I started with the murders; the murders caused a tsunami of rumors to erupt and bury the town of Talisman alive. Nobody made sense, every story was as far fetched as the last and none of these stories seemed in the least bit grounded with reality. Yet I suppose that's what happens when you take a real story and dice it up into tiny pieces and serve it to people, they eat it right up but they are never satisfied and no matter how many times you try to piece it together again it never makes a whole truth again. It's my job to find the truth. I am by nature a detective and I've always found myself unknowingly unraveling some strange mystery.

Children used to play detective for fun but for me it was never a game.

I've always been on a endless search for answers and I stop at nothing to solve a new mystery. Even as a child I was constantly questioning everything around me.

I have a one track mind when ever I'm on the trail of a good mystery.

I am of course your usual private eye detective; I'm one those typical super serious Dick Tracey kind of characters.

The only trouble is I'm a woman. I have no problem being born a female but female detectives as you know are hard to come by especially in a world dominated by men.

So I started off small, finding people's lost animals until I was brave enough to deal with people. I don't care for people too much,infact I much prefer animals over people but I tolerate them fairly well. Besides it's people that pay me not the animals so I've had to compromise working for humans instead.

Bad joke I know. You're probably not laughing.

Anyway my name is Magenta.

Magenta Twickham Gloriana.

Age:27

Height: 5"10

Weight:155

Eyes: Brown.

I have a squished nose and masculine forehead.

I hate my forehead, I look like a Klingon half blood every time i see my face in the mirror.

The rest of me is okay I suppose. I'm slightly wiry but I'm pretty much all muscle since I'm fiercely active most of the time. Yes I admit it I'm incredibly fit but I'm not one to brag about it. Yet enough about that, enough about me,let's talk about the case.

I saw the body they carried out that day.

It was the first of many deaths that would occur in Talisman.

It was busy year for the coroners I'm sure still it was sad year nonetheless.

Anyway that body was a mass of what looked like melted rubber due to the fact that every bone in his body was missing.

They found that little freak show in the girls bathroom of one of the most exclusive and expensive schools in all of Talisman. There were some dense woods nearby, no more than 100 feet, that many of the students jokingly labelled as the forbidden forest.

It was of course no joke. It was completely off bounds for any students to enter and it was off limits for a reason.

They'd tell those kids it was private property but that's not the reason it was forbidden.

I know for a fact that not even a inch of that forest belongs to anybody because I've done extensive research on it in the past.

Nobody will dare touch even a single tree in those woods.

Nobody will even put a foot in that forest all except me of course.

When I was a journalist working for the Talisman Times I had to write an article on it and as boring as that sounds I actually spent the night in those woods. These woods were rumored to be haunted.

My boss at the time was not interested in the subject at first but he challenged me anyway.

He claimed he wouldn't have my article published unless i actually investigated those woods firsthand. It wasn't really a joke, although everybody at the press thought it was hilarious.

He wasn't challenging me he was daring me.

However I took it as a challenge and accepted it whole heartedly.

So to his surprise I scooped up my notepad, threw my writing utensils into my bag, I headed home grabbed a sleeping bag and packed up a small tent and I camped out there for the night.

I wrote down everything I saw and heard and naturally the article was a success.

Now that everyone at the press saw what I could do, the Talisman Times sent me on all sorts of missions to explore old houses and abandoned areas with permission of course beforehand.

You see i had nerves of steel. It wasn't just my nerves that were strong, it was my character and my mental prowess.

It was then when pursuing my career I'm journalism that I realized my true path and I knew that I was meant to become a private eye detective. It wasn't easy to get there but with my fierce determination, my sharp mental capabilities and my immense fearlessness in the field has given me quite a fine reputation.

I am somewhat of a danger junkie I'll admit and I have some real ninja skills.

When I say ninja skills I'm not jumping off rooftops but I am quite capable of defending myself due to the fact that I've taken every defense class out there not to mention all the Tai Chi, Karate and and yoga lessons I've had in the past.

The yoga was a mistake. I mean it was okay for awhile but there was this one teacher that claimed he could control objects with his mind.

I stopped going to that class cause it was a waste of money and I don't believe in any of that meditation nonsense.

I tried his methods once and I didn't have to meditate. The guy was obviously an idiot cause moving object with your mind doesn't take years of practice. When I was a kid I managed to levitate a spoon off the ground in less than 30 minutes.

Some people have to make things so complicated.

I went home one time from one of those idiotic lessons and I managed to do the same thing in even less time.

That's just small potatoes compared to the old Jedi mind tricks I've put on people.

I've been able to use them on a few people during police investigations. Police rarely question me because of this.

I've gotten so good lately that now I'm practically invisible.

In fact lately I've been able to enter crime scenes without even being noticed at all.

It's a weird gift but it works and besides all the telekinesis and telepathy stuff I have certain senses about people.

I'm not psychic and I don't read auras but when it come to people I know a bad egg when I see one.

I also can sense danger. Dangerous situations are my specialty of course so when danger comes my way I know how to track it, sniff it out and expose it and if do my job right I can hopefully stop it.

Meanwhile there was a strange creamy liquid on that bathroom floor that looked like Velveeta but smelled like formaldehyde.

It formed a yellow puddle on the floor that seems to never be mopped up.

The janitor just cleaned it up but the liquid keeps coming back up.

People keep complaining about that bathroom reeking of blood even though he cleans it everyday from top to bottom.

It seems every time he cleans the smell just keeps getting stronger.

Now nobody comes to use this bathroom anymore and the janitor refuses to clean this place any longer.

He claims he saw someone in the mirror.

He wasn't the only one to complain about such things.

Several school girls came forward to say that they felt a ominous presence that was watching them with great intent.

A few were bold enough to say they actually saw a face.

The mirror was badly damaged. It looked like someone had smashed it with their fist.

The janitor claimed he had never touched the mirror and I think that one of those girls would have mentioned punching their fist through a mirror.

There was something odd about the damage on that mirror.

When I examined it more closely I found that the glass wasn't curving into a inward dent the damaged area was curving outward almost as if someone had punched at it on the other side which is quite impossible at least for any well respectable human.

The Janitor told me more about his encounter and he was on his way to mop up that puddle of yellow ooze when he saw a man staring at him.

At first he thought it was simply a reflection of something behind him but to his horror the image was actually part of the mirror itself and not in fact the background behind him.

The face was austere scowling and pallid, it was gaunt and grimacing, a ghostly face that had menacing wrinkles etched upon his face.

He whitened hair with slight steaks of grey which offered very coverage on top of his head but curved down the sides of his skull.

He had huge eyebrows and he was extremely tall, clearly a giant among men and he was painfully thin.

I know the full description because I've seen him myself and I've seen this monster that that Janitor spoke of.

I don't know what he is but he definitely isn't human and he's most likely not even native to this world.

There is so much I don't know about him, this offers me a challenge. This is a challenge I will accept willingly.

I want to know who that man is that came from. the mirror.

Who is he? What does he want?

Is he possibly behind the series of murders?

There have been a few reports that some of bodies from these recent murders were never recovered.

They didn't just disappear they didn't even make it to the morgue.

Meanwhile a few months before a Funeral home opens.

Everyone claims it's always been

there.

Concidence or is this austere gentleman responsible for the missing corpses?

I am determined to find out.