''There is a box here for Miss Victoria Hunter!'' After she heard that, she let her broom down and went to the door. She greeted the mailman and took the box from his hand, thanking him. He told her goodbye and walked away.
Victoria walked to her squeaky clean living room and sat on the sofa, taking a knife. She looked at the cursive letters on the box that said her name and then, the initials SM. No subject, no nothing. She arched her brow in curiosity and opened the box quickly, but cautiously. Inside, she was really surprised to find the personal diary of somebody called Samuel Martin and a Voice recorder lacrima. She twitched her head, trying to remember someone she knew whose's name was Samuel Martin, but she knew nobody with that name. A storm of questions appeared in her head, starting from who is Samuel Martin and ending in Why does she recieve this box. But what most bothered her and scared every bit of her is the fact that the recorder and the diary were covered in a big amount of blood. She held the knife closer, her breaths getting faster with each second. She opened the book, despite the bad feeling she had and began reading, her hands shaky.
12 February, Day 647.
Today was a fun day. Me and Mary went on a picnic near the forest and spent the whole day talking about meaningless things. It really was a blissful experience and since she didn't have any problems today we were able to forget about reality, even if for just a day.
So far so good, she thought. But, why did Samuel mention that Mary had problems? What problems did she have? Mental? Normal? She turned the page, calming down a bit.
19 February, Day 654.
It happened again. Mary collapsed again today and started mumbling about magical gates and how everything is going to be a nightmare. This is happening more and more often and I am getting really concerned now. No doctor knows what's wrong with her...
Decided, she has mental problems. But they didn't seem like paranoia or something like that, they seemed much more severe, as if something was possesing her or something like that.Victoria turned the page again, her eyes racing through the lines.
25 February, Day 660.
This is really getting out-of-hand! With each passing day Mary becomes more and more delirious. I don't know what to do any more. I've contacted every doctor and every mage I could find, but no one knows what's wrong with her. There has to be someone that can help...
1 March, Day 664.
This is my last hope. I contacted an exorcist who is said to be able to cure cases like Mary's. He's going to come tomorrow night. Maybe the end of this nightmare would finally come. Definetly. Mary had posession problems. This case was starting to scare Victoria even more. Why did she recieve this? How did Samuel know her name or location?
2 March, Day 665.
It's a little before midnight now. The priest is going to come any minute and put Mary's troubled mind to peace once again.
3 March, Day 666.
I... don't believe it. I remember last night... the purification ceremony... then something happened and I was sent flying, and Mary ran away towards the Spooky Forest. When I came to, the priest was lying on the ground with his heart gourged out. What on Earth happened last night? There's no time to waste, I know she's somewhere in the forest so I have to find her. I'll contact a couple friends from the Rune Knights and we'll set off to search for her. Please be okay, my love...
Victoria's breaths became faster and faster. She tried to calm down, but she was unable to. She turned the page, still thinking about the poor priest and the death he faced, and, without a doubth, the same death Samuel had faced as well. But there was no more written. Just ripped pages. She took the recorder and turned it on.
Date- 4 March. Time- 1:43 PM.
This is Lieutenant Jacob Lars, recording an audio log to document the investigation and search. I am assigned due to my expertise in the field of demonology. It seems that a woman has been possessed by an unknown type of entity, presumably a type of demon, and has escaped in the Spooky Forest. We are currently within the said forest ourselves, having a local guide us through. For some reason when we entered it a thick, almost unnatural, fog descended upon us but we were capable of navigating through the dense vegetation regardless. Currently we are standing in a forest clearing about 2 klicks north of the entrance. So far there's no sight of of neither hostiles nor the woman. It's unnaturally quiet. A bad omen."
"Date- 4 March. Time- 2:30 PM.
This is Lieutenant Jacob Lars documenting the investigation and search for the possessed woman in the Spooky Forest. This is log number two. It's been nearly an hour since the previous log and we've spent the time delving further north into the forest. It's crazy here. Everywhere you look there are huge trees and if you look up there is nothing but branches and leaves. The vegetation on the higher levels of the forest is incredibly dense, so there barely is any light down on ground level. It almost feels like we're alone in another world with no way out, and that damn fog isn't helping either. All this is taking it's toll on the minds of the others.
We're nearing another clearing. I guess we'll rest there for a while."
"Date- 4 March. Time- 2:45 PM.
This is Lieutenant Jacob Lars documenting the investigation. This is audiolog number three. Things are not looking good. The others are getting seriously paranoid and I can't really blame them. This place plays with your mind in a very freaky way. A few minutes ago we continued moving deeper into the forest, following our course north. The guys are really getting worried now. They say that every now and then they see someone's silhouette in the distance, just beyond the fog, watching them. Observing their every move. I have yet to confirm the existence of this shadow, but if it is there then it might be the woman we were sent to find. Next time the silhouette makes an appearance we'll go after it."
"Date- 4 March. Time- 666:666 PM.
*The sound of someone's ragged breath mixed with their crazed running could be heard for several minutes. After that the barely audible thud, as if someone being hit against a tree, interrupts the running*
This is Leu*static*nt Jacob *pant* Lars. We *static*eed help! We...we got sep*static*ed and the *static* took us out *pant* one by one. It's b*static*n watching us all along! Tor*static*ring us while studying it's *pant* prey. It's close, *static* the only one left *static* coming f*static* me. *static* *static* *static* the time *static* thre *static* ourty-five
Victoria yelled as the record ended with a scream. She let the recorder down and remembered the last hour. 666:666. The number of the demon. This was sent to her and, nonchantly, it was going to haunt her. She quickly put the diary and recorder in the box and took them with her, along with the knife. She opened her house's door and closed it, really nervous. She needed help. Now. She ran to the house of the only person she knew that would help her without doubt, and, the only person's location that she knew. It was chilly outside, and she was only in shorts and a T-Shirt, but she didn't care. She only wished he was there. Iziel.
She knocked on his door nerviously, her hand shaky.
'' Iziel.... Please, open up.'' She said, her voice scared. She had the constant feeling something's watching her, and she wanted to go near someone right away-