Justine

In 1957 in a place called Thorald Ontario A 17 year old girl disappeared she was never found the following is the transcribe of a recently released interview between The head detective and the last person to see her. **********************************************************************************

“Hello ____ my name is Detective____ I asked you here to talk about your school mate Justine, you said you had some information on her disappearance.”

Papers rustling

“Yes, I didn't really know her other then seeing her around school... but I'm certain I was the last to see her...”

Sobs

“Describe who Justine was.”

“Justine was beautiful in everything she did she made friends as easily as most people made toast. The Ideal person I guess you could say smart, funny, desirable, If you can think of a positive quality she was it.”

“What changed?”

“I'm not completely sure what happened that turned her into what ever you want to call what she is today. Speculations go from her snapping ever since her boyfriend left her to the death of her gerbil sending her spiralling towards insanity.”

“What physical differences were there?.”

“About a week ago she showed up at school and her hair looked like they were wires, there was bald spots and one eye just did not blink it stayed open the whole time in class I mean I was trying hard not to stare But I just could not look away from that one eye that stared deep into the air itself.”

“Didn't anyone try to speak to her?”

“Teachers... students, and even her friends alike attempted to ask her what was bothering her and the only response anyone got from her was just a twitch of the eyelid that was still in motion. She went to all her classes in a zombie state answering none of questions the teachers threw at the class and doing no work, and just staring blankly at the front chalkboard then getting up when the bell rang and continuing to her next class. At lunch she was not seen.”

“So how did you discover what you allegedly know?”

“I had to find out what was up, it was so weird. So I followed her after school. She didn't leave through a normal exit she walked out the back. At the back of our school is a pathetic under budgeted field then forest for miles...”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“Continue...”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“...anyways, I followed her all the way to the forest, I tried to keep a distance at first but when she got into the forest I ran through the field to catch up I figured she was oblivious to the world regardless <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">and I knew I would loose her if I didn't stay close.”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“You understand that's stalking correct?”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“Yes, I'm aware that it's pretty stalker-ish but hey, she was in a more fucked up condition then I could be called stalking. She walked through the forest for at least twenty minutes as I followed dodging the trees and bushes she didn't notice me at all as I observed semi hidden (it didn't take much effort to not be noticed) she walked straight into a clearing no more then ten meters times 10 meters large.”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“Tell me about the clearing”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was the smell of decay and nothing less. The ground was a browned red with what I thought was twigs scattered around. Within the area of the clearing there was nothing green growing not even a tree, Yet the leaves of the surrounding trees cast shade throughout the entire area.”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“When she got there what did you do?”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“She sat down crossed legged in the exact centre of the clearing. A squirrel jumped onto her lap and cuddled up into a ball. She looked down and smiled. She then picked it up and ripped off the tail in a single yank. The squirrel was still alive but showed no attempt to escape. I almost fucking vomited with the proceedings.” '''<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">Gagging sounds. '''

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“Please continue I need this information for my investigation.”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“I'm sorry it's just a little hard to think about... She lifted to her mouth slowly, flipped it around and ... and she fucking bit off the damn things leg! <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">The squirrel wasn't even flinching! I watched as she chewed! I heard the bones like she was eating chips!

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“Sir! Please calm down then speak.” <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">Thirty seconds of silence with____'s heavy breath's.  <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“...After the most disturbing two minutes of chewing I've ever bared witness to she continued with the other three legs... The squirrel alive the whole fucking time!

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“Eh-hem!... And what did she do after she ate the squirrels legs?”

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">“Sorry....She set the limbless squirrel to her left and then smiled, It was still alive, but calm not showing the slightest sign of pain.” <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">White noise for ten seconds.

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">Undefined whispers...female voice 

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">End. <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">***********************************************************************************

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:'lucidagrande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:14px;text-align:left;">Please, If anyone has any information on what happened that day contact me asap. I need to know for... personal reasons.