“Blood on the Driver”

They found a stack of photographs on the passenger side seat, though they did little to explain why their car had been found abandoned off of route 137 in Waukegan. Days before their disappearance, a neighbor put a call in for police about a domestic disturbance at the man's residence. When officers were sent to investigate, they found the man in a state of disrepair, though they were not able to confirm the report of someone fighting.

Without any evidence to proceed with a search of the house, the officers let the man off with a warning about disturbing the peace.

It is estimated that at about three in the morning the man left his house, traffic cams placing him on Highway 53 at around 3:15 a.m. After that, there is no further footage of his car, and the route he took to his final destination is unknown, though it is inferred that he took the most direct one.

There was a large amount of dried blood on his drivers side seat, roughly in the shape of a person. Based on medical records, it is considered fair to suggest that it fits the size and shape of the missing man.

In his glove compartment was a single piece of paper, all other items including expected items like a registry and owners manual could not be located and are assumed to have been removed by the owner at some point, as there are no traces of fingerprints outside of his own.

On the paper was this account, though the clarity of the work and the details make its authenticity suspect.

“I am leaving the stack of photographs where I found them, sitting on the passenger seat. I have already spent too long looking for clues for where I am and where I was supposed to be going. I opened my car door to get a better view of the dark outside of my car.

It was dark, but I could feel a wetness on the edges of my car door. I used my phone for the light.

I wish I hadn't/didn't. Wouldn't/Shouldn't.

Couldn't.

There was blood everywhere, and even the ground is coated in it.

I don't know where I am, but I can't get any cell phone service at all. There is a Wi-Fi, but whenever I try to connect to it my phone starts receiving pictures from an unlisted number.

It is more of the same, like the photos in the passenger seat.

I turned on the windshield wipers, then I turned on my headlights.

Blood as far as I can see.

I don't know where is here/there. It is everywhere/beneath.

It is scarlet.

Such a beautiful shade.

There is whispering coming in from my vents. I am trying to listen, but I can't quite make it out. I have been trying to listen for the last hour. Every time I seem to pick it up, it fades further back.

It tells me to open up the door and step outside.

It has started to rain.

Raining red.

It will be over soon.

I am already dead.”

I put this under the heading “The Red” on the presumption that this case is possibly linked to two other accounts I have shared with you.

I wanted to send this to you yesterday, but things got hard, and I had to take time to rest. I hate staying in hospitals, and though it was only for a short while, it still took a lot out of me.