FILE 004: BLUEBELL HILL
So, we've reached that point. I've been holding it off for some time, but before I delve into what I found out about Horizon and what was stored in that metal box, I feel I need to let you in on a little bit of information about myself. So you can see why I'm doing this. Why I'm fighting to find out the truth.
There's one reason, and one reason alone. Eleanor. My daughter.
Eleanor is perhaps the sweetest, kindest kid you could ever hope to meet. When she disappeared she'd just turned eleven, so she'll be twelve now. Notice I'm saying that she will be twelve because, despite what friends and family have said, I refuse to believe that she's gone. It makes no sense. She was out on a summer camp with the Scouts. She'd set up a shared tent with her friend, Freya. In the morning, when Freya woke up, Eleanor had gone.
The Scout leaders combed the area for hours before calling the police, but she was nowhere to be seen. Freya gave her account of what had happened. They'd talked long into the night before finally falling asleep sometime around midnight. Freya told the police that she had woken up a few hours later and found Eleanor standing over her in the dark, but she passed it off as a dream and rolled over and went back to sleep. When she awoke in the morning Eleanor was gone, her clothes had been left behind as well as her pack, and if she had exited through the front of the tenth then she had made sure she had zipped it up again.
The police had searched the hillside and surrounding woods for nearly two days before calling off the search, and despite everyone's best efforts to convince them they had refused to remount. At the time it didn't seem very important, but I remember seeing a man in a grey coat talking to the officer in charge of the search. Unshaven, piercing blue eyes and extremely handsome, despite his hair looking like he'd just woken up in the middle of a bush. He had fixed me with a sad, knowing stare and then left in his own car. An hour later they'd given up the search of Bluebell Hill.
Bear with me. Be right back...
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Fucksake. I've finally got logged back on. I lost my connection. Or someone made me lose it. I better be on the move again. I'm losing signal rapidly out here. I'll post again at a more convenient time, cos this Bluebell thing gets weirder the more you delve into it, and it turns out Freya started remembering more than she initially did.
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