Just a few doors down, the investigation was still going, her father rested on the table for medical examination, his body mangled horribly. The examiner looked over him worriedly. It was her job to find what the murder weapon might be but in all of her experience, the weapon it had to be didn't make sense. The wounds were so wide and ran from one side of the bastard to the other. She sighed as she took out a tape recorder,<br/><br/>"Subject is a Caucasian male; 43 years old. He has taken 25 individual stab wounds to the chest and limbs as well as a much more severe wound through the stomach performed by impaling him on a tree branch. The murder weapon remains unknown as the wounds are three inches across and run completely through...a weapon strong enough to do this would require inhuman strength to---"<br/><br/>She blinked,staring down at her recorder as it began to screech and wail back at her in interference. She bit her lip, memories of years ago sneaking into her thoughts.<br/><br/>"...It isn't possible.."<br/><br/>The next morning she could hear the other officers talking outside the room.<br/><br/>"Do you really think he's back? "<br/><br/>"There haven't been any kidnappings lately...I checked..so why this guy?"<br/><br/>"And if the Slenderman's really back in town, Why'd he leave the girl?"