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[Since Dairine dicovered it in the library, the contents of John Winchester's journal has been the subject of study and discussion. It's extensive, though, covering decades of information and accounts of the Winchester family business - saving people, hunting things. A brief selection from 2005 that was clearly added in a different hand than much of the original text mysteriously appears in every resident's journal, reading the following:]

Ft. Wayne, Indiana - Bloody Mary

A.K.A. Mary Worthington. Local Beauty Queen. Wannabe Actress.

3/29 - someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cutting her eyes out with a knife. In her final moments, she tried to write the name of her assailant but only got around to write T-R-E which local cops suspected was Trevor Sampson, a surgeon. He was never brought in.

After her death, her spirit lingered on and lived in the mirror in front of which she had died. She went along with the mirror everywhere and while haunting it, killed all those who kept gruesome secrets by gouging out their eyes when someone says "Bloody Mary" three times in front of any mirror and sets her off.

She nearly took us out, but at the last minute we flipped the mirror around on her and she bled out just like the rest of her victims. Good riddance, bitch.


[A picture accompanies the text, imprinted at the bottom corner of the page. Those who have already encountered the mirrors might find her bloody tears oddly familiar...]

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[The Wendigo is a clever creature, capable of both immense speed and stealth. It can imitate human voices to near perfection, a hunting technique it uses to draw out the love ones of its victims for one simple purpose: more food. To that end, it finds the Tenth Doctor's journal quite useful. Late Friday night, residents of Paradisa are treated to its best rendition of the dear Doctor's own death.]

No! Don't come any closer... Save yourselves... Run! RUN!!! ARGH!!!!!

Hey you! Yes you, you ugly thing. You don't want them... I'm a Time Lord... Much more tastier than them. I have time running through my veins! Humans will give you indigestion.

[Grunt... Hiss... Grunt... Gasp... Muffled Cry... Moan...] Gu-AHH! ARGH!!!! ARRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[Some time passes, and when the Wendigo goes back out to wander the woods, it leaves the journal sitting open in the small, dark cave. As the night wears on, the voices of Serin and Conan can be heard, semi conscious and struggling.

The sounds of movement and exertion from Serin are few and far between. She feels like she's fourteen again, body broken and throbbing from the failed augmentations. As it was, she could feel broken bones now; cracked ribs, fractured arm. It's come from a struggle with the monster and the following days in restraint. She'd learned the tricks to resisting torture, to keep sensitive intel from leaking, but this was something different. She knew whatever had captured her wasn't interested in the UNSC's darkest secrets, ONI's dirtiest lies. Still, familiarity brought her comfort, and the moments she found enough strength to speak she did.
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Rear Admiral Serin Osman, Office of Navel Intelligence, service number 39489-72738-SO ...

[The first thing Conan is aware of is pain.

It stabs through him, clouding his mind and awareness. But even in a half-conscious state, the awareness that something was wrong is enough to rouse him. He groans as he forces his mind to work through the pain and drowsiness.

Dully, he begins to assemble the clues. Dark. Cold, but with a scent of dampness. Nothing below him, and the pressure of restraints suspending him from the ceiling.
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A cave... And a kidnapping. But why?

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