CREEPYPASTA | Three Friends Diner

hey guys how's it going this is that made oh welcome back to your weekly dose of creepypasta it's been a while since I've had the time and honestly the fortitude to record a really long story for you guys but we're here now this is a seriously good horror story that feels quite well grounded and speaking of seriously good its patreon appreciation time our beautiful patrons are here to save the day and so we just have to have a huge shout out to Tiffany a deist are backwards dog and Matthew Lowe new for disciples are incredible and have my eternal gratitude cheers to all members of the coven on patreon link in description to join now as always turn out the lights get comfortable and let the story begin you - Jeremy Fuentes PhD professor of cultural anthropology University of california-berkeley Jeremy I assume you've heard about the strange discovery made at 9:18 East Third Street a converted warehouse located on the corner of 3rd and Weller Avenue in the middle of the Arts District in downtown Los Angeles the building is currently undergoing renovations three weeks ago construction workers noted a foul odor wafting through the property coming from behind what they had thought was a solid brick wall but upon further investigation it was discovered that the inside measurements of the property did not match up with the outside there was in fact a 25 by 30 foot space on the first floor completely overlooked a secret room so to speak one inaccessible from any point inside the building or out it was located at the far end of the property along the wall forming the west side of Weller with permission the workers broke through the wall to access the otherwise inaccessible area immediately they were floored by the overpowering stench of rotting meat bandanas over their noses they entered the enclosure inside they found a nice 16 millimeter camera smashed to bits they found film equipment all destroyed cracked lights torn screens metal light stands folded like paper clips cheap looking framed paintings and kitschy prop menus scattered like confetti and three bodies three decomposing bodies in a state too disturbing for description though the term half-eaten has been thrown around how the equipment all the corpses ended up here has yet to be determined neither the walls nor the ceiling were disturbed at any point and there was no sign of tunneling under the four-foot thick concrete floor no one can explain how three dead people and a bunch of film paraphernalia magically appeared within a completely walled off space but it was all the more shocking for me personally due to the contents of a handwritten letter left for me by a former patient of mine her name was Catherine sue she voluntarily checked herself in to the Mars Dale psychiatric treatment center where I'm an on-call physician the several months ago and was discharged shortly before the horrific discovery at 9:18 East Third Street I'm no longer in contact with the young woman however I believe you'll find her testimony a transcript of which I have enclosed very intriguing sincerely Larry Shah MD testimony of katiesue first of the fifth 2015 Lars Dale psychiatric hospital just for the record the shooting Bella cardones movie at the three friends diner wasn't my idea I told her it was a scam that no restaurant tour in Los Angeles with two brain cells to rub together would have possibly charged us so little for a location so photogenic again and again I insisted it just felt wrong I was right I used to like being right a little back story I'm Katy I'm 21 years old I used to be a junior at Cal State Northridge studying Business Administration and film production I enjoyed the phone calls in the organizing and the paperwork filling that most film students hate and had built up a modest reputation as a pre-production guru amongst my classmates as well as with friends and acquaintances who attended other schools Bella Carden was one of such acquaintances a 29 year old international student from Italy I'd met at a third-rate horror film festival she'd been employed at a television station in Rome doing something but dreamed of writing and directing Hollywood movies she was one of a dozen or so mostly foreign enrollees a year and a half into the two-year master's program at New York Film Academy she was writing her thesis script at the time and asked me to help organize the production of the short film the script was about a starving artist working as a waitress who gets dumped by her boyfriend then has an existential breakdown in which she imagines herself poisoning her customers and getting tortured culminating with a series of flash cuts in which she simultaneously slashes her wrists and drowns in the ocean typical pretentious grad student fare we needed to lock down five locations an apartment a beach a park something that could function as a dungeon and a restaurant the beach in the park were relatively easy and a classmate of Bella's agreed to let us use her North Hollywood apartment for two days another classmate a quiet little guy named Sandeep discreetly told me about an S&M store with a basement dungeon they infrequently rented out for movie shoots I don't know how he came to be so familiar with such an establishment and I'm not sure I want to know but it proved ideal for our purposes which left the restaurant a notoriously difficult one for student and independent filmmakers so when I found a little French place in Encino on Craigslist got in touch with the manager and played the broke student card so well he granted us use of his restaurant for a night for a little over 400 I was ready to sign the papers get the permit and move on it was two weeks before Bella's scheduled first day of shooting and I had a million other things to worry about from liability insurance to catering to talking Northridge underclassmen into helping out as Jeanie crew and pas Bella however thought $400 for a night was too expensive and remained convinced she could find a better deal so she went on Craigslist herself and placed a restaurant wanted for student film ad but I'd put up a similar posting three weeks earlier that's how I found the French place in Encino and Bella received the exact same responses from the exact same people with one exception an email from gsj EG j pd g at medCom which she forwarded to me it read like this cleep Lockton fulfillment student's restaurant in downtown los angeles 35 Wella have 100 Firday respond to this email will send you ki pay on DT of filming MST B December 3rd afternoon I was suspicious immediately $100 for a day of filming seemed a little too good to be true and then there was the poor spelling and lack of contact information and the fact that when I tried to respond to the email all I got was an error message and then there was the key the key turned up in Bella's on-campus mailbox two days after the email enclosed in a stained browned envelope with no return address and as if that wasn't creepy enough it came scrawled with a note key to three friends dinner I was ready to call it a scam and be done with it but Bella thought we should at least check the place out if it was real she argued it was too good a deal to pass up movies are expensive and we were already pushing her budget so I agreed to go with her and Hamid Sherazi the cinematographer to 35 Wella Avenue which it turned out was in the middle of the Arts District I have a love-hate relationship with the arts district it's a cool place to meet a friend at her new loft there's some nice restaurants and amusing wall art and the dissonance created by graffiti coated trash cans barbed wire and long smelly lions outside the social services building sharing a block with the yoga studios BMWs and boutique gift shops Hawking 80 bucks in tidge baby sweaters is ironically poetic but the streets are one-way and parking is non-existent I drove in a triangle for 15 minutes before surrendering and pulling into a ten dollar flat rate lot Wella Avenue wasn't a street so much the glorified driveway a short narrow alley that branched off of 3rd Street and dead ended a large l-shaped building occupied the east and north sides of Weller it appeared to be a closed nightclub in the process of being converted into an art gallery the blacked-out windows were covered with torn dirty stickers advertising shows long since played and bands long since broken up and graffiti artists the gang affiliated kind not the odds foundation kind had had their way with both the seafoam green walls and the ratty trash dumpster abandoned in the corner the gray brick warehouse that functioned as the west side of Weller 918 East Third Street looked completely unoccupied a sign hung in a window the building had apparently been bought by East River development I recognized the name my realtor father knew some people who worked for that company they bought old commercial properties and converted them into trendy pricey apartments the most prominent visual however was the mural painted on the north wall it depicted the head and chest of a woman face tilted eastward the woman had tan skin ruby red lips and flowing hair in various shades of blue periwinkle at the tips darkening to deep lavender at her scalp her eyes were closed in the background some distance behind her was what appeared to be an orange grove it was a beautiful painting and strangely mesmerizing if he looked at the woman one way she seemed young and innocent sporting a demure grin then if you cocked your head or blinked Lyons appeared on her cheeks and her lips rearranged themselves into a pouty sneer I saw only one door on Weller leading into the grey building it was a very shabby door of splintery untreated wood with a rusting doorknob and keyhole no business name no street number this couldn't possibly be the restaurant from Craigslist three friends diner I guess it was called how did anyone ever find the place I was still puzzling when Bella and Hamid found me bloody hell Hamid barked in leo of greeting where's the restaurant here according to my phone I said I'm willing to bet money someone's fucking with us Bella didn't seem too concerned her eyes were fixed on the mural so pretty she exclaimed can we film I shrugged I'm not sure we might run into some copyright issues and it doesn't look like we're gonna be filming here at all since we're not looking at the restaurant Bella frowned at me and took a key out of her purse she walked up to the wooden door here she asked I don't think so I said there's no sign or anything I mean you can try it but I'm really doubting that key is gonna fit into that Bella turned the key and pulled at the knob with a creak the door opened hammered and I rushed to her and together we stepped inside Hamad scrambled for a light switch and then the room was illuminated by a warm golden glow we found ourselves staring at three friends diner it was perfect it was a larger space than I thought it would be rectangular shaped a kitchen jutting out from the north wall behind the kitchen was a small corridor leading to the bathroom and a closet that could function as dry storage the walls were painted that particular shade of deep red that looks beautiful on film and the tables and chairs and Dyna style booths were a nice contrast in black and gray and each table was adorned with a salt and pepper shaker an empty bottle of ketchup and a Vaes of plastic lilies don't get too excited yet I said to Hammond who is examining one of the series of stained glass lamps from which light was emanating we don't know how much juice you got to work with haha that's the beauty of it he said gleefully I didn't even need that much juice if we come a bit early and switch out all these bulbs I can use the lamps as practicals Plus this place obviously isn't open yet which means I'm not sharing power with anything he was right about that the freezers and refrigerators were unplugged the storage closet was empty there was a plate or a cup or a scrap of food to be found it was definitely an e restaurant the latest in an avalanche of trendy urban eateries inundated the Arts District as the neighborhood gentrified of course it was hard to find that would lend an air of mystery to the diner foster the impression of exclusivity attracted Twitter following I love it Bella announced can you get a permit I tried to talk her out of it something about the three friends Dinah made me nervous made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up but it was exactly what Bella had been looking for and Hamid had already started planning shots and the little hairs on the back of my neck didn't stand a chance against cheap gorgeous and logistically ideal the restaurant wasn't open yet which meant we could shoot during the day decorate how we wanted and place the camera anywhere without worrying about being in anyone's way and December third the date the mysterious proprietors had insisted on was our scheduled sixth day of shooting don't look under the horse you get Bella told me I think she meant don't look a gift horse in the mouth that's saying is a reference to the Trojan horse given as a token of surrender by the Greeks during the Trojan War I don't know why people keep repeating it because if the Trojans had looked into that horses would mouth The Iliad might have ended differently as I said before I'd been forced to park in a ten-dollar lot and of course the attendants iPhone was malfunctioning so I couldn't pay with my card I had no cash the attendant directed me to a convenience store on Alameda that apparently had an ATM I wasn't thrilled it was getting dark and a trendy neighborhood six blocks from Skid Row is still a trendy neighborhood six blocks from Skid Row the convenience store stuck out like a gold tooth a little scrap of what the neighborhood used to be wedged between a cafe and a construction site a cracked neon sign branded at Alameda Mart the ice cream fridge was stuffed with La Mexicana popsicles and the cash register sat behind a pane of bulletproof glass I engaged in battle with what must have been the slowest ATM known to man and was mentally cursing the loading screen when I became aware of the sole other customer in the shop need to pay for parking he asked I turned the man standing behind me was obviously homeless he wore grime Kate jeans and a stained military service jacket and his leathery face demonstrated the dullness of days with no soap I nodded and smiled you were tourists I shook my head a student filmmaker actually my friends going to shoot at this restaurant on Weller immediately I doubted the wisdom of sharing this piece of information I didn't want him to show up and beg for change but his unshaven face fell and his tone became one of alarm rather than anticipation there's no restaurant on well he murmured that's just Bessie I giggled Bessie he nodded that's what folks around here call her the old folks say she can change things make things appear and disappear he leaned in narrowed his eyes and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper if I was you I'd stay away they say each 20 years for one day Bessie comes corporal feeds I would have asked him to elaborate to explain exactly who Bessie was and why I should be afraid but right then the shop proprietor noticed the homeless man and yelled at him what I to see him were not nice words in Spanish he booked it and by the time the ATM coughed up my cash and I was back on Alameda and he disappeared on the way to the car lot I passed well ah the blue haired girl was right where I'd left her standing in front of a grove of trees in 3/4 profile facing westward toward the door of the three friends Dinah eyes closed was she Bessie then fear washed over me like a cold shower and I ran I threw a 20 at the parking attendant and got out of there as fast as I could something about that Nero had scared the shit out of my subconscious halfway to the 405 freeway I figured it out she Bessie was facing the wrong way Belle's first five days of filming went delightfully well so well that when I arrived at three friends Dinah for the sixth and final day to send a third I forgot I was scared of the place crew Cole was one Hammond had already been there for an hour switching out light bulbs and unloading equipment with Esteban the gaffer and to grips Miguel and aundrea our grip truck was parked out front partially obstructing my view of the mural but I could tell that Bessie was facing east woods toward the club turned gallery as she had been the first time I saw her of course it had been dark that night and I'd been scared and alone I'd seen things that weren't really there I made my way through the obstacle course of lights and c-stands set up my iPad at an unused table and worked on the equipment drop off schedule as crew members filtered in I heard cat ears voice at least a minute before she and Bella walked through the door God that chick was loud bossy - no wonder she was such a good assistant director then came vana the production designer carrying a large box of prop house framed pictures and the menus she designed nari the first camera assistant set up the airy while her Lackey du jour loaded film then two more grips pete and ryan kalei and michelle the freshmen pas lisa the script supervisor dante the sound guy and finally ming the make-up artist then the actors came and then hamid and the guys were setting up lights for the master shot and then carrier was calling for last looks and then we were pushing in for close-ups the first four hours went too smoothly and productively as we had any right to expect and for a short time we entertained the possibility of finishing early we were an hour ahead of schedule when we broke for lunch everyone talking and laughing and enjoying themselves and that's when things started getting weird right after lunch as we were picking ourselves up and resuming our work one of the freshmen PA is Michelle went to use the restroom a minute later there was a blood-curdling scream Ryan dropped a c-stand knavery nearly dropped a lens hammered and Esteban took frantic steps toward the bathrooms as Michelle sprinted down the hall back toward us who the fuck was in the storage closet she cried we all looked at each other seriously Michelle demanded this isn't funny he fucking knocked me over Michelle Katya asked what are you talking about Michelle was trembling she looked ready to cry I went to the bathroom she said and I heard this thumping coming from the closet that's back there mom was pounding on the door we didn't hear anything Hemant said someone was like ramming against the door Michelle repeated so I opened it and someone ran right into me then ran towards you guys she sobbed hamid narrowed his eyes you sure Michelle because we were all out here no one came running from the bathrooms he was wearing a black hoodie Michelle insisted I looked over the dining room to see if anyone was missing nope 17 crew members four actors none of whom was wearing a black hoodie all inside a restaurant with only one entrance you didn't see who it was I asked Michelle rather stupidly obviously not she shouted it happened really fast I just saw the black hoodie and really pale really white skin we couldn't solve the mystery Michelle was pretty shaken up one of the grips Miguel offered to drive her back to Northridge he said he had to go to because he had afternoon classes but it was hard to miss the tremble in his voice of the dampness of his palms and suddenly Kaley the other PA also had classes she'd forgotten to mention and tagged along with him back to campus three hours after that incident we set up for our last shot in the dining area before moving to the kitchen though we'd come to the unspoken agreement that Michelle was either looking for attention while smoking pot in the bathroom everyone was a little bit on edge and it had slowed us down to speed things up I offered to help then addressed the kitchen she brought cutting boards utensils bread lunch meat and enough restaurant necessities to make the empty kitchen looked like a busy back of house at one point she ran to her car to fetch some plates she bought from a 99-cent store I was arranging knives on the knife block I accidentally dropped one it scooted across the floor got stuck under one of the large industrial refrigerators I knelt down and reached under the refrigerator to grab it as I did I heard a creak behind me a door opening on stubborn hinges I straightened up and turned around still on my knees a blast of cold air hit me in the face I was staring into an open freezer ice caked on the back of the door and the walls there were bodies in the freezer old decomposing bodies wrinkled leathery skin peeling off yellowed bones bones that were oddly compromised shattered pulverized greenish mold clinging to the remains of brain matter cradled and cracked skulls the putrescent smell of rotting flesh I closed my eyes and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed Katie what the fuck Katie I heard Hammonds voice felt his hand on my arm shaking me I opened my eyes the freezer was empty empty and turned off I looked up to see Bella and Venice standing over me the rest of the crew was crowded around the kitchen entrance or watching through the window that separated it from the dining room sorry guys I stammered hot still racing I I thought I saw a rat did I ruin the shot haven't shook his head we're done you sure you're okay I nodded um can I talk to you in Bela and Katia outside the three muttered agreement we made our way across the dining room and out the door as the rest of the crew set up lights in the kitchen I had to tell them we had to leave now someone something was trying to impress on us we weren't welcome I thought I saw dead things in that freezer I started quite pathetically it was on it was cold there was this smell Bella's eyes widened hammered cocked his head frowning Katia crossed her arms I mean I continued I know it was just a hallucination but it felt so real and I'm not schizophrenic and the thing with Michelle and I think we should leave there's something really wrong going on here I'd expected them to laugh at me or to treat me like a patient in a psych ward they didn't either yeah this place is starting to creep me out too Hamid said for starters where the bloody owners who ends a stranger the key to their business either then mental or they've got some ulterior motive he lowered his voice I'm getting these sensations like somebody's watching us Bella and Kari are nodded in agreement concern in their eyes they'd felt it too we can find another restaurant I told Bella all we need is the kitchen we can easily cheat that make it look like it's the same place I'll do whatever you want me to do Hamid said to her but I think we should consider packing up early Bella looked at kadia that hammered than me her expressions softened for a second then she said her jaw we wait one hour she said no problems we film we decided not to tell the crew and the one remaining actress about the agreement we'd come to fearing they'd panic make a big deal out of what could have been nothing more than the effect of darkness on a big city but several of them were undeniably scared and looking for an excuse to leave as soon as the four of us walked back through the door nari and the nameless second desi walked out we were too immature for them nari told Katia Dante the sound guy asked Bella if he could head out early since we didn't need any sync sound for the kitchen scene two hours earlier he'd insisted on staying around for the sole purpose of getting various kitchen sounds and when the lights were set and the blocking was rehearsed the last looks were called for we found that meaning the makeup artist had quietly packed up her kit and left no big loss the actress was perfectly capable of applying the simple makeup design herself Peet one of the grips was fairly adept at pulling focus and hammered conscripted me to hold the slate and our agreed upon hour had passed with no new unexplained phenomena finally Hammond flipped the camera on and Bella called action the actress unenthusiastically smeared mayo onto bread stacked lunch meat and lettuce then smiled evilly she turned to grab the poisonous cleaning solution from under the sink and then the lights all went off somewhere in the pitch blackness someone shrieked there was a bump and a thud and then the dining room Lance came on Esteban had found the switch someone ran by me Lisa cried who brushed against me it couldn't be an outage Hammond said to one of the grips the house lights worked fine seriously Lisa sobbed who the fuck pushed me hey Esteban yelled guys we all shoved our way into the dining room the group crew had plugged the five lights we were using for the kitchen scenes into five different electrical outlets amongst the tables the power cables were spread out lying across the carpet like a spider web so as to not draw too much electricity from any one spot every cable had been severed sliced down the middle perfect clean cuts as though accomplished with a sharp knife who the fuck did that katia snapped trying and failing to disguise her distress because she knew all 10 crew members had been in the kitchen and that no one person could have cut all five cables at exactly the same time everybody out hana demanded now nobody needed to be told twice we pushed through the wooden door and convened on the sidewalk under the closed eyes of the blue haired mural girl the Northridge students huddled together Katia paced then a glad with her arms crossed and Bella attempted to regain control over her compromised film set we cannot leave equipment she told anyone who bothered to listen forget this shit Venna sneered I'm leaving she stormed off the actress threw Bella a hopeless look mumbled call me and started after vino I looked to the four remaining Northridge underclassmen Andre ELISA Payton Ryan Miguel was gonna give us a ride Ryan said I took the bus Lisa stammered take them home Hamid said to me I'll stay and help Bella pack up I can stay to kadia said Esteban nodded at them okay cool I said I'll come back and help you guys finish up after I drop them off give me an hour and a half no one spoke the entire way back to campus the silence was punctuated only by Lisa's occasional sob aundrea reached over and spun the radio dial to some top 40 station then almost immediately turned back off the two guys stared out their respective windows I left them outside the dorms turned my car around and headed back toward the four or five I couldn't wrap my head around what I just experienced some esoteric party had lured us to three friends Dinah left a key with a group of complete strangers demanded we film today the third then hadn't bothered to show up and collect the suspiciously unsubstantial amount they'd asked his payment why to mess with us were we on some kind of hidden camera show was there a trapdoor we didn't know about maybe they'd been a projector hidden in the kitchen creating the disturbing image of dead decomposing corpses in the freezer but how to explain the smell or the cold or the hooded Spectre that had produced loud knocks behind the storage closet door that only Michelle could hear on to explanation be we'd become victims of the creature the homeless man had called Bessie she was a ghost or a demon and we would trespasses on her property then why not start with the big stunt the severed cables why the systematic approach scaring one person at a time and this poltergeist theory didn't explain who'd led us to the three friends Dinah or why led us there to scare us away three friends Dinah as I emerged onto the 101 four minutes after midnight I figured it out one hand on the wheel I called Bela three times then hammered twice then Katia then Esteban every single time I was sent directly to voicemail I left messages for them pleading screaming messages begging them to forget the equipment and run far far away then I called 911 to the dispatcher that my friends were in grave danger at 35 well Avenue she calmly assured me that help would be there in ten minutes I got there fast the street lights up and down the block had at some point gone out so I found my way to 35 Weller Avenue with only my phone and the moonlight to guide me the dim blueish beam cast by my cell phone fell on the seafoam green east wall then the open and half loaded grip truck and finally on Hammett he lay crumpled on the asphalt a pool of dark liquid expanding around him I ran to him screaming his name over and over he didn't respond I saw his chest rise and fall feebly as I knelt beside him and felt a faint karate'd poles I rolled him onto his back there was a large cut on the side of his head his hair was matted with blood his left arm was responsible for most of the blood there's a series of five deep lacerations on to his right bicep the muscle was torn and shattered bone was visible through the mess of ribbond skin and ground made fatty tissue the positioning of the lacerations was consistent with the placement of five fingers latched onto his upper arm five fingers with very long very sharp claws I tore off my jacket and tied it around his arm like a torniquet my consciousness had kicked into overdrive I operated on quick flashes of disconnected logic something had attacked Hammond it was gone it was gone Bella Karia Esteban where the fuck were they I stood up help was on the way there wasn't a whole lot I could do for Hamid until the paramedics got there but the rest of them was still in the three friends diner and if I'd guessed right I ran to the door but the door wasn't there I was staring at a gray unbroken wall my dash to the corner of the dead end then to the sidewalk scouring the length of the wall of my iPhone I ran back and forth again and again feeling the bricks with my fingers nothing the one entrance to the three friends Dinah was just gone the street lights came back on my terrifying impression was confirmed I was on Weller I was facing the right way but there was no door in the distance I thought I heard sirens I looked up at the mural the pretty blue haired girl with closed eyes standing in front of a citrus grove she was gone too in her place was a shriveled old woman skin dotted with sickening Lea detailed moles and age spots her hair was the filthy stringy disheveled mane of a homeless woman her open mouth took up the entire length of her cheeks showing off black rotten knife-like teeth dripping blood a lot of blood blood that ran down the seafoam green wall like rain water pooling on the ash fall below her eyes were open her bloodshot yellow eyes had dilated pupils flashing maniacally those bulging staring impossibly detailed eyes this was no spray-paint her eyes were real then her footlong pupil shifted I swore a fanged smile grew even wider she was looking at me this was Bessie I don't remember the cops showing up with a fire truck all the paramedics I didn't notice them lifting hammered onto a gurney loading him into an ambulance and I have no recollection of the back of the second ambulance or the psyche are all the questions I've answered for the doctors of the drugs oh I know is that I woke up 23 hours later in this tiny detox room of the private mental hospital my parents had transferred me to I stayed there for the remaining forty nine hours I was under 5150 hold then went home to La Crescenta with my family the last I heard Hamid had regained consciousness they could speak short words like oh yes this is a good sign the brain damage may be less severe than the doctors initially thought he can't remember traveling to America much less what transpired the night he sustained his injuries he was lucky if such a word can possibly apply to the situation that his left shoulder had taken the brunt of the impact when he hit the wall he'd cracked his head on the asphalt at a lower velocity the doctors aren't quite sure what to make of him his wound suggests something through him like a discarded Barbie doll against the east wall of the club turned gallery I told the police everything from the strange email and the key to the murals horrifying transformation except the email had disappeared from both my computer and Bala's which had been confiscated by the police as evidence the key too had been misplaced and never found and the mural in the crime scene photos was the same mural it had been before that inexplicable night the lovely profile of a blue haired girl with closed eyes they were all so confused when I referred to 35 well a street as a diner for no diner existed there nor had ever at any time in the past 35 Wella Street wasn't even a real address they'd never been a side door to the grey brick building at 9:18 East 3rd Street and the building had been completely unoccupied for six months I insisted I described in my new detail the deep red walls and the untouched kitchen the little visors of flowers on every table I begged the cops to look at the footage reached shot but that would be impossible I learned our camera was missing as was half of our equipment everything that hadn't been loaded into the grip truck as was Bela Cardone and Esteban sera and Katia Miller to Vic the three had not been seen since the night I'd been found raving and hammered half dead their credit cards have not been used the cars were still parked on the street in the arts district and their phones were off the cop spoke to the other crew members I hope they corroborated my story they designated Hamid's assault an animal attack and the disappearance of bella esteban and cassia as a likely attempt at visa over staying they kept a lot of the details from the public I'm sure they didn't want to explain how a mountain lion managed to grow an opposable thumb and pick up and throw a man at 60 miles per hour against a wall as for me I'm now a voluntary inpatient at the Mars Dale psychiatric treatment center undergoing treatment for PTSD and an unspecified mood disorder it's ok here they let me smoke and no one freaks out when I wake up screaming in the middle of the night too late I understood the significance of the name three friends Dinah three friends the homeless man was right Bessie is real she can make things appear and disappear the key the door the Dinah she's something inhuman and evil something that demands sacrifice she lured us there she played her little games chasing away a few crew members at a time until she had a manageable number then she tossed hammered aside like a chicken bone and took her prize she only wanted three three friends Bela Katia Esteban - Jeremy Fuentes PhD professor of cultural anthropology University of california-berkeley Jeremy as a postscript to my last letter I should add that the three bodies found in the secret room of 918 a third street have been identified as the three missing foreign students Bella Cardin Katia Malecha Vik and Esteban Sara the police are still at a loss as to how the unfortunate young people met their end though the condition of their remains suggests they were mauled by an extremely large extremely violent animal we've also learned that the building at 9:18 is third Street which supposedly housed three friends Dinah was previously renovated in the early 1990s according to building plans the secret room in which the bodies were found was originally designed as a back office but the company later decided to seal the area off completely likely after three overnight workers were found dead there their deaths were attributed to an explosion an explosion that no one saw or heard and one that did no structural damage the three workers were all found dead on December 4th 1994 which is intriguing because of the three students Katy's crewmates were reported missing as of the early hours of December 4th 2014 according to Katie the email she received stated that the crew must film at three friends diner on December 3rd afternoon a typical film day is 12 hours putting their end time at shortly after midnight December 4th I believe Katie's homeless man said something about one day every 20 years I looked through pictures in books old copies of the LA Times slides news footage etc I've included several of these for your perusal in every single one since the warehouse at 9:18 East 3rd Street and the l-shaped building next door first opened in 1920 the mural of the woman with blue hair is present no artist has ever taken credit for this mural and it's always the same never dulled by the rain of the Sun or time well not exactly the same sometimes the girl faces West sometimes she faces east sincerely Larry sure MD [Music] you [Music]

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Length: 59min 20sec (3560 seconds)

Published: Fri Aug 23 2019