Saturday, January 27th
What the hell possessed me to go to the library looking for information on the Slasher? I spent all day there today. From opening till closing, searching.
Terry entrusted this information to me for some reason. I feel obligated to finish the work she started. The stuff in this folder is the last thing she was working on before she...
Before she died.
I have to do this for her. I have to finish this for her. I owe her. That's what it is.
She was so excited about this.
I feel like there's something here that just has to be done
Tuesday, January 30th
My God...I must be the dumbest girl on the face of the planet. The years that are gone from the newspaper archives coincide with the years that Terry wrote that the Slasher was active. So do the years that all those teenagers died.
There wasn't a virus. That was a load of shit. They were killed by this Springwood Slasher guy.
Why did they try to cover it up? Were they trying to protect tourism or something? Christ...
Although, that kinda makes sense, doesn't it? No one would want to move here if they knew there was a killer on the loose. Even if they caught him or he died, the town would still be marked by his reign of terror.
And it was a long one too. I wonder how old the Slasher is? He's gotta be ancient by now if he's still alive, because according to Terry's notes, he was a busy, busy guy for close to forty years.
I know it sounds terrible, but I kinda hope he's dead...most of his victims were teenage girls who lived on Elm Street and I find that to be more than a little bit creepy.
Monday, February 5th
Dad called again last night. I didn't want to talk to him so I just hung up on him.
He was drunk, you know that? Totally smashed on a Sunday night. Bastard.
I bet you anything F.K. was a better father than mine is...
He certainly looks the part.
I hate to admit it, but there's something inviting about him...familiar.
Papa. That's who he reminds me of. Not dad. They look similar, but the eyes are definitely more like Papa's than dad's.
I miss Papa. I should write to him.
Not that he'll understand the letters now or anything...he didn't even know me last time I went to see him. But it's something to do other than my research.
Which seems to be all I've been doing lately. I stayed after work again today, this time looking for stuff on the Slasher.
Nothing. Not a single scrap. It was one of the biggest news items in the history of Springwood and I'm sure it must've been reported, but I guess termites and flood damage aren't picky about what they ruin.
Since I can't find any reference to him in any of the newspapers here, I'm going to call one of my school friends from Michigan and ask him to look around the archives up there for me. See what he can find out about this.
Wednesday, January 7th
I feel really, really sick.
And it's not just the fact that Terry decided to leave me her incomplete case files about the Slasher.
I've got a nasty case of the flu.
Beyond nasty.
It's come out of nowhere and I'm stuck in bed until the Doctor clears me.
He said it'll probably take a week or more.
So I'm stuck in bed with nothing to do and no way to get to the library to work on my report.
This sucks.
