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CHAPTER 7:

A camera just goes on. You can now see the little Kyle who is managing the device to make it be able to film a major part of the room.

"Okay, I hope the video starts..."

Kyle sits down on the floor in front of the camera.

"Uhm... Hello everyone, my name is Kyle, I'm 8 years old and I'm hiding out at my friend Stan's house.

He's not here because he's been missing for a while, but his dad told me he was going to look for him."

Kyle suddenly got silent before he started talking again.

"I know he didn't disappear... I saw him... He was there, in front of me, he—"

A bug appears on the camera, so you can't hear anything that he said about his friend. The camera becomes normal after a bit of time.

"I wonder where he is now, I haven't seen him since the last time.

Is it good that he's gone?

I don't know...

He's still my best friend, even after what he did to me..."

Kyle stays silent again.

"I'll see about picking him up tonight.

And I think I'll take the camera with me, and hope for the best.

I'll have to avoid making noise because there are a lot of people here and my family lives here while the police investigate my house."

Kyle tuns his head to look out the window of the room.

"I wonder what I can do until it gets dark..."

He turns his head in the direction of the toys, which are behind him.

"Mmh... I don't really feel like playing right now..."

He begins to think.

"Uhm... Do you have any ideas? Or just questions?

You know, like- I could answer or something."

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Chapter 6:

BLOG N°3

Randy Marsh

05/03/2008 - 1.25 PM

Subject : Some news

I'm back after almost 3 days, taking care of little Kyle. How is this possible? Well, a few days ago, when I went to investigate at the Broflovski's, me and a kid who helped me found the body in pretty bad shape. The kid took care of him and I took him back to look after the poor boy. If you're interested, he's doing well, if you can call it that. He's often silent and quiet, but when I talk to him he answers me. That's a good thing, because the last time, he didn't really dare speak.

I gave him some of my son's toys and a phone that stays on all the time in case he needs to call me if there's a problem. The kid who was with us gave him a spirit box (a radio used to communicate with spirits) which I put around his neck like a necklace so he wouldn't lose it. He doesn't seem to mind its appearance, which is rather odd.

In short, everything's going well.

See you later for a new blog and a future video perhaps.

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CHAPTER 5:

TW : Blood and deformed body

BLOG N°

[No name here]

05/03/2008 - 3.33 AM

Subject : [No subject here]

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CHAPTER 4:

Back to Randy's POV :

Little Kyle's corpse was in the closet. I recognized him well. Seeing the horror that had befallen him made my body retch. I hurriedly opened the window and threw up over it.

Gregory watches me, not really affected by it.

The corpse was even more dilapidated than before. I have a feeling this image will stay with me forever... and I think I'll take a photo of it. It'll be good investigative material.

Gregory picks up the body and the detached parts, laying them on the bed. "I've got something to reattach his limbs," Gregory says, pulling out some thread. "Only wire?" I ask, not understanding how he can do this. He then takes out a knife without answering me, making holes in the skin of the separated body parts, passing the wire through the holes created. He seems to be concentrating on what he's doing, as if Kyle, or at least what's left of him, might be in pain. Even if it's impossible because he's dead... right?

I then approach with some hesitation, standing next to Gregory.

- He's got other organs missing, the child tells me.

- How can you tell?

- I checked it when you were at the window emptying your stomach.

- Ah... Right. So?

- He has no vital organs left, so heart, lung, brain and all that goes with it.

- It's horrible, isn't it?

- Yes.

The body starts to move, sitting up. I quickly become frightened and step back from the bed, a shiver running down my spine. The body remains frozen once seated, and Gregory doesn't seem to want to stop there. "Do you feel better like this? Does it hurt less?" Gregory asks the corpse without getting an answer. A deathly silence fills the room as Gregory approaches Kyle with a sort of mini radio: "You can communicate with us through this object, right? I don't know if you can see it, but it's right in front of you."

Kyle slowly turns his head towards Gregory, relying on the sound of his voice.

- I imagine you must be confused about your situation, but there's nothing to worry about. I'll help you find your way to "the other world", Gregory tells Kyle. But you're going to have to answer a few questions... Good. First: how do you feel?

- I'm scared... replies Kyle after a long silence.

- What are you afraid of?

- Of him...

- The one who did this to you?

- Yes, but not only him...

- Who else?

- I don't know who he is, but he's got a mean streak...

- Can you describe his appearance? I'll try to stop him.

- He... He looks like a shadow... with two luminous white eyes... He looks like a human but... different...

- Is that all you know?

- Yes...

Gregory begins to think, puzzled by this description. I don't think I've ever seen anyone who could possibly resemble that description.

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CHAPTER 3:

We enter the room, looking around.

- No one's there, Randy seems to assert.

- And yet the room doesn't look uninhabited.

- What do you mean, "uninhabited"?

- An entity is here. I can feel it. Even if it doesn't seem to want to interact with us.

Randy is confused by my answer but doesn't seem to want to say anything more.

"You've never interacted with entities," I ask. "No, I haven't," he answers. It's at this point that I say to myself that I've got to be careful how I handle this spirit.

I set up the equipment I'd brought with me and ask various questions without getting any answers. The minutes tick by quickly, so I decide to get up and stand in the middle of the room. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to help you." So I try to reassure the spirit that's with us in this room but I don't really get any answers, just a little noise, really light, coming from the closet.

So I decide to go and open it, discovering something I hadn't expected.

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CHAPTER 2:

Mr. Marsh took the Broflovskis into his home to give them a break.

At around 10:30 p.m., I went to the Broflovskis' residence to investigate. As I entered, a very negative vibe could be felt... as if something horrible inhabited the place.

- Who are you? asked a voice a few feet away.

- Gregory. I was called in a while ago to help find some evidence, I reply.

- Oh... I see.

- What's your name?

- I'm Randy, the one who... called.

- Oh. Right.

- I didn't expect to see anyone so... young.

- Uhm... is that a problem?

- No, no! Not at all!

- Well... let's get started.

Randy and I set off for the dead child's room to find what we needed.

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CHAPTER 1:

BLOG N°1

Randy Marsh

08/02/2008 - 9.07 PM

Subject : Disappearance

Hello and welcome to my blog,

Today is my first time on this platform that I have just discovered.

Let's not delay and get started.

I've been investigating paranormal events here in South Park for a few weeks now, which I think have something to do with the disappearance of my son Stanley.

He disappeared a month ago, without a trace.

Strange, isn't it?

It's like he vanished into thin air, like a ghost.

I'd like you, if you see my son, to contact me at the email address at the end of the blog to tell me where you've seen him.

Thank you for reading this blog.

randymarsh21032024@southpark.us

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BLOG N°2

Randy Marsh

02/03/2008 - 7.58 PM

Subject : Track

Hello everyone,

I think I have a lead on these paranormal phenomena. In fact, everyone has probably noticed that these phenomena are linked to an illness. I don't mean that we're sick, but rather that "something" makes us that way.

Let's get down to business: I had the chance to investigate the home of a close friend yesterday, Gérald Broflovski, who found his son dead in his bedroom.

His son, Kyle, had been slit open at the throat, limbs detached, no eyes, no insides. his skull consisted of emptiness.

I asked Gerald what he saw, but he didn't really answer. The only thing he said was, "Ghosts don't exist."

I'm going back to the Broflovski house tonight, hoping to find some answers.

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PROLOGUE

South Park, Colorado, United States.

Date: 2008

In the seemingly tranquil atmosphere of South Park, eight-year-old Stanley Marsh lives with his family like so many other children. However, a series of missing children has shaken the community, most recently including Stan. The town, once serene, is now shrouded in a veil of anxiety and suspicion. Every street corner seems to conceal an ominous mystery, every shadow a potential danger. For Stanley's family, every day is a struggle to find their beloved son, while fear and despair permeate their daily lives. In this atmosphere heavy with secrets and mistrust, his family's quest takes them into a whirlwind of emotions and dangers, where every clue uncovered brings them a little closer to the truth, but also a little closer to peril. Between hope and despair, Randy Marsh, the father, faces the unknown with courage, determined to unravel the mystery of the missing children that are shaking his town and threatening his own home.