A mysterious blog hidden deep in a dark corner of the internet. It details all of the supernatural and horrific happenings that take place in Black Lake, Wisconsin. Itās a marvel how it can stay so updated, only a crazy person would be able to pull something like this off! Someone so dedicated to putting themselves in danger, tying themselves up in red strings. Every murder, every sighting, every drop of blood spilled in this town is documented on this lonely blog, of which barely gets any traffic. Which begs the questionā¦
Why?
Why does this blog exist in the first place? It gets no recognition, no clicks, so why is the mysterious reporter so dedicated to it? Probably because their determination to find out the truth borders on obsession, insanity. No better than the people and creatures they write about.
Welcome to Black Lake!
Black Lake is a small-ish but bustling town located in northern Wisconsin! The year is 2015, and our adventure begins in late fall. The scenery may be mundane to the inhabitants who lived here their whole lives, but there is intrigue when you know where to look for it.
Dense forests surround the town, trapping it in their clutches. The Great Lakes also help keep this town isolated, a perfect place for people to go missing or lay low. Wildlife here thrives, plants spread their roots eagerly, invasive or not, and people often enjoy scenic walks through the trees. Itās a gamble whether or not they come back.
This Creepypasta AU encompasses everything I love about the characters, settings, and stories! Everything goes here! The killers, the proxies, the supernatural, it is all grounds to be explored and discovered, especially in pursuit of evidence that something bigger is at play! I love collaborative storytelling, and I am so honored to have my friends building this world with me and including their characters! Together, we will leave no stone unturned in Black Lake!
I think itās time to meet my current list of suspects, so letās get to it, my carnivores! >:)
Suspects
Arthur Marion
Inez Apolline
Thomas Barclay
Elain Gloom
Alfred Kaiser
Dalia Salguero Maldonado
The Hanged Man
Richard Langford
April MaKayla
Georgie Charlotte
Catherine Resnik
(More TBAā¦)
Now, my carnivores, let me indulge you in some of my fascinating discoveries! ;3c
Entities
The Haruspex
(More TBAā¦)
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note to self never draw a whole ass background for something that's going to get mostly covered up ever again š anyway here is tommie :] extended info below the cut. just a warning, it deals with dark themes typical of the average creepypasta oc
Tommie grew up in a small town in rural Alabama with his mother and father. His father tried to instill his values on the young Thomas in various unkind ways, but as much as the boy would have liked to retaliate against his father back then, he didn't.
As a young man, Tommie ran away from home as soon as he could legally get his own place to live. He worked tirelessly at the first job he could get in order to make a stable life for himself. He wanted nothing more than to put his troubled past behind him... but his troubled past had other plans.
It was a quiet, creeping rage that started to grow in him that turned out to be his real undoing. He couldn't let go of how his father had treated him; the man wouldn't leave his mind. Seven years after he had left, Tommie went back to that farmhouse to kill his dad with the same woodcutting axe that had become, in his mind, a symbol of his father's abuse. When his mother walked in to find the grisly scene, he fled.
Tommie drove as far as he could to evade the police but crashed his car in a stretch of woods. He sustains a head injury, and when he comes back to, he doesn't recognize where he is. Luckily, there was a tall, faceless man nearby to help guide him to safety...
Nowadays, Tommie has finally settled, after working various odd jobs, on being a trucker. He drives all over the right half of North America, none the wiser to how many stops he ends up taking along the way- or how many missing persons cases have arisen because of it.
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About Tommie's gigantism: proportionately, Tommie's limbs are longer, his hands and feet are bigger, and he's pretty big in general, but the condition is exactly that- a condition. It also comes with a lot of health issues. Representing it accurately is both fun and important to me, so I'll be making an extended post to talk about how it effects Tommie specifically for those interested. I'd also encourage anyone to look into it for themselves. It's really fascinating.
More images and info is here on his toyhouse, feel free to poke around
Yes! Itās a closed au that I made just for me and my friends! I love collaborative projects, but I canāt handle hypothetically having a lot of people join in, just because I know Iād personally get overwhelmed! OTL So I made this au as a way to 1) Give my characters Inez and Arthur a canon universe and 2) Play dolls with my friends :3c But I hope people will like to read along and engage with everyoneās art!! There is much to discover ;3c
Georgie, missing since age 14, almost exactly a year to date. Argumentative and rude, Georgie doesn't like to make life easy for peopleā Maybe because life hasn't been kind to her. She's alone. She doesnāt need a family, she doesn't need friends, and she likes it that way. (Or so she says. And everyone believes her. Right?) She's independent, a fierce little girl who's determined to prove to everyone she's more than capable of handling herself.
Current whereabouts: Unknown. You're supposed to find her, aren't you?
Inez immediately dropped the skillet, eyes bulging from her skull as she creeped backwards, away from her fatherās body at a snailās pace. The knocking snapped her out of it. There was more knocking, abrasive, thundering, before silence.
The young girl didnāt know what to do. Had the police been called already? But how? Their home was very secluded, Inez hated how far away from the rest of the town it was. It made her feel desperate. And even if the cops were called, if someone had heard these events unfolding or saw through a window, they wouldnāt have appeared that fast, right? Right!? Inez tried to find feeling in her legs again, any part of her body really. Just as she started to regain her sense of awareness, she heard the large window in the back of her home being smashed in, and two pairs of heavy, leaden footsteps landed inside.
āInez?ā A familiar voice rang out through the home, muffled as it reached the second floor. She could put a face to the voice easily. The manās name was Brian. She had met him for the first time in the church parking lot, mistaking him for a new member of the congregation. He had a really bright smile, kind eyes. He was nice to her, so Inez liked him.
Their footsteps felt like they rumbled the whole home, one pair heavier than the otherās. They probably belonged to Tim. Tim was there with Brian that night. He barely spoke, but his voice was deep, warm, rich like smoldering campfire smoke. He was nice to her, so Inez liked him.
Inezās eyes fell back down to her fatherās head. It was caved in, squishy parts spilling around the floor like oatmeal that splattered when her youngest brother dropped his spoon. No matter what her brothers did, they never got punished. She was happy for that. But they wouldnāt have survived without her or their mother anyways. She saved them from a worse fate. Redā¦ everything was coated in thick red. Her hands, the skillet, her nightgown. Inez stuttered towards the door.
āAhā¦.ā She went to speak, to answer the two men that had just entered her home, but no coherent words could come out. She lost her voice before it clawed out of her body, like demons being exorcised. āAAAAAAAUUUUHGGGGG! AHHHH! AAUUHHGGGGā!ā
Inez stormed out of the room and despairingly plunged down the stairs, losing her footing and falling down multiple steps at a time. She moved erratically, ramming herself into the siding as she scrambled to get down. Brian and Tim were just in time to catch her at the bottom landing, the young teenās too-skinny frame violently clashing against the broader man. Tim stiffened at the contact, more so to stay sturdy so she wouldnāt fall. An arm instinctively held onto her, keeping her stable on her shaking legs. Inezās face pressed harshly into the manās shoulder, crying hysterically, gagging on her own spit as it quickly started to dribble out of her mouth and onto his jacket with each wail. The man tightened his grip as she started to buckle under her own weight.
While she screamed, Brian looked over their surroundings, immediately noticing blood trails, splatters, and a mass of hair poking out of the kitchen doorway. The faint wheezing of the stove alerted him that it was still on. Calmly, the taller man walked into the kitchen, took note of the massacred body laid out on the floor, the spilled soup that mixed with the ichor around it, and turned the knob to cut off the gas and fire with a gloved hand. This was not what they had planned.
The men were going to be the ones taking care of the killing. Inez was supposed to let them in, pretend they had forced their way inside. And when all was said and done, they would whisk Inez away. According to her, āanything would be better than this.ā However, when they got to the door, and knocked and knocked and knocked, they realized something had gone wrong. If it wasnāt Inez who opened the door, the plan still would have worked. But no one came. The house was completely still, save for the sound of something heavy clunking to the floor upstairs.
Lucky for them, this could still be plausible. They had forced their way inside in a different manner, but the story could still line up, or at least they hoped. They didnāt like being flashy. It gave way to too many eyes on things. But if fingerprints revealed on the murder weapon that Inez was the one who had done this, things might get a bit hairy.
Tim gently tried to peel Inez off of him, to give Brian the reigns while he went to search the house and grab anything too revealing to discard of. Brian crouched down and offered a sympathetic smile. He cupped the young teens face, a firm pressure as she choked on her tears, heaving and hyperventilating as he brushed away tangled strands of hair out of her soaked eyes.
āShh, shh,ā He made it a point to inhale and exhale slowly, obviously, hoping sheād subconsciously mimic him, āItās done, Inez. Itās done. Breathe.ā Inez followed his movements, watching as his shoulders and chest rose and fell, her own lungs copying his breathing pattern. It took her a good few minutes, but she eventually came back down to earth and felt the chill of the late autumn air seeping through the walls. It calmed her nervous system down further. āThere you are,ā Brianās smile became more solid, āYou did what you had to, Inez, youāre still here.ā
Inez inhaled as much as she could, the tears rolling to a stop. The taller man with her let go of her face and she wiped her eyes with the least bloodied section of her arm. Tim had finally come back downstairs, he had something heavy in his hand, wrapped in one of Inezās smaller blankets. Brian was smart enough to recognize what he found.
āDid you pack your bag?ā Tim asked, emotion unrecognizable in his words. Inez looked up at him, swallowing a lump in her throat, and shook her head. He nodded once, eyes looking away as he thought. āLetās get your things. We have to be quick.ā
Brian stood up and walked with the young girl towards the staircase, hand on her back rubbing comforting circles into it. The trio went up quietly, both Tim and Brian having an unspoken agreement to keep her from seeing the bodies anymore than she already had. They got to her room and let Inez grab what she needed. Her school backpack was opened on her bed. She was packing before she was interrupted, called down to help with dinner. A variety of things were already in it, Brian had instructed her to pack as many essentials as she could. Underwear, socks, undershirts. She pulled open her drawers to anxiously grab more undergarments. And when she had her favorites, she went to her closet to pack her favorite clothes, they all had to be her absolute favorites. She couldnāt bring much.
While she couldāve used the last bit of space to pack one more clothing item, she decided to bring along her stuffed bunny, a gift her pastor had given her.
When she was done, Tim took the bag and threw it over his shoulder. Brian grabbed her purple bunny hoodie and helped her into it before they descended down to the first floor and made their way towards the door. Inez put on her boots. The shorter manās gloved fingers wrapped around the door handle and opened it. They made their escape into the fleeting sunset.
Inez was sandwiched between the two men as they started their long trek through the thick forest that began at her homeās edge. It was getting darker by the minute, and Inez felt a pit growing in her stomach. She never did well in the dark, night time reminded her of a lot of bad memories. Whenever her fear was unbearable, or she was desperate to get away, Inez would hide in the bathroom and keep all the lights on, staying up as much as she could until she eventually passed out in the tub from exhaustion. She couldnāt hide now. Brian was behind her and Tim was in front, the three of them walking silently, the only sounds to be heard were boots crunching on twigs and leaves, Brian and Timās more masterfully, stealthily.
Inez started to feel her mind retreating from her chilly body. At a certain point, she couldnāt remember when the sun had gone down completely, or how long they had been walking. The monotonous motions were putting her in a trance. She didnāt even realize she had tripped until the pain in her knee spread all over the limb.
āWatch yourself.ā Tim chided. Brian helped her back up and stayed motionless for a moment as he began speaking lowly to the other man. Inez couldnāt make out what they were saying, a static buzzing droning louder, filling up the empty space her brain left behind. She felt her body move, but everything was happening in snapshots. She saw her legs dangling, she felt her arms wound tight around Brianās neck. Using scattered puzzle pieces, she gained enough sense to acknowledge she was being carried on his back. And while her bones thanked the heavens above for the break, this positioning of her legs made her grow anxious. She gripped Brian tighter to distract herself from tactile illusions. She hoped, in a far corner of her mind that was up to date with the events taking place, that she wasnāt choking him. No matter how tight her bony arms became, Brian made no sounds of protest.
āWeāre here.ā Brian whispered, causing Inez to perk up. Had she fallen asleep?
The young teen was placed back onto her feet, the ache in her knee more subdued now. Tim had opened up a large grate that was hidden by leaves, a tunnel and ladder going straight into the ground. Brian entered first, starting to climb down. When enough room was allotted, Tim took Inezās hand and helped her onto the ladder. Acting on autopilot, she did as Brian did and climbed down. Tim was the last to get to the bottom; he waited until Inez had reached the tunnelās foundation before he made work of getting on the ladder and closing up the grate.
The large, all encompassing tunnel walls were damp, the air moist, sticking to cold skin. Despite her beloved hoodie engulfing her scrawny frame, the fresh, warm blood had long since cooled, and the breath of the tunnel left Inez shivering. Brianās flashlight illuminated the immediate surrounding area, but beyond that was pitch black, an ominous, gapping maw. As if sensing her fear, the slim man took hold of her hand and consumed it in his own gentle grip. Once Tim was reunited with the two, they began walking further into the inky underpass.
This walk seemed quicker, or at the very least more cohesive in the young teenās mind than the travel up until this point. Inez followed along with each turn the two men made, lefts and rights memorized with perfection. Perhaps it was the flat surface making for a smoother pathway than the hazardous forest floor, or perhaps Inez was just getting a second wind, a burst of energy to bring her to the finish line but, either way, the black-haired girl was becoming more aware of her surroundings. The tunnel started to lighten up. Another ladder came into view, an opening above it pouring minimal but very welcome moonlight into the cavernous catacombs. They went up it in reverse order, Tim, Inez, then Brian. As Inez got all the way up, Tim once again helped her, stabilizing her with a firm grasp on her hand and pulling her out of the opening. When she was once again a part of the overhead world, her eyes focused on a large building in front of them.
It was run down, nearly almost caving in on itself. The elements had chewed multiple holes into the exterior, but that didnāt take away from the fact that it was huge, massive, imposing. The architecture that wasnāt completely beaten down by weather or eaten by leaves revealed to Inez that this was some sort of old home, antique, like it was ripped straight from a history book. It was like a Victorian mansion painted with only twisting, rough black paint strokes. But it wasnāt abandoned. There was light leaking through the cracks in the boarded up windows. It looked like every place her mother warned her not to go into combined.
Timās heavy-handed knocking made the porch shake. Inez felt herself calming down when they had walked up the steps and towards the door. Now, about to enter whatever new life this place was offering her, Inez felt assured. She had made the right move.
The creaky, ancient door screeched open slowly, just enough for someone to look out, the top bolt was keeping any outsiders from marching their way in.
āFuckinā took you long enough.ā The man on the other side muttered out, fire on his tongue, as he unlatched the door and swung it open with more force than necessary.
Inez squinted as cold light from the grimy foyer washed over her, her eyes had been adjusted to the dark for too long. But, once she was ushered inside, she swiftly began to acclimate. As her dark blue eyes adjusted to the room, she immediately became intrigued.
The inside was bare, dirty, borderline unsanitary. There were a few things scattered about in an attempt to make the environment more āhomey.ā A couch, a mattress with mismatched quilts on it, a space heater. It felt like some sort of hideout, thatās what Inez expertly gathered. The man that had opened the door became her next point of interest. She looked up at him timidly, and her head inquisitively tilted upon seeing his face.
The manās face was deeply scarred, thick incisions had once split his mouthās corners from ear to ear. It was a marvel how the human body could overcome such adversity, how it could heal. His skin was pale, paler than herās if that was possible. Inez always thought herself to be akin to Snow White, a thought that comforted her as a kid when she wanted to grow up and be a princess. Those dreams were childish though, completely ungrounded in reality. Even as a young teen, she knew that. Oily, choppy-cut raven hair was a stark contrast against the manās visage. Inez realized his eyes were blue, bloodshot, but blue nonetheless.
The intimidating man looked down at the girl for only a second before his eyes shot back up to Tim and Brian.
āYou have got to be fucking kidding me.ā He growled, half astonished and half livid. No way in hell was he about to play babysitter.
āYouāre acting like we personally picked her out of a crowd,ā The rebuttal was made by Brian, āWe are just doing what weāve been instructed to do. Some of us actually pull our weight, Jeff.ā The man sighed wistfully as Jeff scoffed with an angrily curled lip. The scars that went up his cheeks wrinkled with the movements. Inez would have been more fascinated in any other circumstance, but her hands were still shaking, her mind was still buzzing, and she still felt disconnected from her body. She couldnāt feel a thing.
āWe have to get things in order. Watch her.ā It was an order given by Tim. All of his sentences sounded like orders. He didnāt mean to come off so blunt, it was just years of experience that made him a bit more snappy.
āNo! Youāre not leaving me here to watch some fucking stupid ass kid!ā But Jeffās refusal fell on deaf ears. In an instant, Brian and Tim had disappeared down a hall, and Inez was left staring wide eyed at nothing in particular, expressionless. āMan, what the fuck!ā Jeff spat as his hands tensed into frustrated fists.
He finally properly looked at the young teen. He was around her age when he first killed, by the looks of her anyways. She was wearing a large hoodie over a blood-stained night gown, the soft, plush sleeves nearly consuming all of her small, blood-stained hands. He couldnāt stomach looking at her for too long. Jeff prided himself on being heartless. He wasnāt about to get sentimental or relive anything.
āSit down.ā He hissed, nodding his head towards the tiny couch that was bursting at the seams. Inez didnāt need to be told twice, she felt tired, drained.
Jeff followed her and awkwardly took a seat next to her. He kept his eyes forward, leg bouncing as he waited for the two other proxies to come back. He was imagining what would be the most satisfying way to punch them.
āI killed my familyā¦ā
It was the first time Inez had spoken since she did it. Her eyes were blown out, her red hands clutched onto her knees as she kept herself as small as possible. It came out as a soft admission, a slightly startling realization. She wasnāt even saying it to Jeff, really, more so just confirming to herself what had transpired.
āā¦ Shockerrrrā¦ā Jeff inhaled, eyes rolling high into the sky. This was nothing new. Actually, Jeff was certain almost everyone in this web of criminals had done that. āWhatād ya use? A knife?ā He was mocking her.
āCast iron skilletā¦ā
Inez hummed it out, the world and reality slowly coming back to her. She even huffed out a small laugh about it, brief, but enough to make the hairs on Jeffās neck prickle a bit. She was young, yes, but wasnāt he when he was taken in? He decided he wasnāt impressed, he was just remembering the feeling of his first kills. Which were also his own family. Really there were too many family killings happening here, people in this town needed to get more creative!
āYeah, sure,ā Inez felt the couch shift slightly, Jeff now pressing his back to it and sliding down, arms crossed over his chest. āA fucking shrimp like you?ā
āI thinkā¦ā Inez looked at the blood plastered to her palms, āDoes this make me a kriller nowā¦?ā
The greasy-haired man nearly jumped up, biting back an amused snort. What was wrong with this girl, this puny little thing? She just massacred her family and now she was making shrimp puns at a high profile criminal, though she didnāt know Jeffās history. It slightly disturbed the undisturbable.
āThe fuck you just say?ā Honestly Jeff couldnāt believe he heard that. It was an awful pun, he hated puns, but what tripped him up the most was that even as vengeful as he was when killing his family, never in a million years would he have joked like this the night the crime was committed. His head was now snapped towards her, partially fascinated as he stared at her with scarce, furrowed brows.
Inez turned to him and went to repeat herself, but she was interrupted by heavy boots thudding down the hall and back to the desolate living room. Tim and Brian reappeared, the shorter of the two now empty handed. The skillet had been miraculously taken care of.
āAlright, things are settled.ā Brian informed. Tim pulled out a cigarette and started to light it up, it was much needed after all of this. āInez will be staying here for the night. We will be back to retrieve her in the morning when everything is in place.ā Jeff jolted up to his feet.
āFuck no! Youāre expecting me to watch this dumabass child all night!? What kind of fucking mission is this!? You two gotta be out of your fucking mindsāā
āSHUT IT!ā Timās voice boomed off the walls. He let the cigarette butt fall to the crumbling floor before he stomped it out and trudged over to the delinquent proxy. āYou still think this was our fucking choice? Are you that dense?ā The broad man took a deep breath, a protruding vein in his forehead making his anger visible despite his stoic face. āSheās here because he wants her here. Just like he wanted us, just like he wanted you. You are here to make sure every single fucking strand of hair on her head stays out of harmās way for one night. He gave you this duty, so if you donāt think you can complete this simple, simple task, try your luck and take it up with him. Do I make myself fucking clear?ā
Jeff swallowed thickly, resisting the urge to retaliate, to escalate. He couldnāt, he knew when he would be outmatched, and he hated it, he hated it deeply.
āWhateverā¦ā Inez watched as the firecracker of a man had water poured over his fuse. He shook his head, the rage boiling just under his epidermis.
āIf anything happens to her youāre dead.ā
āI GET IT!ā Jeff growled, mouth snarled and teeth bared. Tim backed away and met Brian at the door.
Inez felt herself growing antsy at the prospect they wouldnāt be staying with her. She found her strength and got up from the couch, but when she went to protest, it seemed Brian had already read her mind.
āWeāll be back at 4, Inez. Just try to get some sleep. Jeff wonāt let anything happen to you.ā Inez glanced at Jeff who met her eyes before he seemed to cower and scrunched his nose.
āRight.ā
With that, the two proxies left. Jeff walked up to the door and relocked it.
āThe mattress, itās for you.ā The raven-haired man noted, voice harsh and fried. Inez nodded her head slowly.
āThank yoāā
āDonātāā Jeff curled his lips, closed his eyes, his expression hard to understand for a girl this tired. āDonāt fuckingā¦ say a word. Go to sleep. Letās get this over with for both of us.ā
Inez didnāt have to be told twice. Her bag had been left by the door. She was too frightened to make any attempt to get her bunny plushie. So, the young girl crawled onto the lumpy spring mattress. She pulled the quilts over her. As her head met the mildewy pillow, she almost instantly slipped into sleep. The last thing she remembered was feeling the space heater be angled more in her direction.
Long walks always feel shorter on the way back. Thereās science behind it! Apparently, when going to a new place, your brain is taking in all the new information, making you really feel the length of your trip. However, on the way back, your brain can take a break since itās already processed this stimuli. So, you feel like you left quicker than you came. Thereās something poetic to say about it I think, but Iām too tired to write that eloquently! >:0
I found this broken little bridge in the forest this time! I wonder a lot about itā¦ Who or what broke it? How many people had used it to keep their feet dry and out of the creek? When was it built? So many questions that will never be answered. In cases like these, I like to make my own theories! Perhaps this bridge was smashed by a creature too big and reckless to use it! Maybe it was dismantled on purpose forā¦ vague nefarious reasons??? Who knows!
I have also attached a picture of my sneakers! Check it! Theyāre cool, right? B)c
Current Whereabouts: His apartment! Probably in his roomā¦ should anyone need to find out this informationā¦
Arthur Marion has always been an outcast. Being diagnosed with a double whammy of both Touretteās and schizophrenia at a young age left him ostracized by his peers. As a child he was down right āweirdā and as he grew up (and his symptoms became more severe) many outbursts in classes would leave him either avoided or tormented.
Thatās in the past though! Arthur is thriving now! Heās gotten the help he needed, his family being his biggest source of support, and now he lives on his own making his own mark on the world in the form of his blog! You might have heard of it! Maybe! If youāre on that side of the internetā¦
hearditfromthehare.com !
Arthur has been dedicated to the macabre and supernatural ever since he was in diapers. Of course, since his diagnoses, no one really believes him or takes him seriously. But he knows. He knows something bigger is going on in this town. And heās going to uncover it. Every murder, every disappearance, every strange sighting, itās all connected. He has the red strings wound tight to prove it! He just needs concrete evidence.
To gather this evidence, one must not give into fear. Luckily, it seems heās missing the part of his instincts that tell him āDonāt talk to that person!ā or āDonāt go in there alone!ā or even āYou should really make sure you locked your door!ā Arthur does not get alarm bells, making him unaware that his life is usually in peril. He sees people and creatures for who they are, not what theyāve done. Because, hey, heās been demonized his whole life and heās never hurt a soul, so it doesnāt matter if you have or not. Theyād find a way to hate you regardless. People in the dark are often drawn to any sliver of light they can find, and Arthur is practically the whole sun.
When heās not hunting down entities and entering crime scenes unauthorized, Arthur works for an estate clean out company! He works under the table mostly, as he already has a main source of income thanks to his variety of ailments, and helps clean out homes of the deceased when he can for a few extra bucks! He really loves his job! Anything families donāt want to keep or sell, Arthur gets first dibs on! Heās collected many antiques ever since starting, some of which may or may not be haunted! But he doesnāt mind the claw marks he wakes up with on his body!
"Sheās got no self control, a beauty with an empty soul,ā
22 ā” 5ā8ā ā” they/she ā” status: alive
A lover of the macabre, the morbid, the rotten. Taxidermist turned serial killer. Once you get a taste of something dead you canāt stop your mouth from watering.
For her it started with collecting; a few unethical pieces here and there, starting with an authentic slab of human brain cast in resin, gifted to her by her landlord, Richie. From then, it was a femur bought at an underground auction, then a skull from an old friend. It became an addiction. People get desperate in addiction.
Someone she knew well took heed to her interest. Whispered ways she could get more, for free. Once he got her tangled in the wrong crowd, it was a landslide from there. Unethical collection turned to collecting it herself. But what to do with the leftovers? Well, sell it of course! Just one sorry soul gave her a whole monthās rent! Why not keep going?
Elain is a reasonably sweet girl who finds it easy to make friends, regardless of where she goes. But her muddy past left her with an insatiable hunger to belong, to be loved. And sheād do anything to feed it, even if her spine splintered from how far she bent over backwards. She is also somewhat erratic, prone to spontaneity and psychotic episodes, most of which are fuelled by her āimaginaryā friend. Who she can be seen muttering to quite often.
As for her living situation, itās great! A humble apartment over a convenience store, that is ran by her landlord Richie. Seems like a nightmare, but he doesnāt bat an eye to her odd questions, strange collection, her frequent trips to his aisles, or the fact that most of the time, if itās after dark, sheās coated in blood. Nice guy!
Other than him, her list of friends and allies is scarce, apart from the ones she conjures up in her head. Some nights, when the smell of vodka clings to the air in her small apartment, she has moments of lucidity. Harsh ones, where the screams of those sheās hurt bounce around her skull. Thatās when she finds him. Hare. His posts get her through, satiate her morbid fascination from the comforts of her own bed, dull the voices in her head.
I wonder what she would do if she knew how close he really was?
Inez Apolline is now a blunt, no-nonsense young girl. The last place she was seen was her familyās home before she disappeared. While many in her community believe her to be kidnapped, another tragic missing person never to be seen again, Inez has finally been gifted her freedom.
The young teen is practical, she only says what is necessary and does so flatly. She works hard, under The Operatorās guidance and safety, and finally has a place she feels like she belongs in. While many in this operation are here for personal gain, Inez was one of the lucky ones. She was chosen personally by The Operator, the being drawn to her after he realized she could clearly hear his attempts to communicate. He only had one current proxy who was able to do that thus far. And that is why Inez was drawn to him too. Inez could never communicate clearly to the world and people around her. She was desperately screaming for help, but it felt like no one could hear her. But he did. He heard her. They could hear each other.
Perhaps it was because of her religious upbringing, but Inez believes herself to be a savior. Thatās why she was chosen, after all. While she knows she is an important figure in the world, this doesnāt mean she looks down on others. It is her duty to guide them, to teach them how to do things the way The Operator needs them to. Though she is blunt and sharp, there is an innocent gentleness about her that comes out when others are stressed. She is still just a little girl. And that is why certain members of the operation are attempting to give her a sliver of normalcy, of comfort.
Greetings, foxes, wolves, predator animals alike! I know youāve probably all missed me, but your hare is back and better than ever! (I had to take it easy after I pulled a muscle working!! OTL)
Just because Iāve been taking a few days to relax doesnāt mean I havenāt been on the look out. Mysteries and horrific developments wait for no one!!! You hear!?! It just so happens that while I was getting some snacks from the convenience store (Doritos, duh! You guys know me! ;3c) I happened upon the most recent case which I, of course, began deep diving into. Letās go down the rabbit hole, shall we, my carnivores?
Inez Apolline, age 14, current whereabouts unknown.
Now, where to beginā¦ For starters, you all know by now that I donāt touch on too many missing persons cases. If I updated this blog with every single one coming out of this town, Iād never ever sleep! (I barely do anyways, but thatās beside the point!!) However, this one particularly intrigued me.
Though journalists usually try to give objective facts, I canāt help but let my feelings cloud my judgement a bit here. Plus! You guys are here for my takes on things, right? So itās okay if I let a little bias show, hm? ;)c
A lot of people have been going missing lately. But usually itās adults/older teenagers. And while you all know my theories, something about this particular poster made my stomach flip a little. Inez is very young, probably the youngest Iāve seen thatās gone missing, and the more I fell down this rabbit hole, the more I realized there is something bigger at play. There has to be!
For starters, Inezās family were not the ones who taped these photos up. When I called the phone number at the bottom to hopefully offer any help I could, I was surprised to find I was talking to a pastor from the local communityās church. I am not a religious man, unless you count my devotion to the supernatural to be on par with praying to a god, so you bet your asses I was nervous! Apparently, carnivores, it was the church community who put these posters all around town. Thatās why thereās so many of them. And while very sweet, it also made me wonderā¦ wasnāt her family looking for her too?
I have a hard time smoothly transitioning to the next point here, so it will come out blunt. The Apolline family is dead. I had visited the church in hopes of interviewing some of the members. According to them, Inez and her family were beyond regular attendees. They were there during every service, Inez even more so when she could be. She attended the Christian private school nearby. Inez Apolline is apparently a soft tempered young girl, sweet and helpful, even if a bit apprehensive in certain situations.
Now, while these claims cannot be backed since the rest of the family is, well, dead, I believe it is important to note that many community members here noticed something was amiss. Many, even the pastor, had told me that they had made multiple reports to child services as they began noticing dangerous patterns within the family to no avail. According to the pastor himself, Inez had once confessed about a very disturbing happening that I will refrain from going into detail about out of respect for the missing girl. Each time child services would investigate, they would come up empty handed, which has lead to the church community becoming even more frustrated now that this crime and theorized kidnapping has taken place.
While I was not able to directly visit and take pictures of this crime scene, as it had already been cleaned up by the time I heard about this case, you all know I have my ways of finding things out! I was able to gather more information from other journalists (Fake it till you make it, you know? Sound important and theyāll listen! At least, thatās what I did ;3c) and here are the facts I know about the night of the crime:
1. The crime was committed in the evening, around dinner time, approximately between 5 and 7 pm.
2. Inezās mother was killed first in the kitchen, her younger brothers killed second together in their shared bedroom, and her father killed last in his study.
3. There was only one sign of forced entry, a large window in the back of the house smashed in. It was facing the woods. The front door was unlocked.
4. When investigating Inezās room, multiple things were slightly out of place. Drawers were pulled open, the closet in disarray (though he can only assume) and there were traces of bloody finger prints scattered about in these areas.
5. There was no sign of a struggle between the deceased family members. Each one of them had been taken by surprise and beaten to death with a blunt object, Mrs. Apolline the most desecrated of them all.
Many of the church members believe adamantly that Inez Apolline was kidnapped, and while I am inclined to agree, I feel there is more to this case they do not want to acknowledge.
For starters, usually these crimes are committed by people the family knows. However, it seems the only people this family truly had contact with was the church. Besides going to school, work, and services, the Apollineās allegedly did not venture out of their home unless absolutely necessary. Though you can never be sure, I personally do not believe any of the community members I interviewed perpetrated this crime.
The front door was unlocked, and even so there was one point of forced entry in the back. If the perpetrator of this crime successfully unlocked the front door and then proceeded inside, why break the window? And since the smashed glass showed that the window was indeed broken from the outside, why not just leave that way to prevent unveiling anymore evidence about yourself?
There is a lot of evidence, at least to me, that Inez Apolline herself was involved with the crime. She wouldāve been able to kill her family by surprise if she was already in the home, and letās be honest, none of them would probably except their little girl to do this to them, explaining the lack of retaliation or struggle. This would also explain why Mrs. Apolline took the brunt of the attack, as it lines up with what Iāve heard from the church-goers.
There is something that makes me even more curious, and you clever carnivores probably know what it is already.
Why stage a break in? And would Inez be smart enough to smash the window inwards? Would she know enough about crime scenes to know forensics can tell which way a window is smashed?
Before I continue, I want to be clear that the most of this post is all personal theories supported by what I know about this town so far.
I donāt believe Inez Apolline did this alone. Killing her family, perhaps, but getting away without a trace? This is the part that baffles me. Based on everything I know about this case and beyond, here is how I believe things went down:
Inez killed her mother in the kitchen with a blunt object, before going upstairs and killing her brothers and then father the same way. After this, someone came to help her, perhaps coming in through the front door if Inez let them in. Inez and the accomplice went back upstairs to pack her personal belongings. Before making their getaway, either Inez or the accomplice went to the back of the home and smashed the window in, staging a break in to throw authorities off their tails and then fleeing the scene together.
In my humble opinion, and I guess while technically still being a kidnapping, I believe Inez Apolline went willingly. And with how things go in this town, I doubt she will be back, or at least, we wouldnāt know.
This case has captivated me, I wonāt lie, my carnivores! So I will keep you up to date with it as best as I can, as I do with all other loose ends yet to be tied up!
Be safe out there! I donāt want to be writing about your body being discovered next ;)c
(Okay maybe I do but I feel like itād be rude to say that without the safety of these parentheses!! ><)
