User:Jedimaster1235

"John"

March 20th 1989: reports of a phantom" appear" April 3rd 1989: reports of missing persons appear.

Hello. My name is George fritz and I have been a officer of California's police department for over a decade. And nothing has terrified me more than the day I met john. As you can tell from the description of files above, I have knowledge. I'm only putting it on this website because you nerds could possibly help. The case of the "phantom" or john showed up in the late 80's. Sort of around slender man's time. Of course we know that slender man isn't real. Anyway, I had gotten a cal laying reports of the phantom were occurring on February 21st, 1992. So I did the regular thing and decided to go check it out. Anyway so I get to this big playground right? You got your blue see-saw, the slides and shit like that. Anyway There was a house nearby and I guessed the call came from there. So I knock on the door and I hear a whisper from inside." I can't talk now, he's watching us." I paused, a little tense since I was alone at 12:30 and I was being "watched." I pulled out my wallis talkie and called for backup in case I was watched. I decided to head by the playground since a lamp was lit near a picnic table. It was dead silence. The leaves from trees rustled and I heard my boots crunch twigs and gravel under my feet when I paused. I wasn't sure because I needed glasses far away, but I swore someone was on the swing set a few feet away. He was wearing a black cloak, a black hat with a large brim, and a white line across. Almost like a barber quartet hat. And his face. He didn't have one. All I saw was a white opera mask. It was the tragedy type one and it had tears on the side. Except they were red, possibly blood. He swung back and forth slowly with his head cocked at me. I took my walkie asking for my friend Jeff to hurry up. I pulled out my pistol and looked at the creature." Alright kid, jokes over. What are you doing?" I asked but with no reply. The thing got up slowly and started approaching me." What are you?" I said peering into the mask as it was now in front of me. I froze with fear as it put its hand to the mask's mouth using his black hand in the position of the "Shh" signal and said."I'm What nightmare's are made from." His voice was deep and calm and I think I wet my pants. The swing began to move as a gentle breeze came and the lamp flickered. The swing made a rusty noise with each movement and as the light went out the thing was gone and I ran. I didn't know if I was followed but I slept at the department that night with the lights on. I decided to look into case files and see if there were any leads. I did notice however it had stated that the creature, from a eyewitness said they had seen the thing before as a drawing, by a account on Instagram. The name was Doug_twd. I whipped out my phone and searched the account. I soon scrolled threw all the posts until I found drawings. There were many and it was unsettling looking at the face. I had messaged the account asking for a reply as to why he drew it but got no answer and was blocked. However the next day when I got home my wife Samantha gave me a package from the mail. It was a old cassette tape labeled." 1968 Phantom of the opera play" I decided to watch it and I took notes. In the beginning it was static and loose frames. I saw a clothing rack and some actors chatting with the cameraman/woman and paused it. In the corner of the screen I noticed the same figure. Watching. I took a picture and continued watching. There was static and a loud horribly scream. Not that fake stuff you hear on television. I mean like real scream. It was a mans voice and he sounded in pain. The next shot was of flames burning the stage and audience members running as the camera rested on what appeared to be a table. I looked as I saw the character again looking down from a balcony at the camera. After a few minutes the screen went black and nothing happened. I then saw a man covered in blood holding the camera quivering with fear as the thing walked slowly towards him from behind." If your watching this please destroy this tape. We don't know what happened. But that thing does horrible things! It-" the man was cut off and the camera dropped sideways showing the man struggling as the creature dragged him away screaming until flames consumed the screen and the tape stopped. I did some more research on the phantom showing that during the play of the phantom of the opera. 14 people died due to a mysterious fire, all seeming to be the cause of the creature. I decided to check out the theater it was at with a officer named Ronan. We looked around and found nothing. It smelled like the smell of flames at a BBQ, and there were ashes everywhere. As we looked around I noticed what looked like someone standing behind some rubble so I removed it and screamed. Behind the rubble was the creature. Burnt and impaled on a metal pipe sticking out of concrete. Although I had found the thing I was still confused. I ran out of the building with Ronan except now there was no building. Just ashes. The next day I got another tape. It was a interrogation recorder. I heard a officer and a man's voice. Officer: Alright Mr. Graham your safe. Now, what's wrong?" Graham: Are you sure we're safe? Officer: "yes." Graham: that horrible face! It was the play. Nobody knows where he came from. He just started taking people. Officer: taking people? Graham: yes. He just waited and made people disappear. They were all apart of the phantom of the opera act different years, different relatives. Officer: what happened? Graham: I just left work, me and this girl Emily were in the play. It had been a while since I saw her and asked our manager where she was. He said she had left but I said her car was still in the parking lot. But that thing. That horrible mask! Emily was lying across the ground by its feet covered in blood. All he said was" the show must go on." Officer: why do you think he did it then? Graham: I don't know, back in the 20's there was a actor called John walker. He died in a fire there while everyone else escaped. Maybe he just wants revenge? Officer: how do you know this. Graham: my manager told me. Officer: What happened to the body? Graham: nobody knows, but some say it was buried in the basement- Oh my god! It's here! It's here! Shoot it! Officer: H-Oh shit! *two shots fired* there was a long silence after that except for footsteps. I decided to go back to the theater, except now it was only the foundation that remained. I dug around the concrete until I found a hand. Then a boot. And a mask. I examined the body. The flesh had decayed and seemed severely burnt. I decided to give it a proper burial and went home. Except he was there." W-Why do you so this!?" I asked trembling. There was a long silence. He got up, looked at me and said." Because it's fun." That was the last time I ever saw that thing. Or "john." Although I saw him in pictures every few years. Although the disappearances have stopped, the nightmares thrive.
 * chair sliding across floor and moving forward*