California - The Myer's Home

It all came suddenly at the sound of a loud crashing and bashing that struck once upon their door and not anymore. And when it fell, it fell heavy, upon the welcome mat that adorned the ground just outside of that door that had been struck and it was a box well packaged with no mark or indentation whether by pen or abuse.

Within this box was hidden a record, a visual cassette, marked with the letters "SEE," written largely upon it's surface. It's contents remained ambiguous and unknown until that moment in time when the eyes of those within would gaze upon it from beyond the flashing box.

And it's contents were thus over a thin sheet of white noise;

A ladder.

An infant.

A beggar.

A moth.

A child.

A crowd.

A White Mask unknown.

And all throughout were words spoken underneath a thicker shroud of white noise and it's voice was familiar, too familiar, yet unrecognizable, as that of a reflection upon the surface of still waters caught in the ripples of stones thrown. Until it's end did such waters still and it spoke with a voice familiar, a voice all too familiar;

"I am so sorry!"

Upon the voice's ceasing there came to the screen footage taken from far and it was that of a mask known all too well and in his hand there was held a knife blanketed in blood. Abruptly it ceased and all fell silent in serenity, in peace.

Someone knows more then they should.

Tucked away within Lauren's stack of music notes...

A video cassette hidden underneath a sweater within the trunk of Lauren's car.

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