the driveway, it would make a pretty damn near perfect circle with the house at the center. Dead animals, as if they were running and hit a glass wall surrounding this house. Stranger still, their bodies were untouched, no signs of insects or maggots, nothing. I’d never seen anything like it.

Walking up to the house, I first noticed the smell. A mountain of rotten food was piled chest high on the porch, it was the most vile and disgusting smell of rot I’ve ever experienced, and I had to pull my shirt up over my nose just to approach the front door. I banged on the front door with my metal flashlight, demanding if anyone was inside to open the door. I waited a couple minutes, just like I thought the place would be abandoned, and I pushed the front door open and stepped inside. I had nothing on me except my flashlight, sidearm and keys, I still couldn’t tell you why I went inside, maybe I was expecting to find a skeleton, get some closure, that’s what I tell myself now. With the sun set and no power, the inside of the house was pitch black, anything my flashlight didn’t touch was essentially invisible in the darkness. The old wooden floors creaked and groaned with each step I took, and the rotten stench of food was replaced with the musty odor of old carpet and furniture. Cobwebs as thick as ropes hung from everything in the entry room, which held a dining table with chairs neatly tucked in and empty plates and cups filling each space on the table. Directly in front of me was the staircase to the 2nd floor, to my left was the kitchen, and my right was a living room that jutted out and ran alongside the porch. An old tube TV was against the wall with a couch opposite, I remembered the note that Pompeo left about seeing someone in here, but the dust on both the TV and couch told me nobody had been here in decades. A shelf above the TV held several old picture frames, picking one up and brushing off the dust, it had a black and white picture of a smiling couple posing with a newborn. I walked back into the dining room, the plates and cups were free of dust as if they had just been placed, though the once white plates were a horribly discolored yellow. Shining my light around the room I saw another picture frame, this one had a closeup of a baby, scribbled in black ink on the corner were the words “Dulce angelito, descansa en paz con Dios 1982-1983”. The air in the house was so cold. Whatever thoughts I had that Pompeo might have been there had disappeared, I was walking through some decrepit barely standing house that some couple lived in and abandoned. Why was I still here?

A loud groan came from upstairs, the sound made me jump back into the wall, dropping my flashlight and covering my jacket in dust and cobwebs. Instinctively I drew my sidearm and pointed it at the darkness I was blind in. I grabbed my flashlight and yelled into the darkness for anyone in the house to make themselves known. Another groan followed and the dust on the ceilings fell as if something heavy was moving upstairs, the sound chilled me to the bone, it was the sound of something in pain, like a wounded animal. I carefully approached the staircase leading up, I saw nothing in the light as I shined it up, the stairs were L shaped so I could only see halfway up. I considered leaving, I could go to my car, call for help, but what if someone really was up there? What if someone really was in serious need of help? I may have moved out of street work into the investigative sphere, but it was still my job. If someone was up there and needed help, it was my job to help. I put my feet up on the first step as I began to climb them.

My footsteps were loud as the old stairs creaked, I called out several more times for anyone inside to make themselves known and heard no answer. Coming around the bend on the stairs, it led into a large open space with doors to different rooms, with chairs in the center. I couldn’t tell where the noise came from, so I crossed the room to the door opposite the stairs. The room was empty, not just empty but it looks like it had been gutted. The floor’s carpet had been ripped up and piled into a corner in the room, the walls were ripped and the studs exposed, I could tell it had been covered in wallpaper as there was still some of it hanging from the top where the wall met the ceiling. The wallpaper was pink with art of rainbows and horses patterned across it, but now it looked like someone had taken a machete to the walls. Another loud groan rang out, I spun around and called out again, no response but I knew where it came from. The door to the right of the stairs was partially open, I pushed through it and came into a bedroom, to the left was a connected closet that led to another room, the noises were coming from in there. I called out one more time and got another groan in response, continuing on, the groaning sort of, morphed, as if it was slowly being replaced. The sounds of pain had turned into a baby crying in distress. An infant, screaming and crying, the sound seemed to fill not just the bedroom, but the entire house.

I came through the closet into the joining room, another smaller bedroom. The second I stepped into it all sound stopped, the crying, the groans, even the small creaks of the house. My flashlight was pointed towards the floor, I stood there trying to focus on a sound, any really but I couldn’t. Until a wheeze brought me back. It was the sound of someone trying and failing to suck in air, as if breathing itself was a challenge. The sound was coming directly in front of me in the darkness, and raising my flashlight my body was starting to shake. In front of me was a bed, the mattress a putrid black-brownish color, and on top was this…thing. It was a horrid shade of white, this soft mound of what looked like flesh, partially fused to the mattress, I was almost unable to tell the two apart. The pile of flesh looked as if it was melting, spreading out to cover the entire mattress, and then I realized it was moving, and then I realized it was breathing. My flashlight found the face, so skinny and sunken that any facial features were unrecognizable. There were no more eyes, the nose was nothing more than a lump, teeth were in a pile on the floor where they had fallen out, and the hair had receded to where it was mostly gone, I was barely able to make out it had originally been black. I was unable to move, to do anything, until it reached a hand up. Its hand was gangrenous, bone was visible up to the elbow and it was missing several fingers. The thing reached towards me and produced a noise of pure agony and desperation. This noise was broken by the heavy sounds of footsteps behind me in the bedroom, I didn’t hesitate, I turned to the room’s door, locked with a wooden bar lying across it. I threw the bar off and burst out of the room, ignoring the screams from the room as the footsteps became louder and faster. I jumped down the stairs and kicked the door to the porch open, running faster than I’ve ever ran as I heard something crashing down the stairs after me. I got in my car and flew back down the driveway and kept going until I was back at the station.

I remained in the station the entire night, I had no answer when asked what I was doing there. What could I even say? I spent hours going over the events in my head again and again and again. It was during that time, several hours after I got here, I heard the clucking for the first time. Somewhere outside the station, this cluck cluck cluck that I knew was directed at me. I know very little is going to be done, the transcripts only further the narrative that Pompeo suffered from delusional psychosis. So I wrote down the events I personally experienced last night, October 11th. I’m attaching this to the transcript, maybe someone will believe us. The occasional tapping on the station windows keeps bringing me out of it, along with that goddamn clucking. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the next couple of hours, I do know that I have a duty. I have a gas can in my shed at home, I know it’s at least three quarters full, and for a structure that old it should be more than enough. I hope.

The contents of this document have not been verified, any public release should not include the attached report. Any other information regarding the disappearances of Thomas Pompeo and Detective Kieran Webb should be directed to the <Redacted> County Sheriff’s office or the <Redacted> Town Police.

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