The CASKET Files (P.I.E. Fanfic)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚐

  "Testing..." A tapping could be heard from the recording. "Testing... Testing... Right. Log One.

  "My name is Johnathan Toast. I'm a Paranormal Investigator Extraordinaire and head of P.I.E. Headquarters. I'm beginning a series of logs for a case file I've decided to open again after six years. So, here we go.

  "February 15th, 2020. Saturday. I opened the file for the first time in six years, as was previously stated. I found myself brushing the dust off the top of the file. Upon looking inside the file, I could see how little there was inside, and I quickly realized I had my work cut out for me. But first, I decided to see how much info I've got so far.

  Since I already had a chapter in my book A Guide to Paranormal Investigating somewhat dedicated to this file, I decided to read the chapter instead, as it's more organized."

  "Chapter Thirteen: Sanity Draining Entities

  -Date: UNKNOWN

  -Location: UNKNOWN, North Carolina, United States

  Event: Some number of years ago, which is at this time unknown, there was a family of assumingly four members. Two parents, and their two children. There was a ghost that showed up, and one of the children allegedly went insane. Upon investigating the scene, the police found no trace of the kid who'd gone crazy, or the parents. All they found was the deceased body of the older child. The child appeared to be male, but any further identification could not be made out. 

  The body itself was found near a large rock in the the backyard of the house. According to the police, and autopsy reports, the boy looked to have suffered a gunshot to the head, then his body was thrown against a rock, causing fatal injuries.

  The rest of the family was never found, nor were the residents identified. Any family ID was never uncovered. Paranormal investigators reported that the readings they'd initially caught onto had also disappeared from the property completely, shortly thereafter."

  "Unfortunately, the info from the case was very vague. When I had asked the police about the case, while gathering information for my book, they told me that the case was over twenty years old!

  I was going to have to try asking around about the incident."

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  The night was cold. Not a star could be found from the small town in North Carolina. Neither could most of the young family be found either, despite police efforts of searching.

  Meanwhile, hidden in the woods—which was a great distance from the town—was an old, abandoned manor. This hidden building was where a young child was being kept since the past several days.

  "Oh, Cawboawd fwiend, let's find somet'ing to do!" Said the weak and young voice of little Gregory. "Okay! What should we do?" Asked the equally childish voice of Gregory's 'friend', Box Friend. The two of them thought for a moment, all while taking a good look at their surroundings. The sentient carboard box figured looked at the patio through the partly opened front door, and saw a folded up paper with letters printed onto it. 

  "Oh!" It exclaimed, while going to snatch the paper, then re-entering the house again. "Let's read the newspaper!" Box suggested. Gregory took the newspaper from his friend's hands, and looked at it. "What's it say?" Box Friend asked. Then, Gregory realized something. "I can't read." He confessed, handing the newspaper back to his friend. The sentient box took it, and said, "I'll read it for you." It offered.

  Box Friend took one look at the paper, and quickly noticed Gregory's face on the front cover. Printed above the image were the words "CHILD MISSING". Box Friend couldn't believe it. People were trying to find Gregory? People wanted to take away his best friend? No! He wouldn't let that happen! Gregory was his friend, and his friend only!

  Gregory was sitting on the floor, waiting patiently for a story. Quickly, Cardboard Friend made something up. "There were sunshines and happiness! The end!" Box Friend ended abruptly. Gregory tried to lean over and see the newspaper, but his friend wouldn't let him. "Wow... that's a lot of words..." He commented. "Ya, well, that's what it says!" The cardboard box assured.

  Gregory stood up, and went to wander again. "Let's go in here." He said. Box Friend followed, and just before leaving the room, gave the newspaper a dirty look.