The VH Report

March 3rd

I found her, the one that got away. I saw her drive by while I was getting gas in some small Louisiana town. Maiveil I think it’s called. That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I found her, and she won’t be escaping this time.

March 7th

I would think after escaping she would change her appearance. Maybe she thought I would never find her again. She’s goes by Allison Stevenson now and she works 2 to 10 at Murphy’s Gym. Her home residence is 1171 County Rd 314, which is about twenty minutes outside of Maiveil. She lives there with a man. I don’t know much about him. He looks like a lumberjack, big and bearded. I wonder if he knows the truth about her. Probably not. If he did, I doubt he’d be with her. If he does know the truth yet he continues to stay with her, then he’s even worse than her.

March 8th

Today was ‘Allison’, Subject 3E’s day off. She never left her house, not even once. I don’t know what she’s planning but it can’t be good. I know that man must be helping her. Maybe he’s delivering the bodies or burying them. I must stop them. My shoulder hurt all day today. The wound was probably reacting to her presence. I’ll make sure to pay her back for it.

March 11th

I don’t understand Subject 3E’s pattern. She goes to work, goes home, sometimes they will go grocery shopping. Whenever they have guests over, they leave, seemingly unharmed. Is she replacing them? That’s a possibility. I don’t know what kind of sick witchcraft they are doing. I think tomorrow I will investigate her further.

March 12th

I spent the day at the library, combing through old newspaper. Somehow, no one in town seems to be aware of what she is doing. This is just like the last town she was in, back in Florida. I couldn’t find any reports of her vile deeds back there either. No reports, no speculations, no rumors. Once again, the police are letting everyone down. I shouldn’t blame them. Until I was fourteen, I thought this other world was just in books. People go their entire lives without knowing the truth. Without knowing about the monsters that live among us. Her home is in the woods, her closest neighbor is at least five miles up the road. That’s a lot of ground for her to dispose of her bodies. Maybe there is some link between the gym and her house. I’ll have to investigate that further.

March 13th

Damnit! She spotted me today. I blew my entire plan and I couldn’t find anything at the gym. If that troublesome guy would have stopped talking about the machines and trying to show me everything, I probably could have discovered something. And why was she there to begin with? She was supposed to be off. Could she have been covering for someone? It doesn’t matter. She saw my face, she had to have recognized me. I need to act fast before I turn into one of her victims or before she skips town.

March 14th

I don’t believe it. She didn’t skip town and most surprisingly, she didn’t even seem bothered by my presence. She must be planning something; her kind can be tricky. I can’t let my guard down now, but I need to act fast. I’ve almost maxed out one of my cards.

March 15th

I did it. I grabbed her shortly after she left work. I was lucky I still had some of that paralyzing potion left and those tranquilizers. Letting a tranquilizer soak in the potion overnight and it could take down even a giant. I can’t imagine the damage they could cause. Right now, she’s in my trunk and I’m parked outside the perfect place to end this, her home

March 16th

Paul was the name of the man she was staying with. He put up a hell of a fight, especially for a human. His punches were almost as powerful as an Orcs. I tore the house apart but I couldn’t find her workshop. She insists she doesn’t have one but I know she is lying. She is a killer, a murderer. Her entire species are nothing but murderers. I’m going to make her talk. One way or another.

March 17th

Subject 3E, known as Judith Stewart and Allison Stevenson, is dead. Before she died, I was able to see her true form. Writers say elves are beautiful but there is nothing beautiful about that monster. Her pointed ears are an abomination, her blonde hair was thin, and her emerald green eyes couldn’t hide her true nature. I had always thought these monsters hid with spells but today I discovered they use enchanted items to blend in with us. Her’s was an earring. I put it on, but it did nothing. It probably only works on their unique genetics or something. This revelation is huge. I can save more lives this way. If I can improve my scanner to detect camouflaged monsters, it will greatly cut down on my time. She also revealed a nearby monster town, Sleekburrow, about an hour north of here. I have never been to one of these invisible towns. I can’t imagine the atrocities they must be committing even as I write this. I’ll make my way up there at dawn’s first light. As for Subject 3E, I left her exactly where I killed her, at her home. When those monsters and traitors in cloaks discover her, they will see my mark. They will know that VH is watching them, fighting for humanity.