FILE 007: LETTERS FROM STRANGERS
I'm safely parked in Tesco carpark, with a hot chocolate, trying not to shiver. Smooth Radio is on so at least I'm relaxed. As relaxed as I can be of course.
For the purpose of this ongoing investigation, I felt it necessary to include a transcript of the letter that was cello taped to the back of the VHS cassette. There was nothing particularly sinister about the paper. it was a little tatty and written on lined notepad paper. It was the content that disturbed me:
"Dear Reader,
I won't tell you my name. I'm not prepared to give anyone that information, and it's also not important. What's important is the information I have for you.
This video is the only thing I was able to recover from the bunker before they torched the place. And the only reason I was able to recover it was because I had already taken it out of there some time ago.
They torched the bunker a few days ago. We'd spent years digitising the information because having hard copies of all of those old investigations was simply too dangerous. Having it stored on a secure server was a much easier way of keeping the information safe. Well, as safe as it can be.
It had filtered down through the levels that someone had found the location of the Viking Wood bunker so there was a mad scramble on to get it cleared. I returned to the bunker after the event to leave this.
Why? Why would I betray my own?
Put simply - I believe that we are dealing with forces too great even for us. And I believe the world needs to know. We've spent years digging and delving into these events over the decades and there comes a point in your life - when you've witnessed more than you can handle - that you have to talk to someone. Because I can't keep lying and keeping secrets anymore. It's not how I was brought up.
So, I need whoever finds this video - be the so-called KingVeritas or anyone else connected with the hunt to find us - to watch this. It won't give you all the answers. Hell, it won't even give you a fraction of the answers, but it may allow you a peek into what we have to deal with on a daily basis."
I turned the VHS over in my hands and swallowed hard.
"Put simply - Horizon is real. Horizon is active in the world and we are all over. You've no doubt already made your mind up about whether we are good or bad, but always remember that not everything is black and white. The world is shades of grey and so is Horizon.
If you choose to watch the video then please go into it with an open mind. It's only one part of an ongoing investigation. But you need to see this. It's not been faked and I never knew the man who filmed it. All I know is that his name was Simon Roper. He was 35 years old at the time of filming and he was the lead investigator in Project: Interior.
You won't hear from me again, but I suspect that your ties with Horizon won't end with this video. Unless what you see terrifies you so much that you turn back from the truth and go back to living in the shadows.
After all, it's not everyday you get to watch a video recording made in Hell, is it?"
A shiver went up my spine and I let the letter fall from my quivering hands and back into the box. A video recording made in Hell? A video recording made in fucking Hell?
There are those moments in your life were you reach a turning point. This was one of them. Before the letter I was on a hunt to find answers and find my daughter. I was still on that quest, but the end of the letter had branched me out to something different. Something beyond my comprehension. I figured I was dealing with ghosts and witches and fringe sciences, but Hell? Actual Hell? I couldn't turn back now. I was firmly on the path to oblivion.
And I needed to borrow Jeff's VHS player.
This hot chocolate is good, by the way, but it doesn't make up for a warm living room, a good cuppa and some mindless TV show to pass the time. As I stare out at the late-night shoppers heading into the warm and inviting glow of Tesco I wonder if I'll ever get to experience those home comforts again.
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