The Whitmore Hotel – Part 2

This one probably left me the most unnerved of anything that happened. It happened some months after the first story I posted, with a few minor incidences in the interim. It was a Saturday night, I remember this distinctly because the amount of incoming and outgoing guests we see on this particular night of the …

Daughter’s Drawings Part 6: A Man in a Mask

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 On May 18th, 2015, Katelyn Lorraine Botic was kidnapped from our home in Colorado. Even in the absence of activity from our stalker, we had never let our guard down, although my wife and I agreed that we had a gut feeling …

Daughter’s Drawings Part 5: A Trip Back

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 After making a copy of the picture, I took the contents of the package I’d received to the police. Just as I had figured, the fingertips were much too damaged for any kind of identification. They checked the box itself for DNA, but it …

Daughter’s Drawings Part 4: A Change of Scenery

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 It was March, the month of my daughter’s eighth birthday. As the days got closer, my anxiety rose; I felt like this would be prime time for this sick fuck to do something again. We got all the presents Katie wanted for her birthday, and arranged to …

Daughter’s Drawings Part 3: A Time For Giving

Part 1 | Part 2 Things were fine for a few months, with nothing eventful happening. I found myself going crazy at the notion of not being able to do anything about what had happened. I’d forced myself to accept that the pool in the picture was a stand-in for the lake, and that this …

Daughter’s Drawings Part 2: A Town Called Long Lake

Part 1 Long Lake was a small town of cabins that people vacationed at; I don’t think there were any permanent residents. The people who worked at the general store and restaurant there commuted from the town about 20 miles away. By this late in the summer, people were scarce, if even there at all. …

Daughter’s Drawings Part 1: A Diner Called Daisy’s

I’m posting this here because this seems to be the place that people could truly appreciate what’s happened to my family and I. This situation started a long time ago, but it’s all come to a head now. The following entries will give an idea of everything that’s gone on up until now, and when …

The Agoraphobic Journals – Part 3

Just to clear something up, my friend and I went over these together. He knows what this man went through just as much as I do. My friend, though, does not believe in the paranormal or supernatural in any capacity, so he shrugged it all off. Me, being the believer I am, chose to transcribe …

The Agoraphobic Journals – Part 2

Well, frankly speaking, there’s no point in drawing out an introduction, so here we go. January 2nd, 2013 Another New Years spent alone, watching TV, wallowing in my own self pity. On top of that, I’m fucking terrified. The visitor stayed in the attic since the first time he appeared in my bedroom doorway. Until …