"I'm not sure what's more messed up, doing it or watching it." "Everybody's at McCool's." "and new girl, kind of quiet small-town. stares at me a lot." "I trust myself, I trust the universe." "I accept myself for who I am." "I trust myself, I trust the universe." "I accept myself for who I am." "I trust myself, I trust the universe..." "July 17th" "Hi mom... no I just... nothing." "I just got a little freaked out so I thought I'd call you." "I'm sorry." "I'm okay." "No, everything is fine... okay..." "It runs a little weird here. way they do things." "Sometimes it all feels like a big joke I'm not in on. sorry I woke you mom." "no. it's just stupid Katie being paranoid again." "Nothing to freak out about mom." "Are you coming at mccool's tonight, Katie?" "I trust the universe, I accept myself who I am." "My mind is happy, my body is strong." "I don't know." "How did they get my email then." "of course my door's locked, mom." "The police didn't think it was anything real and they're probably right." "They must be right, who would do that?" "No, I can't come home, mom. it's time to grow up." "no, don't come here I'll get through this myself." "Jul 16" "It's Friday night." "Pardon me?" "It's Friday night." "you know day before Saturday the weekend." "oh my brain... never leave home with that." "I guess I shouldn't bother asking if you're coming for drinks." "can I show you something?" "yeah." "that's pretty scary stuff." "just wait." "somebody's got to keep the streets clean right?" "that's funny?" "oh not really, it's a joke though, right?" "it's fake, I mean it's... probably some viral campaign or something. you didn't think that was real, did you?" "I think it's just somebody screwing around." "probably some film student something." "why?" "why me?" "I don't know why not you." "Just hold on for a second." "If the local girl got strangled in a parking lot, it'd be on the news somewhere." "murder in underground p... now you see nothing... nothing." "see?" "maybe it was a while ago?" "it still be something." "maybe they, they hacked the security footage and got rid of the body." "They?" "what do you say they?" "I don't know." "Look, I see one probably out-of-work actor in hoodie. 'The only thing they' about it is the tiny hipster phone-crew, off-screen, laughing, leaving twizzlers." "This shit's out there, Katie." "Don't worry about." "my brain." "what did you just move in?" "yeah?" "well it looks like the coast is clear." "it's tomorrow." "let's check the bedroom." "it's all clear?" "Katie?" "Katie?" "Anybody in here?" "I should run." "or you could stay." "that's not, that's not a great idea." "and I'm I'm expected so." "listen, hey listen, if you get any more of those messages, just ignore. but I'm leaving my digits." "and if things get too intense, you should call me." "I'm close." "I'm closer than the police anyway. okay?" "mom, are you there?" "mom?" "nobody, nobody..." "calm down, Katie." "July 17th" "hello?" "Jack, please come now." "something's about to happen." "what's about that, Katie?" "I think there's someone else here." "tight... sit tight, I'm coming over." "Hello?" "oh no. no no no no... don't do this." "no, Katie." "no, Katie." "no, Katie." "July 23rd" "New Messages - [To:" "KATIES2] [From: -00--] [Subject:" "OPEN ME]" "Sending..." "Darknet ...Prepared by teSir..."