I hope you enjoy what is now the 4th installment in my Halloween Disappearance stories. This latest will take you into the writings of how one man spent some of his Covid isolation time. Bella (Beastly Evil Little Lady Assassin) is also featured within this story…As you’ll read below, the writer chose to delve into the world of true crime. The focus was on disappearance around holidays and may have found something he wished he had left alone.

My name is Frank Williams. The craziness of 2020 has reminded me that the Internet is crazy. It is also an interesting place. It can easily provide hours of entertainment. At the same time, I started looking around real crime websites and missing person stories as well.

It was at this time that, I think, I came across something interesting. I thought, what if what I found is a serial killer or some odd connection around Halloween? I say that as I came across stories of a cosplayer, computer coder, and what I can only call the unluckiest lucky guy in the world.

All three of those I mentioned suddenly disappeared, but in each case, there was surely evidence of a crime. I got hooked on the stories and looked up all I could on each of them. Open records requests were sent to find out more, if at all possible. I was obsessed, and I started to put some ideas and thoughts together on what was going on.

The first common thread I found was that in each case, the disappearance came around Halloween.

The three cases were a year or two apart, with no activity found over the past few years. So, my first thought was that whatever was going on had ended. Yet, I kept looking into things and was even able to get in contact with some potential eyewitnesses. A fan of the cosplayer was able to get hold of some odd invites that the cosplayer had received. In truth, the fan eventually told me they looked through the garbage. They read them before tossing them back in the garbage.

The fan was there ready to take some photos. So, when a limo went to pick the cosplayer up, they followed them to the event. The fan was able to get a few very blurry images. There was obviously what looked like a little girl involved. I mean, that’s how the images looked. The images made it appear as though the girl had horns. It’s different from those bunny or cat ears most girls wear at Halloween.

I took that information and combined it with a neighbor of the unlucky dude. They were letting their dog out. At that moment, they saw what they thought was a late trick-or-treater at the guy’s house. The neighbor told this to the police at the time. After a canvass of the neighborhood, no one else saw the girl. So, the police dismissed this. I guess it had more to do with the neighbor admitting that they had been drinking.

He was also close to being drunk and figured the guy just hallucinated what he said he saw. The reason they dismissed him was that he described the girl as being in a black princess dress. She had dual ponytails and what he thought were horns on her head. The neighbor did not see her face. He did say it was the weirdest costume he saw that year. I kept digging more and more, even during searches for black princess costumes.

The search was meant to find sales of such costumes, and potential age ranges. It felt wrong that a girl was committing these three disappearances. However, maybe she was just the bait for someone else to cause the disappearances. I swear, as I got closer to another Halloween, I started to get more mystified. I’m even a bit nervous.

It was then that one of my searches turned up John Martin. He posted to his social media about being harassed by some rhyming pranks by kids. I took a chance and reached out to him. I told him that I was curious about what was going on. What type of pranks were being played on him? I believe the first contact came in late September, a full month before the next Halloween.

John went into his life first. He’d had it hard after doing 8 years in state prison for theft. He did not go into detail on what he did. He was 25 when he got sent to prison. Yet, I felt if he broke the law, he should do his time. He went on to talk about how he was lucky to get work as a janitor. If not for Covid and school closings, he’d likely still be working. Yet, as everything was virtual, he was let go.

He did take advantage of the additional unemployment benefits. Knowing there would be no eviction, he only paid half of his rent. I’ve got to add that I let John go on about his life. The more he talked, the less I felt sorry for him. The guy bragged about how he had put on weight. He had not left his apartment in months. Everything was being delivered to him. Everything from groceries to clothing, and of course, food. I do not know why I did not cut him off. He mentioned that his primary diet consisted of pizza, Chinese, and Mexican foods.

I understood his weight gain. It didn’t help that he stated he had some health issues in his legs. An online doctor told him he wasn’t moving around enough. I swear I’m close to calling this guy a sloth. However, it’s not my place to judge. Yes, he shared a lot of his problems. I was determined there could be even more he wasn’t telling me.

So, it was likely in the middle of October when our chats finally got into what was going on. The pranks had started picking up again. He installed a security camera, but never caught anything. He stated the most recent case was a note left under his door that read…

“One, Two, Three…. You have yet to see me.”

I asked him to repeat that statement. What he had read was close to the note that was left for the cosplayer. The wording was not exact, but the use of “One, Two, Three” struck a chord with me.

I gave John a summary of what I had found on the cosplayer. I also mentioned the computer coder to him. I went as far as sharing the few news links I had discovered for each. John was not impressed, or even a bit scared.

He stated that, being an ex-con, a stupid note from some kid is not going to scare him. He even brought up a wrestler who would wave his hand and say something like, “You can’t see me”. I tried to get him to understand. The information I found about the other 3, not one took it seriously. He just laughed. He stated he wasn’t going to get off his couch. He refused to pace around the floor over some stupid prank.

It was a few weeks later when John got back in touch. I remember the day very well. It was October 29th, two days before Halloween. John had to leave a message for me as I was on a conference call for my day job. I was sent to work from home after many of the mandates had started. John’s message was…

“I JUST GOT ANOTHER FUCKING MESSAGE!

This one reads,

One, Two, Three… You have yet to see

Four, Five, Six… You will not be led to hysterics

Seven, Eight, Nine… You will be fine cuisine.

WHAT KIND OF KID LEAVES THIS TYPE OF MESSAGE??

Yes, I did read those news stories you shared, and all were years ago. I really think some smart-ass kid found them as well.

I’ve ordered a large meat pizza and will have some pop and just sleep on the couch tonight.

Call me so we can talk more about this note thing. John”

As I mentioned, this came on the 29th, and I tried calling him back that afternoon. I got his voicemail. I continued for the next two days.

The 31st of October was finally here, and I tried calling him again. This time, it did not go to voicemail. Someone picked it up. It was this conversation I needed to ensure I got noted. I’m going to send everything I’ve found to the FBI and police, due to this small conversation.

It was also very one-sided. I suddenly lost all ability to talk. I heard what I can only say was a young girl’s voice. It wasn’t sweet and nice sounding at all, but full of malice. A tone that was “deadly” serious. I want to add that I wish I were paraphrasing that conversation. However, it’s been engraved into my brain. Her words still hang in my mind. The words bright against a black background every time I close my eyes.

It was the fourth ring when the call was answered.

There was a moment of silence, and I asked,

“Hello? John, are you there?”

I waited, and as I was about to ask again, that voice came over the phone…

“One, Two, Three… You’re not calling for me

Four, Five, Six… You are too late for heroics

Seven, Eight, Nine… It is getting cold, so I must dine

Ten… Who shall be next, you? My friend?”

It was at that moment that I found my voice.

The line had died. I kept calling back.

I checked my phone and saw I had tried at least thirty times before I finally stopped.

I left a message for John to give me a call when he can.

I was worried about him, and if that bit with the girl’s voice was a stunt, it was well done. It creeped me out more than a horror movie marathon on Halloween. In reality, I stayed up all night with the lights on.

I want to say that I started to let the whole thing go away. It happened after about two weeks of no contact from John. Instead, I went back to my web searches, checking again for missing people around the holidays. This time I decided to avoid Halloween. Thanksgiving was coming up next, so I’d look for that time frame. A news story caught my eye when I saw, “Ex-Janitor Goes Missing”.

I couldn’t believe what I just read.

Of course, I had to click on the news story. I went cold. My worst nightmare had come true. I read the article, which stated how ex-janitor John Martin had gone missing. Police were called by a local pizza joint.

They noticed the man had not called in his weekly orders, and they were worried about him. I stopped there, thinking about how much he said he loved his pizza.

I went back to reading. Police arrived at the apartment and, after knocking on the door, they looked through a window. They felt immediate entry was needed. A press photo showed a blood-stained carpet. A wall that appeared to have blood sprayed at an upward angle. I have no idea how the press got those pictures. The images were well worth a thousand words each. The photos put at least that many into my mind.

The article continued. Despite what appeared to be the scene of a traumatic event, there were no signs of a struggle. The police have concluded an initial investigation. They found no reason for the public to worry.

There were even some eyewitness accounts of John handing out candy to some kids who knocked on his door. One witness account sent chills through my body. I did not think that was even possible. Yet, there it was. One witness stated they saw a girl with black hair, dual ponytails, horns on her head, and a black dress.

The story wrapped up shortly after, with police continuing to investigate the disappearance. The public should not be concerned, as police feel it’s an isolated incident.

Yeah, so this is why I am recording all this and sending it to the FBI. I’ll make copies and send them to the appropriate police departments as well. Sure, no one may believe me as I am just some keyboard true crime junkie, but it’s worth a shot.

I’m sending this via email, but I’m also going to print and send a physical copy to each department.

I figured someone taking the time to post via the mail may get taken more seriously. A better reaction than over just a potential “crank” emailer.

This is a quick addition to all the above. Please take this letter more seriously than the email I sent. I have to let you know I may be next. I know it’s not even Christmas, but I got a note in the mail with no return address.

After opening it all, I found the below in what I believe to be red ink.

One, Two, Three… You should forget about me

Four, Five, Six… become an amnesiac

Seven, Eight, Nine…or next Halloween may get a new headline

Ten… How shall you? Meet your End!!!