April 14th:
I was a rooky in the police department, asked by one of my seniors to tag along w ith him on one of his cases. I was sitting at the bar thinking things from the last case through.
"HEY ROOKIE!" The sheriffs voice was like sandpaper scrapping skin. A kind of voice where it would make you cringe if you weren't used to him talking to you. "Yes sir?" I replied "Quit talking to yourself and come drink with me." I hadn't noticed I was mumbling to myself.
"Sir I don't drink sir." I said with a tone in a you already knew that kind of way. Honestly I don't know why I was even there. "Well at least come sit. I have a big favour to ask." "What is it sir?" I asked as I was walking over.
"I have a case to go over later than usual so I need you to take my daughter to school tomorrow." "Sir I can't do that. I could take the case over for you until you get back?" The Sheriff's eyes glanced over to me and with all seriousness he said. "Well, I guess you can. I mean its not a serious case."
So the next day I'm driving to my buddies house to pick him up, once we get there we were instantly told the Sheriff was killed by knife wounds in his car with his daughter as he was coming home from picking her up. "What?!? What about the daughter? Is she ok?" We were assured that she was and we were told that his paper work and cases were going to be split up among everyone until a new Sheriff is transferred.
December 4th:
We all worked late that night, I was given weak and easy cases by the ones I was reading so far and then one of the other officers dropped me the Sheriff's case. His murder case was weird. The daughter said she saw "A man in the back seat with a bleached pail face, with a smile cut on his face, black burnt hair, a kitchen knife was the murder weapon, and he was wearing a white hoodie. What?" We never found the killer.....
March 1st:
The next day was my day off and I went to my usual coffee spot and sat next to an almost too beautiful girl who talked to me about the whole time I was there we went on a few dates I don't even remember asking her out and she told me I should wright a journal. Her reasoning was so I would always remember her. She was cute and I thought she was just flirting so I started.
March 3rd:
Weeks later I bought a cat. I don't know why I did I just had a feeling. Months went by and I noticed my 40 cats have gone missing and I have no idea where they're going. I went on about 12 more dates with that girl and she's perfect..... I mean she's perfect with the things I can remember of her. It was weird but I guess to get my mind off it I think I decided to invite my buds over to watch the game tomorrow?
"That was the last entry of Jack in his journal I read my last day there" "Do you remember what happened to our former officer?" "Of course." "I said moments before In Studio 8 reporting live we have intel that a day later after Jack's friends came over. Jack's neighbor reported screaming comming from Jack's basement, by the time the police got there there were bodyless cat heads nailed to the bacement, surrounding a shrine with a picture of what could only be described by the officers as "a picture of all their desired women" and it was named "Her". They all said it was a different woman for each of them, letters written with blood above the picture reading "Jack One Eye" or "J.O.E." covers the wall behind the picture. later in their investigation they found mangled bodies of his friends and a bloody icepick, the heads of Jack's friends in a bucket with their faces ripped off. Jack was later found outside an asylum screaming nonsense like "I have to find her before she does me" and "She's on her way" and finally "She's got me" Right before he broke the camera in his room tunneled through the pads and wall to the outside. He disappeared for a month where he was spotted eating three dogs two being held by the throat by his straight jacket arms like magic. While the last one is held in his mouth he runs into a forest in Minnesota where he disappears again."
"Hold on we are being informed that JACK IS INSIDE OUR STUDIO!!!!"
"Knock knoooock!!!!" He says in a smooth yet blood filled voice "I SAID, KNOCK KNOCK!!!!!!!" he says as he kicks the door open. The camera lifts into the air. Screams of terror splits the ears as the volume of the screams rise until a pop is heard followed by blood dripping on the camera. Seconds later the camera falls pointing to Jack and his floating jacket arms and his one bloodshot evil sickening eye with a twisted grin as he proceeds to rip the director apart. The studio is now in a huge panic with everyone trapped inside "Your daughter will be taken care of." He says as he drops the lifeless body of the director. He then lifts the fallen camera and speaks over everyone's screams. "If you're watching this, JOE IS COMING FOR YOU!!!" Jim, one of the camera men grabs an axe and tears the door apart before he was then dragged away by Joe along with three of us the rest of us escaped." "So our brother is now a mass media cereal killer. Is that all you know?" "Yes." "Then please wait here." He opens the door and walks out. The after an hour I realized someone was in the corner of the room with me with his arms crossed. "Hello?" "You escaped." He said as I turn to him and my eyes start to adjust. "Yes, where did you come from?" My eyes adjusted and I saw that his arms weren't crossed, they were tied by a straight jacket. It was Joe. "YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO ESCAPE!!!!!!"
