J.A.C.K

Investigation Note:
Subject was found dead this morning, 9:14 AM, within the basement of John Traven. He was found strapped to a chair, with wounds of a drill going through one ear. Appears to have suffered greatly during his passing, as evidenced by the appearance of his mouth in a scream.
Mr. Traven has gone missing, and it is believed he is responsible. Case remains open in an attempt to find him. More than fifteen e-mails, starting January 2013, were found in subject's inbox. They are linked to a fake account that has been traced to John Traven. The account, Jacksonwalker@gmail.com, has been removed.
Subject's occupation was Private Detective, recently unemployed and lacking funds. Motivation for his murder is lacking. A name was carved into his forehead. J.A.C.K.
Case remains open. The e-mails sent are here:
January 6th:
Here is my temple.
It is useless to make your eyes see what I see. It is useless to take your hands so we can cross this river together…maybe in another life. But I am sure some of you will have the pleasure to die here.
Yes, I am what you may call a killer, a taker of lives, a timber wolf. But I like to think of me as a giver.
A question always intrigued me. Am I killing you or are you dying?
And after all those killings, I figure nothing is happening. The mind of who asks the question is actually dying and killing. But how could a mind be dying or killing if nothing is happening?
I stopped asking questions… God is in the rain.
January 7th:
To learn 84433 27778 666333 55444555/555444664 first, you need to kill yourself. I’ve died a thousand times… But, I have lived once.
Yes, it is hard. You did it already but, you just reborn every time. Try once to stay dead.
And as long as there is a single breath in your body, I’ll never give up. Because beneath the act, lies more than cruelty… there is a meaning. You could spend the whole eternity looking for this meaning and it would not be a wasted life.
Isn’t that worth fighting for? Isn’t that worth dying for?
Everything begins with a choice. I have made mine.
Just ask me how I died… I will tell you how I lived.
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Change yourself for your ego, literally.
January 8th:
It’s time to see how you die. I call it “The Screwdriver Effect”.
I am writing here the words you are going to listen and feel really soon. So, when I put my hands around your neck, your death will least surprise you.
Here we go:
Do you know what happens if I put this machine through your ear? As you loose a lot of blood, your heart will start beating really fast. Your mouth will get drier and drier. Your skin will look pale as cotton tainted by your own blood… And you will start sweating… Cold… Like little drops of hell emerging from your now disoriented body…
Can’t wait to say these words to you…
January 11th:
I have a question:
Who are you?
I mean… who is actually living inside you? Not the person you show to your friends, your family… Who are you when you find yourself alone and pure? The one that only you recognize and you try so hard not to show?
You know exactly what I am talking about. After all your masks, falls, what is left is your naked soul, I ask you again:
Are you a sheep or a timber wolf?
Investigator Note: A reply was sent by Subject to Jacksonwalker@gmail.com. It is believed suspect considered it a practical joke, and stated in his reply, 'Happy to be sheep, thanks.'. A few hours after this, he was met with 'so be it.'.
January 14th:
Yes… the day is getting closer and closer. The day when you will be sitting in my chair, inside my temple, listening to my words, fearing the next move is near.
I can almost hear your weak voice begging for another breath. I want to feel your eyes staring right through mine.
I am alive. I am not one. I am many.
In the end, the clever ones will come for me, knocking at my door.
I will be there…
January 15th:
We are about to enter a path with no return. A cold walk to the end of an era.
Soon you will receive your reports so you can start your useless investigation.
Your Instinct brought you here… and here you can turn around and go back to your normal life. But of course, you are thinking: “I am not turning back.”… Very brave! And with every act of courage comes a lethal dose of stupidity. So hear my advice, Don’t go any further if you are not ready to face your worst.
This is not a game. This is real. I promise the blood will be real.
I am more than a man, I am your shiver. I hold the dark when light find it space.
If you continue… I see you at my chair.
J.
January 20th:
Let’s try something.
Sit on the floor. Keep looking down but don’t close your eyes.
Just try not to think… If you got yourself entering a thought, just try to come back to nothing. Watch your thoughts like clouds passing through the sky.
Try it for 5 minutes. If you succeed, you are ready to face yourself. Master this, and you can defeat yourself.
Never forget that if you understand my work, it means that you are capable of killing too.
This mean that I am inside you and you live in me.
Before you try to threaten me, I dare you to defeat yourself.
I want to hear the results of your five minute experience.
Share with me.
A.
January 22nd:
This title was taken from a truly lived moment from someone that seems to be ready to face his own mind. The one who is ready to accept anything, even coming from a deadly enemy. It is the one that is closer to know that nothing is actually the place where silence words can reveal everything and in that moment, you just don’t have to learn anything else just because it is written in your heart.
Yes, we can make a choice…. but only if we live in doubt. But don’t forget, I am a snake with wings.
Fly for a minute or walk for eighty years.
Make up your mind now!
C.
January 25th:
I read your lines. Your brave words. Sentences of pride. Phrases of honor.
But I can sense fear behind your writing. I feel doubt.
Is this a game? Am I involved now in a web painted in blood? I know those questions live somewhere inside you.
I would go with the second one…
I gave you a chance to step back and save your life so you can keep walking for eighty years.
But it seems that you want to fly for a minute.
I will tell you a premonition now:
You will be buried for eternity.
K.
January 28th:
We all have an evil side and mine is the one I find. Can’t cure my wrath I can’t keep it locked. Someday, you will succumb. You can hide it anymore. The growing pain inside. It never goes away. The demons in my head and violence in my mind, torment night and day. Murder with no remorse. Someday you will succumb. You can't hide it anymore. Growing pain inside. It never goes away. My best is my worst.
J.A.C.K
February 15th:
You are running out of time…
Prepare to face an enemy without heart and soul. An invisible man. A shadow with a knife.
Inside my Destructive Device you can see where you will die.
Inside my Destructive Device you can hear how you will die.
I am closer than you think, but far enough to watch without being watched.
Close enough to make you feel my blade.
Close your eyes and you will see me… crystal clear.
Tomorrow at a certain time be ready to start.
Follow your Instinct
February 17th:
Finally… Let the hunt begins…
Follow the trace of blood.
Investigator Note: Searching through the archives, a killing has been recorded on that date, of Montgomery Slynt, 35 years.
February 26th:
I let you think for a couple of days but now, I am going to share all my experience with you.
Knowing my mind may help you with your investigation.
But beware… it won`t be easy.
This is not a game. I am ready to anything and nothing will cross my goals.
I am you… and you are nothing without my mind pulling the strings.
No more riddles… just blood!
Investigator Note: The following message is the only unread one, dated yesterday, 6:14 PM.
March 27th:
Today I woke up hungry.
I’m not talking about food, at least not for the body, but for the soul.
As I watch people passing by me, I wonder how they would look like in pieces. Is this normal? I mean, everybody have these feelings sometimes, but can they learn how to overcome it? For me, it seems impossible. I just can’t repress it, it’s like a basic need. Until I get it done, until I make it real, it doesn't get out of my head. It hurts, like if I was starving.
So right now, I’m in need of a plan to satisfy my needs. I don’t want to get caught in all the art of planning a death is just fulfilling. I can picture how it’s gonna be over and over. I watch it a thousand times in my head. Beautiful! At the same time it’s just like when I’m hungry and I see a picture of a juicy meal in front of me. It seems like my hunger increases.
Look out, look out, wherever you are. By the time you read this I will have you.
J.A.C.K
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