This is going all house of zone. I'm serious. I need to know EVERY STEP of this. And we need someone else independent to corroborate. I don't think you truly understand what this means. It means that the literary world will explode. Your documentation needs to be perfect on this. The hand writing is correct. It matches his style perfectly. 

 

But if you are correct, and we can find someone independent to confirm what you claim, then we're going to be famous. It also pisses me off. Any clues as to the point of origin of the paper and/or ink? We need to figure out the source of this forgery.

 

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I'm writing this in hopes that I wrote this in vain.

 

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...came to great bear island as part of an illegal archeology expedition. I had been refused access to the island by the government because of a "biological hazard". The island had been quarantined for years and word was that the were never going to let anyone onto the island for some time to come. The place always called to me, for some reason, ever since I first heard of it.

 

That is when I was approached by a man who referred to himself as, C. I did overhear someone call him by the name Al at one point. He had many friends who were willing to help him and while I got a very nasty vibe about all this, he had the ability to get me to Great Bear island and finance my expedition. He had provided evidence that the "biological hazard" was a fabrication and he desired to figure out why there was a coverup.

 

Frankly, I didn't care. I just wanted to find out if my calculations were right. If I could find the underground shelter where Jenny's two friends had killed each other, it would make my career.

 

It never occurred to me that Al might have another reason for helping me.

 

I only took two friends of mine who could be trusted, and Al sent over six other people who were a member of Al's cult.

 

Yes. I use the word cult. I didn't know it at the time, but I know now. When I found out it was a cult, I didn't believe it. Until I found out everything they believed in was true.

 

Damn it's hard to think.

 

We were abandoned on the island. I didn't figure this out until that snow storm came up and I tried to cancel the expedition. This is when I found out they were armed. We walked on and followed my route until we got to the location. It was covered with ice. They bought ground penetrating radar and revealed that there was a shelter under the snow pack.

 

It was at this point that we tried to escape. I'll save you the details, but we were captured again, and Troy was shot as punishment. I made it clear that I was the master mind, but they said "I was needed". They kept us bound at that point.

 

I had many notes about everything, including much of my unfinished book that I was working on. However, you will noticed everything here is on hard copy. I just like printing out sections I was editing and worked-

 

I'm wasting time.

 

I got away and I'm in a cave. I know this cave from QM's notes and stories about the island. When the weather dies down, I will head to the lighthouse where the military maintains a listening post. I know I will be going to jail for violating the quarantine, but better to be alive in jail, then dead on this island.

 

It... I cannot believe I am writing this. Trombley was in that shelter. I saw him. None of the others could, but I could. He just walked out of the shadows. The eight of us were down there. Me and Josh were tied up and Trombley came right out of the shadows. I thought I was hallucinating when he walked through people. It was like a hologram. The strange thing was, the cultists were trying to summon him. They were... I dunno. Chanting? Piling up hard drives on top of the metal desk down there. Lighting candles and chanting and Trombley just walked out of the shadows and nobody saw him.

 

He... stuck his... hand? Was that a hand? Into my backpack over by the ladder. Then he walked over to the desk and reached his hand into the hard drives. I didn't say anything. I just stared. Then they cultists were murmuring to each other. They were confused. They thought they did something wrong. I asked Josh if he has seen anything but he just shook his head. I think they thought Trombley would appear. They couldn't see him.

 

Then Trombley was inside Josh.

 

I could see them both on top of each other. Superimposed and-

 

He pulled his hand out of his handcuffs. In the process I heard his bones in his hand snapping as a long strip of skin was peeled away. Josh then stood up and walked over to the six cultists and-

 

The light went out and there was screaming and the flash from the muzzle of a pistol which burned disjointed images into my mind and then-

 

The hatch was open. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs. My backpack was in my hand and I no longer was in handcuffs but I could smell... I... don't know how it became day or how I was standing there but when I looked down I was standing in a puddle of-

 

...

 

I should have looked, but I didn't. I wasn't sure what had happened but I wasn't going to waste time and I climbed the ladder two rungs at a time and slammed the hatch closed before I took off towards the sea. I wasn't sure where I was going but I know what path Jenny had taken and I knew which direction to take and if I ran hard. I could get to the abandoned whale processing plant before dark. I only briefly looked back as I ran.

 

I saw nothing save a trail of reddish-brown footsteps that were getting fainter with every step I took away from there.

 

I know I should have looked for Josh, but something told me he was dead. I knew they were all dead. Josh had killed them all, then killed himself. 

 

My JM is still in my bag, but it's dead. The power works, but the hard drive is wiped clean. I found some more notes. Some I managed to take with me. Some were with the cultists. But the parts I read make things- Well... it is all insane, but the-

 

...

 

I'm trying to remember what I read.

 

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...It was harder to "chew" and Trombley would follow a story if the story was broken up, so if you wrote a story and broke up the pages, you could make Trombley travel all over the island looking for the story.

 

In this way, you could weave a trap. The Quonset Manager had devoted himself to creating a complex web to keep Trombley trapped on the island.

 

Well, it seems to have been failing. 

He seems to have been freed.

 

I'm writing this down so if I die, someone will know what happened. I regret not giving you more, but most of my evidence was on my JM. You can check copies of my notes back home. Maybe you can figure out who this "Al C" is. I think a picture of him might be on my condo's security tapes. He's the one responsible for all this. If you don't believe my hallucinations, that's fine. My friends are still dead. Find him and arrest him. Thanks for avenging me, if you manage to do that.

 

I'm writing this on the back of my work notes. So if anything happens to me, please try and finish my book. It was my life's work.

 

For what it's worth, It's good to know that Jennifer was real. I found absolute proof, even if my universe is crumbling around me.

 

I am going to get some sleep. I hope to make it to the Lighthouse at daybreak.