Post by John Reid on May 13, 2015 13:08:38 GMT -5
(Typing sounds) "My name is Carl Kolchak. Today is September 9th, 2003. I am typing this to set the record straight about the strange events that took place in a seaport village known as Collinsport in Maine in the year 1976.It began four years before that, after I was "invited" to leave Las Vegas by the City Council after the Vegas incident. For those of you unaware of the strange events at that time I will give you a brief history, but for more details I suggest you read my book "The Vampire of Las Vegas".
In 1972 a series of murders took place in Las Vegas, Nevada. All of the victims of this serial killer were young females between the ages of twenty and twenty-five. Their only common link was that they died of enormous blood loss and no wounds on their bodies except for small puncture wounds on their throats!
The police began to search for a serial killer who believed himself to be a vampire. While investigating the case I happened upon a robbery in progress at a local blood bank.
I personally witnessed a dark haired male exit the building and proceed to mop the street with 25 to 35 uniformed police officers, all of which pumped 70 to 100 rounds of ammunition into the suspect, who did not bat an eyelid.
It was then that the cover-up began. One I was determined to blow the lid off of. This of course did not make me very popular with the Mayor, the D.A. or the Chief of Police.
The killer was identified by the F.B.I. as Janos Skorzeny, a wanted international fugitive who according to all verified documents was over 70 years old!
All of this was hushed up of course. To avert a panic they said. Through my contacts I managed to track Skorzeny to a recent home purchase. I waited for him and with the help of the dawn I succeeded in driving a stake through his heart.
The police arrived just as I pounded in the last stroke. I was on top of the world thinking I was a shoe in for Pulitzer Prize! After all, how many reporters get to destroy a real live vampire?
In was only then that I was called into the D.A.'s office. It turned out they did not exactly want to give me the key to the city. In fact, they blackmailed me into leaving town or facing life imprisonment for the murder of Janos Skorzeny. He and all of his victims were cremated.
So much for my Pulitzer Prize. I bounced around from town to town for awhile after that. I was lucky enough to get hired at the Independent News Service out of Chicago.
It seems my old editor and former sparring partner in Las Vegas, Tony Vincenzo didn't fare much better than I did. The powers that be ran him out of town also, just to make sure they tied up all the loose ends, nice and neat. He eventually got work in Chicago and it was just pure chance that I should apply for work their too.
One of the great moments of my life was seeing the look on his face when I implied that if he didn't hire me the real story about why he left Las Vegas might get leaked anonymously to his publisher. In other words he had no choice but to hire me.
The events of the next few years I published in my book "The Kolchak Papers", but what happened after that has never been released and will not be released until after my death, for reasons that will become clear. It started on June 13th, 1976. I received a call from one of my sources that something odd was happening in Maine. Specifically in a small seaport village known as Collinsport.
(End of part one)
