Saturday, April 30, 2011

What is this I don't even.

Jeff showed up at my door about an hour ago. He came inside, and before he said anything, he handed me this.
 He said that this drawing shows the self inflicted "minor lacerations" mentioned in the autopsy report. After that, he got up and made a beeline for the door. I stopped him for a minute to ask him what was going on. He looked... nervous. Kept glancing over his shoulder, even when he had his back to the wall. He just shook his head and said that he didn't want to talk about it. I let him go after about a minute or so of prying.

Something isn't quite right here. Maybe I'll stop over his place tomorrow and make sure he's alright.

Friday, April 29, 2011


Well, Jeff isn't answering his cell phone. It looks like I'll have to wait until tomorrow to get those sketches he promised me.

Until then, I'll be playing Portal 2.

What? I'm allowed to have other hobbies.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011


It looks like I'm not going to get a chance to see the rest of the autopsy report, after all. My friend had made a copy of the other papers, but... something came up.When he told me what happened, I grabbed an old digital recorder that I have and got him to tell me the whole story again, in detail. The transcript of that conversation is below.

Me [D]: Alright, it's recording. Now, tell me: what the hell happened out there?

Jeff [J]: Like I told you. I was walking back to my car, and some fucker knocked me down, grabbed my bag, and ran off. I found the back-pack lying on the ground about fifty feet away, but the guy was gone and so were those papers.

D: Could you tell we what the man who attacked you looked like?

J: Eh, I dunno. I didn't get a really good look at him. Besides, I think he was wearing a red hoodie, and the hood covered like half his face. I couldn't really have seen much.

D: Was there anything else? Anything at all might help.

J: Umm... well, I think he might have been bleeding. A lot. The chest and neck of his sweatshirt was soaked, and there was some blood on my bag when I finally got it back. [Jeff seems uncomfortable.] Hey, Dan, can I tell you something?

D: Sure.

J: I don't think I really want to be involved in this anymore. You can keep following your little pet project, but I don't want anything to do with it. That fucker doesn't seem to want people seeing those papers.

D: Jeff, I think you're overreacting just a-

J: [Jeff leans forward, whispering now] I think you're underreacting. Some guy practically fucking mugged me in a parking lot, in broad daylight, to get my copy of the report. You can keep researching if you want, but count me out of it.

D: Alright, Jeff. If you really feel that way.

J: I do. [gets up to leave]

Later, Jeff told me that he remembered what the body diagrams in the report looked like, and that he would make me a sketch of them of he got the chance. For now, though, it looks like I'm on my own.

Monday, April 25, 2011

The Thick Plottens

Well, my buddy at the morgue (god, but that still sounds weird) came through. Here's the summary of the autopsy report that he printed off for me. I made sure to blur out the names of anyone who might not want that kind of thing out on the internet. I left in the first name of the dead guy, for obvious reasons.

It seems pretty vanilla, if you ask me. Except for the bit about multiple knife wounds on the neck. And the small lacerations on the forehead and chest... I asked my friend if he could get me a copy of the rest of the report. I think I might like to learn a little more about this "Michael"...

Saturday, April 23, 2011

I return!

Wow, how long has it been? Huh. I guess I forgot this was here for about... erm... two years. Eh. Seems like I wasn't missed much, anyway. But! I come with something that I find to be worth sharing with the internet. Here's a short blurb I saw in the paper a couple of days back:

A 21 year old man was found dead in his apartment yesterday evening after a neighbor called 911, saying he wouldn't answer his phone and that he hadn't been out of his apartment in over a day. The death was determined by the coroner to be a suicide, but details of the autopsy have been withheld from the public.

Alright, so I know what you're thinking: some poor guy couldn't take it anymore and offed himself. What of it? Well, I happen to have a friend who works at the morgue.


Not that there's anything wrong with that. Anyway, there are a few things that he said makes this case weird. First and foremost, they don't have the body anymore. Seems like someone misplaced it or something, which is why they're trying to avoid it getting into the papers. Because, quite frankly, that's just embarrassing.

When I asked him what the other odd factors were, he just shook his head and said he probably shouldn't talk about it. Anyway, I managed to talk him into getting me a copy of the autopsy report. He said that it was risky, but he would have it for me in a few days.

Now, I know what all of you are probably thinking right now: Daniel, why the fuck are you doing this? or, The dude's dead, what does it matter? or maybe even, Are you mentally ill?

To answer questions one and two, I'm a journalism major, it's my job to poke my nose in where it doesn't belong. As for the last one, no, I've checked. Kidding.

Well, that should wrap things up for now. If you want to see what comes of my little investigation, I suggest you stay tuned.