My name is Alice Mason. You might also know me as Chelsea Balisong.
I am all that's left. I don't know what happened to anyone else.
All I know is that that stupid fucking boy shot himself in the head. Or something. I'm pretty sure he's dead.
Regardless, something came out of him.
And then everything went black, and when I came to, I was alone, in our hideout, with a tape that had that initial transcript on it.
People have come after me since. I've been killing them. I think they're proxies but, in my state, they could be police or girl scouts for all I know.
I haven't been able to find anyone. There's been no fucking sign. I'm alone, and there's something else out there now. I think it's hunting me. I think it has them. Or maybe Smiley does. Or one of the other couple dozen collect-em-all monsters of the week that are out there, somewhere. I've honestly lost track on how boned we all are. With so many monsters, you'd think someone would notice all the bodies, or people disappearing, or some fucking thing.
It's amazing Cracked.com doesn't have a list, top five people mysteriously killed by mysterious evil.