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FILE 014: A GLIMMER OF HOPE
I slept. On the sofa. But as soon as the sun came up I was up as well. Stark cooked bacon and eggs and made me a massive mug of coffee - white ceramic mug with "God Says Just Smoke" in huge, black letters plastered on it. She was an interesting woman. She clearly knew more than she ever told me, and she definitely wasn't just here as a vicar, but she was good enough to answer a few questions about Horizon and what had happened to Eleanor.
She had apologised profusely to me with regards to Eleanor, but she had suspected that something wasn't quite right. She told me that something had used my daughters image to get to me. I asked her why the something was interested in me, and she said that I probably had something that it wanted. That in taking Eleanor it had learnt something or it had taken Eleanor as a way to get to me.
I mean...what?! I had no idea. I had nothing. My life was boring. I had nothing of any interest to anyone at all. I was normal. Ordinary. Stark told me that it'd be something I probably didn't even realise and to search deeper. But my thoughts had turned back to my daughter. She reassured me that Eleanor was probably still alive because the thing would be able to use her as leverage against me. So there was that at least. But then I thought of my poor little girl being stuck out there in the darkness, scared and alone...
Stark had admonished herself for her slip ups. She told me she'd had too many of them just recently. That the thing had used her to get to me. She told me that the Ghostwood was a hive of supernatural activity - one reason it had gained that name - and the thing had honed in on her.
But I didn't care about the hows and the wheres and the whys. I just needed to know how I could get Eleanor back. So I asked her more about Horizon. She told me that they were founded a few decades back in an attempt to investigate the unknown. The supernatural. They had a firm hold over a number of things, but they had largely stayed away from her. And she also told me that if they didn't want to be found, then they most certainly wouldn't be found.
But then Stark, that twinkle in her eyes, had gone into her purse and pulled out a slip of crumpled paper. She told me that she had heard of those who had left Horizon. Most had disappeared. Possibly gained new identities, but that she had the contact details of one of them who had left. She had met with him once, a long time ago, when she was dealing with a case. He had given her his name and number.
I looked at the faded writing on the paper - David Harrison followed by a number. She told me it was his new identity and that his real name was Simon Roper - the same sodding guy who had filmed the video in Hell!
Okay, I must point out that I'm still at Viking Woods. And there's a light heading towards me. A torchlight. It could be a dog walker I suppose, but if you don't hear from me again then you know that they've got me. Damn it!
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