(Captured from Archives of the FBI) Hello, my name is Daniel Flemings of the FBI...
12/1/05 - My son, 16 year old Damien, committed suicide two months ago for bullying and relationship reasons. That was what the autopsy said, and what we put down on the papers, but I don’t think that is it. It’s very unlike him, of course he was going through teenage problems, he barely spoke to me the last months and got down once in a while, but he was, well, too much of a narcissist. He loved himself too much, and spent a lot of time alone, enjoying his own company. I thought it might not be right for someone his age to act like that, but, even though I mentioned it, I did not press on the fact, since he also spent time with friends. His girlfriend broke up with him a month before he killed himself, and he began spending even more time alone, usually locked in his room. I was worried, but I never thought it would come to this… I still don’t think it came to this.
3/4/06 I began digging up some facts after the funeral and the paperwork that had to be done after Damien’s death. The paperwork was complicated, as Damien is not my biological son. When I met Claire, his mother, she was a month pregnant. We talked a lot, and she told me she didn’t know who the baby’s father was. She said she didn’t remember anything, and she supposed someone had slipped something in her drink at a party and raped her. I didn’t care. I fell in love with her, and she was desperate. It’s not easy to have a child at eighteen, her parents had thrown her out of the house, and no friend provided shelter. We married a month after meeting. I knew she didn’t really love me, but it was OK. I was content by having her at my side. She died at childbirth, leaving me with Damien. He is my son, and the only things I told him about his mother were that I loved her like I had never loved another woman, and, well, the reason of her death.
Either way, with the paperwork out of the way, I started to clean his room. I found things that pressed me into thinking it wasn’t suicide. There was a notebook, with photos of girls. Not the usual half-naked women you would expect from a 16 year old, but nice girls, none of them older than him, smiling at the camera. Beside each, there was a name and a date. On the last page of the notebook, there was a list of phone numbers, with no names, just a letter before each one.
Using the phone numbers to start, I started investigating my son’s life. I found out he was part of a satanic cult, held as possible culprit for a series of serious crimes. Leaving my son’s name out, I informed my head officer of this, and asked him to let me investigate further on it. He let me be the head of the investigation.
4/15/06 My son was a rapist. Part of me knew that since I found out about the cult but I couldn’t admit it, even to myself. I just finished looking up the girls on the notebook. They were all brutally raped and tortured, many of them murdered, on the dates beside their names. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that this was the child I loved and raised for so many years…
16/04/06 I dreamt of Damien last night. He just looked at me for what could’ve been hours, before asking me to stop. I was about to ask him what was he talking about, but I woke up.
18/04/06 Damien did not commit suicide. He killed himself, but I don’t think this can be considered suicide. He was sacrificed, voluntarily, not because of his girlfriend or bullies, but because he was believed to be the Antichrist. He was sacrificed in a way that his “soul”, to call it something, could be liberated from his human body. Another member of the cult, James Greene, put him in his room and made sure it looked like a suicide. They used leather gloves, avoiding fingerprints, and the bullet was actually shot into Damien’s head, after leaving plenty of his fingerprints on it.
After further investigating this cult, I found out that they believe his “soul” was going to cause the end of the world. This may not mean anything, but since my last entry, I have dreamt of him every night. The dream is basically the same, but it keeps changing. Every night he looks more somber and distant, his eyes darker. Maybe I am going mad, but if I am not, I am convinced this is not the boy I raised anymore.
I got fired. After I presented my investigation, my boss decided I am incompetent, and completely blinded by the loss of my son. Even though I couldn’t get my hands on most of the research, I decided to upload as much as possible on a blog. I have no one to talk to, but I don’t want this to get lost. It will end up as some urban story, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you.
I keep dreaming of Damien, but it was worst last night. His eyes were red, but now he said it was too late. He suddenly seemed taller and his features distorted… he looked like a monster… what was their name? A hellknight. From a game he liked as a kid, Doom. I woke up.
22/04/06 I am not asleep, but I hear him. He wants something from me. I… What the hell is that!!?? No no no, you are a dream, I am going mad, this is not r-
On April 28th, 2006, ex-FBI agent Daniel Flemings was found dead in his house in Denver, after a neighbor reported a stench coming from his house, and he didn’t answer when he knocked on the door or called him. The police officers who entered his house found him lying dead in his living room, beside a kitchen knife. There was evidence of self-mutilation, and loss of blood was determined the cause of death. His former superior reported he had been fired after his mental sanity was question during an investigation, probably triggered by the suicide of his son Damien.