The Corenthal Letters

Introduction

these letters are authored by Dr James Corenthal and contain the notes and treatments of the Mining Town Four, as well as other related information regarding Corenthal. The letters were released to various unfiction forum members through either the mail or the boxes. Jeff did have a cache of letters he had retrieved from his old elementary school, those these were lost when the rake took over Alex’s room.

So far there have been 9 letters released. The source of the letters that I have used is here: http://everymanhybrid.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Corenthal_Papers, and while I have used the transcripts from this wiki, everything else I have written is my own. Though I do read the speculation of the files, this is after I have written my initial thoughts. This will be my second read of the papers, so I already have some ideas.

I am also listed these in order they were released, which I have put together myself.

Btw, I have not run the spell checker over the letters, seeing as any mistakes may be intentional, the transcripts are untouched by me, apart from adding certain redacted names.

Corenthal Report dated 11-17-1971

Transcript:

Canton-Massillon Metropolitan Area of Ohio
The Office of Doctor James Corenthal
Fairmount Children's Home
6774 Union Street NE, Alliance Ohio 44601
(330)890-3463 ext. 431

November 17th, 1971

Doctor Roberts and the FCH Evaluations and Discharge
Fairmount Children's Home Admissions Office
6774 Union Street NE, Alliance Ohio 44601

Dear Doctor Roberts and the FCH Evaluations and Discharge Dept.,

RE: The continued observation of patient -REDACTED- EVAN

As our team has observed, over the course of the last year, the condition of one of our youngest patients, Evan, Has proven to be quite interesting, indeed. I pray that you recall the early stages of our unique treatment process involving the boy. The boy refused to respond to his given name and only reacted to the nickname his birth mother gave him: Habit. Though I've tried on many occasions, the actual source of his name is a story impossible to extract. The boy merely smiles and continues his activities whenever these queries arrise.

I commend your creativity regarding the suggestion for the boy to keep a picture diary, when it became known that a written journal was impossible (due to standing orders of keeping any and every pointed writing implement away from his possession). Evan graciously accepted the Polaroid camera and our staff and the patient's family were more than ecstatic to find a happy medium in the treatment spectrum. (How can anyone forget the first two weeks of his stay, when Nurse -REDACTED- brought his lunch into his room and proceeded to be -REDACTED- a good three dozen times until a security officer happened to walk past, noticing the young boy kneeling over the body of the new nurse, laughing and in a dazed state, covered in the gored bits of -REDACTED-. In all my years of practice, I have never seen a utensil buried so deep into a human body.)

As troubling as that was, the staff observed a stark improvement over the next four months, culminating in the suggestion of his release, with medical probation. This completion of treatment was suggested eight months ago and I urge you to reconsider your agreement. Aforementioned, Evan has truly shown improvement, but my dead colleague, he murdered an innocent caregiver. Obviously we shouldn't press criminal matters into his life (and simply continue psychiatric remediation) but releasing this child into and unforgiving and free environment would only lead to a terrible, terrible relapse of his homicidal tendencies. Surely you remember the warren of rabbits found in the Community-yard that Evan had apparently used to recreate the scene of Christ's crucifixion. I cannot forget.

On a personal note, Dr. Roberts, I have become slightly conscious of my own mental and medical necessities. Sleep is becoming quite the delicacy in my life and when I can find that unadulterated blink, all I hear is the same, damned, repeating verse: Rabit or Habit. Again, I pray you reconsider your confirmation of realse.

Sincerely,
J. CorenthalDr. James Corenthal, MD
FACP

this first letter is instrumental in the Evan/HABIT theory, and forms the basis for it. As stated, FairmountEvan does not respond to any other name than HABIT. This is either the beginning of the possession, or where HABIT actually originated. This is on the assumption that the Mining Town Four are the same people as the EMH crew. This letter also shows the sheer violence that HABIT exhibits, even causing the brutal death of a new nurse. It could be possible here that FairmountEvan is not fully aware of his violent actions, even at this stage, something that would carry on into the next iteration.

This note also shows the origins of HABIT's love for rabbit iconography, mostly in the way that he crucified a warren of rabbits, recreating the scene of christs crucifixion. This could seem a very subtle hint to either the end of THESEVENTRIALSOFHABIT, or even a symbol for what the cast may need to do.

We then see the introduction of the Animal Collective song, hinted with the personal note. It seems that the staff are being affected by HABIT and that they are having recurring thoughts, the RABIT OR HABIT phrase that is the chorus of the “who could win a rabbit” song repeated throughout the Morse videos.

The doctors are trying to inhibit the release of HABIT, and it seems that this was successful in other letters.

Corenthal Report dated 5-11-1971

Transcript:

Canton-Massillon Metropolitan Area of Ohio
The Office of Dr. James Corenthal -- Fairmount Children's Home
6774 Union Street NE, Alliance, OH 44601
(330) ###-#### ext. 4352

May 11th, 1971

Doctor Roberts and FCH Evaluations and Discharge
Fairmount Children's Home Admissions Office
6774 Union Street NE, Alliance, OH 44601

Dear Doctor Roberts and FCH Evaluations Dept.,

RE: Decline of Admission of Patient -REDACTED- VINCENT

Roberts, I am sure you are well aware of the current "controversy" that has come over our nursing staff. Of course, I am speaking of the conflicting accommodations regarding the two children, Vincent and Evan, from the mining town. Due to the departure of Dr. Stevens, I am urging you to reconsider the admission of the boy, Vincent. As you know, Stevens was a part of the Post-Traumatic/Sexual Deviation concentration and we are now lacking in such fields. I'll provide a brief reproduction of his admission transcript:

No, sir. The Reverend was a very nice man. -What's that? Oh, no. No, he never struck me or any of the others. He was very kind and would always share his stories and jokes with us - me in particular.He had this very small doggy, Badger, and he used to show us pictures after the Sunday services. Ah, Badger. I love puppies, you know, doctor? Well, Reverend Green knew this and can you believe that he wanted us to me - me and Badger! I was so happy. Reverend Green told my parents and of course they said it was okay. I first met Badger on a Sunday afternoon. He was really, really cute, but he had this terrible looking scar over one of his puppy eyes. Little cuts were all over his paws and I felt bad for him. When I told the Reverend, he said not to worry. He'll take Badger to the veterinarian. We watched the puppy scurry around the small patio and yard for a while when the Reverend told me that he had a great game we could play. You know I love games, doctor, so of course I was excited. He asked me if I had ever played Pirates. I was so happy, I began telling him stories about me and Captain Habit. He lit a small candle and told us that we were going to explore a hidden cove. I couldn't wait, doctor . . .

You know where it goes from there, Roberts. You can review the exact dates in his case-file, but this continued for about another year. One evening, Vincent's parents had arrived to pick up their son from the Reverend's house. After knocking for a few minutes, they walked in, finding the door unlocked, and found Vincent playing with a crude foam toy pirate ship. The Reverend was found eviscerated in the other room, in his underwear. Vincent was calm, happy, even. He sat there, horrifying his parents, playing with his toy. When they told him that they had to go, they had to call an ambulance, Vincent stopped smiling and stopped playing entirely. He said "Father, I would make sure it was okay with Man before we did that. He is very, very greedy. Apparently, the Reverend didn't know that Man doesn't share."

We are dealing with much more stress and trauma then we are currently outfitted for. Obviously, the investigation is continuing, but I do not believe that it is very wise at all to accept both patients from that town of ash. The symbolism is almost too fitting.

Sincerely,
J. Corenthal Dr. James Corenthal

this letter seems to be of importance as well, maybe even introducing a new theory. This letter informs us of the story behind FairmountVince, who was abused by the Reverend. The notes tell us about FairmountVince's interactions with the reverend and his dog. The puppy seems to have suffered some effects of either the rake or HABIT, possibly the first. It could also be that this dog is now the rake, or some part of it.

FairmountVince also mentions “Captain Habit”, an obvious link to HABIT. It was this that gave me a new theory. HABIT is a possessing spirit, we know that that is already a theory. But I now believe that HABIT was possessing each of the mining town four at some point, drawing them all into the care of Corenthal. Either as part of a predetermined plan, or he sensed they should be together. He may have even chosen these four for something, and was testing each one for their suitability as a host, Evan seeming to prove more suitable than the rest. Since it has been revealed in some CANYOUSEETHEWORDS stories that HABIT was aiding the slenderman abduct children, then the fact that these four were either not taken (or were moved to this time, or even passed onto this time through the iteration theory) is a very significant piece of information.

There is also the link to candle cove as well.

It seems that Corenthal is aware of the links, since all the mining town four were from Centralia, and he knows that this is all too strange.

The reverend was eviscerated in a manner similar to that of victims of the rake, and this could be the cause.

The quote about the man can be a reference to one of three things, either HABIT, slenderman, or an entirely new entity all together. It is unclear at this point who exactly this is referencing.

Corenthal Letter dated 10-27-1981

Transcript:

"10.27.1981

The last child from the "Mining-Town Four" has finally succumbed. I have absolutely failed these children as a doctor and as their protector. My old partner, Roberts, has been trying to reassure me of myself - of the nature of my job. He tries to reason that it is out of my control - I chose the cases that generally stood no chance to begin with and that I must not take it out on myself when failure inevitably arrived.

My other current patient, the girl from the horrible New York attacks, she's on emotional life support, as well, at present. We were a family. Evan, Vincent, Jeffrey, ----- [redacted, Steph] Inside back flap of envelope

and now, Linnie's in danger, more so than ever. No child deserves this. Linnie... she's different from the others. Her personal demon is much more feral in comparison to the others. You cannot understand how terribly useless I feel.

I was their only hope. The other "professionals" insisted that they were criminals of their own thought. Homicidal children - not these angels. I was the only one who was willing to hear their pleas and I let them down. They were my own children, simply not biologically. I refuse to let my remaining daugher become another tally. I cannot explain the creatures behind my children's misery, but I have a few theories. Maybe I'll peruse little Evan's picture diary, but the Good Lord knows that I can barely bring myself to catch a glimpse of his camera, which never fit comfortably in his meek hands.

I'm going to take Linnie east. We cannot stay in Ohio any longer. We'll find others, others who know. She'll live a good life without me. She'll grow up, she'll forget me, the others. It's for the best.

I'd better get to those photographs. (Jeffrey also wrote me a series of short-stories. Vincent and dearest ------ [redacted] were more so visual young artists. I must retrieve my old trunk with their treasures in it soon.)

-Corenthal. 11.27 pm" (thanks to KamenZero for the transcript)

this note deals with the apparent failure Corenthal has had as a doctor and protector, meaning that something has happened here to the group that was beyond his control. The New York attacks that are referred here have not been shown anywhere else. It seems that the group has either been taken, killed or simply gone, it is unclear. It is possible that they died, either at the hands of HABIT or slenderman, and were reset to another iteration. It is also possible that they were simply taken from the doctor, by either slenderman or HABIT.

We also see that Linnie, mentioned in the letters concerning the rake, was also under the care of Corenthal, and that her personal demon was the rake. She may also be apart of the iteration theory. It is also shown that Jeff had a Fairmount equivalent as well, and that he wrote stories for Corenthal, which have not been seen yet. The doctor has yet to retrieve the trunk (possibly box 5) with their treasures in it. He refers to Steph (Damsel, and redacted in the letters) in a way that indicates she may have been killed before the others, if she was killed. It does indicate a nasty fate that she suffered.

Corenthal Christmas Letter dated 12-26-1976

Transcript:

12.26.1976

God bless my dear Maryann. Our families always had a good laugh about it—a doctor and an oil-mogul's daughter getting married—about how well-off we would be on my salary alone. Ha! it was not easy, not easy at all. Thank goodness for my beloved, for if I had gone through this adoption process alone...they would have commit me and condemn me for such a "frivolous" expenditure of one's money. Again, ha!

Obviously, the money means nothing to me. Maryann and I, we were… we were devastated when we learned that we could not healthily conceive. Devastated. But we found our love in these children, these "rejects" as the home referred to them.

They have not had an outburst or any signs of ailment since we've left. Life is comfortable. I will return to the practice as soon as possible, depending on how long our savings last us.

It was a beautiful Christmas this year. Our family feels whole. A father cannot feel more content than to watch his children laugh comfortably in front of a fireplace on Christmas morning. Watching Evan and [redacted] jokingly shove eachother and prod Vinnie and Jeffrey into practical jokes and obvious conversational traps—this is the way things should be. Happy. Full of laughter. These children are my life—and I will stand in the way of anything that threatens them and my dear Maryann.

• Corenthal, 9. [handwritten 11? Just a mistake?] 6pm

the letter starts off with a mention of Corenthal's wife. The family that Corenthal refers to, is the mining town four, having adopted them all. This letter does show that the group did have good times, as the modern day versions have. It is also the quiet before the storm. This letter does not contain any important character development information, its more of a plot forwarding device used to deepen the link between Corenthal and the children.

Corenthal Letter dated 2-27-1975

Transcript:

2.27.1975

Every so often, as expected, the children, seem to suffer a “group-relapse” so to speak. Occasionally, a single one may seem to experience mood swings and other emotional inadequacies, but those are generally “normal” at such an age. It just pains Maryann and myself so when they all go through relapses.

It’s never an individual occurrence, these episodes. It’s never Evan, acting out alone. It’s never Jeffrey shouting nonsense, or Vinnie spouting Biblical verses. No. When it does occur, it’s always each and every one of them. After the episode is “finished, each of the children become very reclusive, with Stephanie perhaps being the most affected.

They may refuse food and lock themselves in their rooms for hours on end, not making a single noise. They may simply sit on the kitchen floor, staring off into space. The post-incident emotions generally tend to be solitary events. Not very pleasant for our family.

The most recent of these incidents happened just yesterday. Two days ago, Maryann called me frantically from a store in town. The children had gone missing. She told me that they had been writing and acting out a play about pirates; she hadn’t seen or heard from them since. They had been missing since mid-morning. Maryann thought that they might have made a small trip into town. No one else had seen them. We were nearly hysterical.

Around ten pm last night, our phone rings. A few police officers had been around the house that day in order to help begin a small search for them, but they didn’t promise much and insisted that we stay optimistic. I answered the phone and wouldn’t you know it: Jeffrey was on the line.

I demanded to know where he was, where his siblings were. They were in Pennsylvania. He handed the phone to an adult and I almost exploded, calling him a rapist and the like, until he informed me that he was “Officer Matten” of a local police department, and so on and so forth. The children were safe, yet hours away.

We had to drive and pick them up. Officer Matten was incredibly reassuring, well, at least in hindsight he was. I don’t think I was very jovial about the whole incident. He said he would have driven them some distance himself, but he was not sure he could use the department’s vehicle for something like that. We were terribly relieved... but you know the children had a whole wave of explanations to look forward to. After talking to the children for a few moments, it became quite clear that they weren’t goofing off, that they didn’t simply “run away”—that this was another episode.

After hours of driving into the night, and waiting out a brief snowstorm just over the border into PA, we found this secluded restaurant that Matten told us to meet us in. He didn’t want the children waiting at the dirty old prison and he knew the proprietor of the restaurant, so he waited with them there. It was very early in the morning when we finally arrived; the sun wouldn’t be rising for a few more hours. However, the proprietor of the tavern was apparently a kind spirit and did not mind keeping the fireplace roaring and the front door unlocked for the night.

A few other locals sought refuge from the increasingly violent snowstorm outside. It seems that we had made it just in time. The roads were becoming icy and the Pocono roads were already treacherous enough as they were. Some were tourists, staying in the nearby cabins owned by the motel. Apparently, the children had ended up near this small resort town, aptly named “Memory Town.” The owner seemed to be in his element, as if this storm was just another occasion to entertain and take care of the people around him.

Meals were ordered and made, no fare was collected. The leather sleeves that were generally used to house bar-tabs and restaurant bills sat uncollected among the scattered groups of family in the comfortable tavern. The children sat near the rear windows, looking out into the freezing lake that the resort town was built around.

I was moved by Maryann’s interactions with the children. We agreed that pressing on them hysterically would only lead us into more frustration and anger. Gradually, bits of conversation came from our children: It’s not like we did anything wrong—we were just playing a game. - We used to do it all the time in the home doctor, I mean every weekend we played these games. - He got us there in an instant, I don’t know why it too us so long to get home. -We just wanted to find the hidden treasure.

What frightened me the most, was the honesty exhibited in their pleading explanations. If they weren’t lying, there was something terribly wrong. And if they were honest, which I believe they always are... then I don’t know how they easily traveled this far. Or, something is terribly wrong.

My children were taken from my house, transported over three hundred miles Eastward, all in search of a whimsical “treasure” and all under the guidance of this “figure”—yes; something is terribly wrong, indeed.

-Corenthal, 3.23am

Scrawled on the bottom was a handwritten note saying "HOW MANY LIVES HAVE YOU LED AND SPENT?"

the letter starts off referring to group relapses, which are also experienced by the modern crew in “The Hidden Videos”. This letter also confirms that Steph is the fourth of the mining town four.

Officer Matten is also mentioned here, having found the children after they were transported to Pennsylvania by slenderman. These events are also mention in “The Hidden Videos” when the group speak of where they were taken.

The group were reunited in an old tavern, though we have not heard of this tavern in any videos, and the group have not been there. There is the possibility that future videos will take place there.

The final part “we just wanted to find the hidden treasure” was not said in the later video. It can seem that the pirate games are a very integral in the history of the four, and that they were looking for something. This hidden treasure may be box 5 or it may come later, possibly as box 7.

the doctor recognises that there is something very wrong, and that he is aware of slenderman.

Corenthal Report dated 12-14-1971

Transcript:

Canton-Massillon Metropolitan Area of Ohio The Office of Dr. James Corenthal -- Fairmount Children's Home
6774 Union Street NE, Alliance, OH 44601
(330) ###-#### ext. 4352

December 14, 1971

Doctor Roberts and FCH Evaluations and Discharge
Fairmount Children's Home Admissions Office
6774 Union Street NE, Alliance, OH 44601

Dear Doctor Roberts and FCH Evaluations Dept.,

RE: Patient JEFFREY [REDACTED] and the "Mining Town Four"

Roberts, you know I am the first to admit when I have done wrong and this is just such an occasion. I must apologize for my prior hesitation concerning the admissions from the Pennsylvania fires. Last month, I provided a brief report on another patient that you and I each know very well, Evan, and I must say that the progress shown has been consistent with the amount of contact he has held with the other children from his hometown. Although I expressed doubts concerning his overall health and still do not think it would be wise to fully discharge any of these children, their relationship and various friendships have been incredibly beneficial to their eventual rehabilitation.

However, one of the children in my care, Jeffrey [REDACTED], is having a particularly difficult time acclimating to the home's routine schedule and cannot break himself from this dream that we have discussed a few times since his admission. It is quite apparent that these night-terrors are stemming from a traumatic incident and, when he describes the dream, it is quite clear that it has to do with the very violent fate that the rest of his family met back in Pennsylvania.

TRANSCRIPT (December 12th, 1971):

"I'm sorry to bother you again, Doctor. I wouldn't want to worry you, but they said I had to talk to you because of my screaming. Yeah, when we were sleeping. Vinnie and Stephie tried to help me when I woke up, but the others weren't happy. They were yelling and cursing at us. Evan eventually woke up too. They called us all bad names, Doctor. ... ... Oh, the dream? yeah, it was about Mommie and Ellie again ... ... Okay, Doctor. Oh, yeah. daddy was there, too. I remember going to his funeral, Doctor; why was he in my dream? I have a little rose blossom from his funeral wreath. It's in my old room. ... ... [His family's house was lost in the town's fires, he obviously doesn't recall or blocks it out.] Never mind. Yes, the dream. You probably remember how it goes. It was last Christmas, again, and we were siting in the living room. Ellie's only... or was, only a few years old [sic] than me. I wanted to be just like her, Doctor. She was so smart. She was going to go to college one day. [I mentioned a few possible fields that she may have wanted to go into.] No, I don't think she wanted to be a nurse. I don't really remember. She was good at everything in school. She was writing something in a diary that Grandma had sent her for the holidays. No, Grandma wasn't there. She lived far away so she mailed us our gifts every year. She was awesome though, Doctor. She sent me a little red truck. I was picking up deliveries near the fireplace and the bed of the truck popped off. I was trying to click it back together when I heard the kitchen door open. Mom stood up, she was sitting with Ellie, looking at her writing. They were smiling and Ellie was describing something. Mommy wasn't smiling anymore. She goes away from us. In the kitchen, I hear this horribly loud BANG. Something fell on the floor. Daddy comes into the living room and looks at the Christmas tree, then at me and Ellie. He's smiling. he was just hunting, because he has this shotgun and is covered in chunks of some dead animal [The blood of his mother, Roberts.] He tells us "Merry Christmas, lovies," and puts the barrel of his gun to the back of Ellie's head. Before she can say anything he pulls the trigger. He walks over to me and kneels down to my face. He clicks the bed of the truck back together and hands it to me. "I love you, Jeffrey," he whispers and kisses my forehead. I take my truck and place it on the ledge of the fireplace. "Daddy... why did you do that to Ellie?" I pointed to the hole in Ellie's face. Daddy walked over to the Christmas tree and touched my favorite ornament, a little toy wooden soldier that he and I made over the summer. He taught me how to carve figures using his old knife and I was so excited that he let me use a small piece of firewood we had collected for the winter to make a soldier for this year's tree. He bought some paints at the store in town and we painted it together. ... ... ... (I asked the boy, "Jeffrey, what happened next? You stopped telling me about the dream.") ... ... Oh, yeah. Yeah, Doctor. He stopped looking at the ornament and looked back at me. "Son... the Man made me do it." He put the shotgun's tip into his mouth and I hear the BANG again. I wake up and everyone's telling me to stop screaming. Vinnie and Stephie were holding my hand. They weren't telling me to stop. They were trying to help me."

These night terrors have fortunately cut down to about twice a week at this point, Roberts. This is much better news than when the boy first had arrived (and wasn't that a most splendid week?). Obviously, these relationships that he has developed within the hospital have been serving to help speed up his recovery. I have put in a request to move the children from their standard sleeping accommodations in the common hall to a new partitioned area. I want to try something, Roberts. They are each lacking a true parental figure at this point; I think that may be all they may need.

Sincerely,

[Signature]

Dr. James Corenthal, MD

FACP

this letter can show a rift between Evan and the group, where he wasn't the first to help Jeff, though this could relate to the fact that Vince and Jeff were the first to be friends and Evan joined later. FairmountJeff has had quite an ordeal, his whole family killed off by his father who was possibly under the influence of slenderman. He seems to have the recurring dream with each iteration as it is mention in modern day Jeff. There is also the suggestion in this letter that the group were kept with other children, possibly one of them was a counterpart to a modern day character. Other than that, this letter only really links FairmountJeff to his modern counterpart.

The Tribe Twelve Corenthal Letter

Transcript:

--7, 22, 1995

Although I'm far removed from

and for various interviews

Fellows Council held their

appearance. Why in Florida,

acation' bit of the converenc---

the “Mining Town Four”. I h---

researching the children. You--

attendance. Well, an infamous---

Fellowship's Charles Manson.

For such educated men and women, you wouldn---

nonsensical things, they shouted at ne, accus---

rapist, even. Maryann tried to reassure me, vi---

that night. Bless her, but it wasn't very helpfu---

Roberts tried to stop me from storming out. I may have ---

leave that ---- ium, which was adjacent to the ---

pediatr--- a young boy with sloppy brown hai---

sti--- was some family, the attending nu---

off --- my curiousity.

I for--- en concerning the Fel-- meeting and stopped ---

listen. --- st plunging from a park –er's tower. Playing a ga---

Not his fault. Man made him do it. My veins ran cold at the nonchalant

statement. I may have shoved the questioning policeman aside to talk to th--

boy. He greeted himself as Milo.

I can't help but compare his stor-- wit-- my children's. I'm going back to

speak to him and his family tomorrow at their house. I've arranged plans to

---t are the odds that this boy and I are visitors in a neighboring

---- same day, in the same facility.

---hal --- 11.34 PM

there is not a lot that can be determined from this letter, apart from the fact that it is about Milo, Noah’s cousin from TribeTwelve. The letter is severely burned, and this is the full contents of the remaining text. It seems that Milo may have killed someone by throwing them from the tower shown in TribeTwelve, under the direction of the slenderman. The mining town four are also mentioned, though not much else is able to be discerned from it.

Noah Release 1

Transcript:

12.14.1990

I feel uncomfortable.

It’s been two weeks since I’ve dreamt at all; the silence has been incredibly nurturing. However, this afternoon, I fell asleep in my sunroom, just after reading some novel.

It wasn’t a night-terror, it wasn’t images of my family... it was just odd.

Visions, glimpses, flashes, of a man and a woman, complete strangers to me, having sex. These scenes were cut between a conversation that my Linnie was having with good old William, a conversation that seemed to predate whatever episode I had accounted for of Linnie’s a month ago. I can’t recall the whole conversation... but it was all very confusing: No, Linn, you weren’t blood related... Yes, you all seemed to get along very well... I know, I know... You’re right, the resemblance is uncanny... it just doesn’t feel right. If you’re going to go... just be careful. I’ll call you if I find anything that can give you a little bit of insight... I know how insane it must all sound.

Linnie left William and dear Rose to find someone. She was confused about her former siblings’ life and demise. Someone, someone who seemed to know about them, as well.

Maybe it’s time to rethink the scope of my investigation.

This note doesnt give a lot of details away, but it does show what happened to Rose and William, and it does explain where Linnie started off.

Hamilton Library Notes

the notes transcribed by Jeff, found in the library. Transcript lifted from original, uploaded by Jeff:

Notes from the Hamilton Township Public Library digitalized microfilm collection. Some grammar might be off, due to my hand feeling as if it were dying in the transcription process. We’ll see where this goes. -Jeff

The Microfilm Collection
Disgraced doctor spends an evening the ER
May 23rd, 1984 – Associated Press
Sporadic practitioner of pediatric medicine, James Corenthal, spent several hours late Tuesday night in the Good Samaritan Regional Medical Center, receiving stitches in multiple locations on his body after an incident in a local restaurant. His assailant, whose name was not released at the time of this report, spent the night in the county prison and was released early the next morning. In a brief response to questions concerning what invoked such an attack, Corenthal stated “I was only looking into the history of my children’s former lives. The locals simply didn’t want anything to do with me.”
Corenthal is known for his work in the Fairmount Children’s Home (Ohio) and the troubling incidents involving his adopted (and since deceased) children.
The first of the news reports regarding Corenthal. The attack in question could be due to HABIT influencing people, trying to stop Corenthal.

Traveling physician honored at banquet; generously donates
June 2nd, 1993 – Associated Press
Hamilton Township Mayor Jack Rafferty honored Dr. James Corenthal Wednesday night with a banquet held at iconic Angeloni’s Cedar Gardens in Hamilton Square. Corenthal, nearly crying, thanked the Mayor and the community that supported Corenthal’s ongoing, albeit unclear, research. Cedar Gardens sponsored and funded the event, bearing connections to the young patients the doctor was caring for at the time. Local families were treated to music, games, and the Mayor’s appreciative speech, culminating in a surprise announcement, from the doctor, to donate a generous amount of money to the Hamilton Public Library. Corenthal’s generally private and quiet wife also was flown in for the event, procuring a tearful reaction from the doctor.
A simple entry about the commendation of the work done by Corenthal, though the public don't seem to be aware of the research he is completing.

Physician sought for questioning; flees authorities
October 11th, 2002 – Associated Press
Jack Willers, 43, of Monroe Township was found dead in his garage early this week. A preliminary investigation reveals many signs of a struggle between Willers and an unknown suspect. Investigators state that their findings show signs of a struggle lasting a few hours, at the minimum. Monroe Township police sought to contact James Corenthal, MD, after finding that he had a brief meeting with the family hours beforehand, to meet Jack’s troubled son for the first time. Corenthal is not immediately a suspect; however, his flight is a concern worth noting.
Another short news report about the murder of a man, presumably the father of a slenderman victim from the sound of Corenthal's interest. The murder, again, could either be slenderman, HABIT or possibly Corenthal, either by accident or for some significant reason that we do not know.

Suspicious doctor ducks authorities, again; charges pressed
March 2nd, 2003 – Associated Press
Following the double-homicide of Drew and Maurene Henson of Bourbon County, police are issuing a warrant for the arrest of the deranged James Corenthal. The couple had been found brutally murdered, with signs of an intense struggle, in their newly purchased home early last month. Although no immediate evidence signals Corenthal’s involvement, the fact that he had met with the family earlier in the day to discuss the condition of their suicidal daughter raised some flags.
In this report, It could be said that the murders are being committed to frame Corenthal and halt his research.

Suspect children’s doctor flees yet another murder
August 16th, 2005 – The Trenton Times
The entirety of the River Road / Lambertville corridor was shut down early Monday morning. Police warned of a highly-dangerous suspect in the region, after finding a small eatery massacred in downtown Lambertville. The inside of the restaurant was likened to that of a riot, implicating a massive fight. At least a dozen bodies were found in the aftermath of the skirmish, with the total count unclear. A security feed shows the suspected James Corenthal fighting off the victims. Corenthal is first seen backing into the frame, leaving investigators to believe that he induced the riot. He was last seen fleeing the eatery and into his car. The vehicle was found discarded less than half a mile down the road, on Fiddler’s Creek Road. Corenthal is suspected to be hiding out in the state park.

It is clear now that HABIT is trying to hinder the progress of Corenthal, and has been affecting others to aid in HABIT's goal.

Corenthal Letters 7-22-1995----7-13-1995

Transcript:

07.22.1995

Although I'm far removed from the practice, I'm asked for my medical opinions and for various interviews involving my time in Ohio every so often. The Fellows Council held their annual meeting today; they wanted me to make an appearance. Why in Florida, the good Lord only knows. During the 'open action' bit of the conference, Roberts brought up the Case-Study report of the “Mining Town Four”. I hadn't realized that people were still actually researching the children. You would have thought that they had a celebrity in attendance. Well, an infamous-convict at least. Today, I was the medical Fellowship‟s Charles Manson.

For such educated men and women, you wouldn't believe the things, the nonsensical things, they shouted at me, accused me of. I was a murderer. A rapist, even. Maryann tried to reassure me, via a long distance phone call that night. Bless her, but it wasn‟t very helpful.

Roberts tried to stop me from storming out. I may have punched him. I had to leave that forsaken auditorium, which was adjacent to the facility's pediatrics ward. I noticed a young boy with sloppy brown hair receiving stitches in his arm. There was some family, the attending nurse, and a police officer present. This caught my curiosity.

I forgot about the rubbish concerning the Fellows meeting and stopped in to listen. Something about plunging from a park ranger's tower. Playing a game. Not his fault. Man made him do it. My veins ran cold at the nonchalant statement. I may have shoved the questioning policeman aside to talk to the boy. He greeted himself as Milo.

I can't help but to compare his stories with my children's. I'm going back to speak to him and his family tomorrow at their house. I‟ve arranged plans to do so. What are the odds that this boy and I are visitors in a neighboring state on the same day, in the same facility?

-Corenthal, 11.34pm

07.23.1995.

Maybe I am just seeing patterns or possible leads in desperation. I do not care anymore, honestly. This young boy, Milo Asher, is incredibly unique compared to the other children I have spoken with since I have lost my own. He is not unusually talented or gifted or anything of that nature at all. Curiously enough, he is remarkably average as far as children are concerned. However, the way he speaks about his dreams… that is what sets Milo apart from the others.

Since the eighties I've spoken to many children who were disturbed due to a terrible father-figure, or an alcoholic mother, or an abusive sibling, etc. etc. Of course, they each deserve the utmost attention and care in order to cease this unnecessary scarring. But these incidents, they were not what I was looking for. As a doctor, of course I wanted to help them. However, if that was simply the case, I would still be home. If that were the case, I would have never have left Ohio. If that were the case, Milo would have been just another boy resisting stitches in the hallway of a busy hospital.

I arrived at the Asher household around eleven am. It was a comfortable house in a quiet neighborhood just outside of the heavily-developed portion of town. I may have driven through it on the way to the convention in Florida. It seemed that Mrs. Asher was relatively happy to see me. If nothing else, she wasn't spiteful of her son's necessity for help. She helped me to the kitchen and I found Milo coloring at the table. We were offered tea and he had accepted for each of us.

Mrs. Asher had apparently lost her husband, Robert, years earlier. Considering Milo must have been very young when this happened, I did not push on the topic. There was no need to dwell on such subjects.

On the way to the house, I had stopped in at a craft parlor and purchased a small key-and-lock journal for the boy. The way he spoke out at the hospital led me to believe that he enjoyed stringing words together, regardless of what he was actually saying. I was correct. He was extremely surprised and eager to mess around with it when I took it out of my bag. He rapidly came to the realization that a key-and-lock journal required an actual key to properly work with.

We would have to speak before he received the key.

He was relatively easy to work with. He didn't avoid the questioning, he didn't duck around corners or advert the situation on hand. Without me even mentioning it, he brought up dreams and the recurring nightmares that he had been having. His other doctor had simply dismissed them as night-terrors and of no medical concern. This was, of course, overlooking the fact that a seemingly sentient entity had told young Milo to leap from a ranger's tower in a park. (I would like to know the name of this foolish doctor.)

The discussion led to the key-player (subtle pun intended) in that beloved phrase that seemed to be popping up everywhere in my personal history: “Man” – The Man made me do it. (Man doesn’t like to share, etc.) I could not possibly overlook this detail – it screamed of parallels between Milo and my own children.

I had nearly spat out my tea. Or choked. Or both.

Hoping that I had not fooled myself into believing that Milo was more similar to my own than he actually was, I had looked over my old diary entries when I returned from the Asher house – the quotes were all there, almost twenty-five years ago, and again, today, coming from a young boy who seemed to enjoy recklessness a bit too much.

So we discussed the “Man” – for quite a bit.

In an almost whimsical nature, Milo described this creature: Tall. Lanky in structure. Dozens upon dozens of branch-like appendages. A completely featureless face. I had asked Milo if he enjoyed horror movies. He didn't really care for them. I remembered my children's various pieces of artwork from over the years. Just before I sat down to this diary entry, I dusted off my old chest and re-examined the kids' old pieces. Evan's picture-book, Stephanie and Vincent's drawings, Jeffrey's short-stories – briefly sweeping over them, there were numerous hints towards this tall man. Good God.

Milo seemed frightened of this man, but also held a sense of… let's just say, concerned respect. Accepted inevitability. This worried me a great deal. He didn't seem eager to rid himself of this man, more so that he accepted this as how things would be and could not seek an accommodating change from its standing.

He went on to tell me that this man had a particular plan for him, for other children, too. They were all to go on a great journey together. The way Milo described it, it seemed like a vacation, disregarding the melancholy nature in which he told it.

I felt incredibly foolish asking him this (and I still do for recollecting it) but I asked him… I asked him if he knew any of my children, any children named Evan, Jeffrey, Vincent, or Stephanie. Almost expectedly, he didn't. A television that was on in the living room unexpectedly shot up to maximum volume and then promptly turned off. Mrs. Asher muttered something under her breath and I heard her rise from her seat to examine the piece. The silence between the peculiar incident concerning the TV and Mrs. Asher‟s comment was occupied by this dull buzzing noise that seemed to be emitting from the entire house, almost as if a microphone was just nearly too-close to its speaker.

Milo's attention suddenly perked up and he told me that he knew my children, contradicting his previous uncertainties. “They've already been there, Doctor.”

I was aghast.

I asked Milo what he meant. His attention snapped, yet again, and he stared at me curiously; he had no idea what I was talking about. I thanked the boy and his mother and was on my way. I promised to be back in touch with them soon. As soon as I had entered my car, I broke down sobbing for a few moments. What the hell did the boy mean – they’ve already been there, Doctor.

They've been dead since 1981. I cannot do anything to change that. Milo was confused. I can‟t go off of an impaired child‟s off-hand comment in order to chance the impossible. I won‟t risk dragging Linnie back into this; she has her own life now.

But what did that mean – they’ve already been there. Does this mean… that they have left this place? That they've escaped?

-Corenthal, 11.47pm

(On a rather curious side-note: as I left the house of Asher, I noticed something across the way. There was a torn piece of black cloth, gently pinched to a dying thorn bush that had caught my eye. I pulled the burlap-esque material from the plant and felt suddenly lightheaded. This cloth gave my skin the sensation of a soft vibration and made me feel slightly ill. I was going to take it to an old friend, to see if he could make any sense of it.)

these letters seem to make up the burned letter Noah received. The first letter seems to confirm that Milo did not throw anyone off of the tower, rather plunging down himself, though we do not have any rock solid facts yet. It seems that the slenderman wanted Milo dead. It is only during the second letter that we get confirmation of Milo jumping from the tower under the direction of the slenderman.

Corenthal draws the similarity of Milo with the mining town four, and that Milo knew of a plan the slenderman had, to take him and the mining town four away. It seems that the slenderman wants to take them all to the candleverse. Corenthal reports about a buzzing sound throughout the house, and the obvious presence of the slenderman who seems to have an effect on Milo, who contradicts his statements and says he knows the mining town four, and that “they have already been there” suggesting that the children have been very intimately involved with the slenderman, and Milo may even be entering into this relationship, possibly even entering into the iteration theory.

Holy shit! The final few paragraphs shocked me a little, I was not expecting such confirmation of theory here. It is confirm that the mining town four all died in 1981, and that Corenthal is possibly still trying to find them in some way. This death could either be the end of the iteration that Corenthal was witness to, or it could be the method of transference into the modern world. It is unclear whether the group have read this letter, but this is a most important one. These letters were part of the password protected files that HABIT had. It seems that the mining town four ended their iteration in 1981, and could possibly have resumed it in the modern world.

Corenthal takes this simple phrase as a way to renew his hope in the children, hoping they have left the candleverse, and suggesting that the children were not killed directly, more, taken somewhere. It suggests that they were not found, just assumed to be dead.

The final note leads into the next letter, Corenthal discovers a piece of cloth, possibly a piece of the slenderman's suit. The cloth has an adverse affect on him, and he aims to get the cloth analysed.

Corenthal/Adam Roberts Notes

Transcript:

(Note: the dashes represent where the paper was torn. Some words were cut off.)

----S CORENTHAL - ADAM ROBERTS - UNIVERSITY OF

----ORIDA

---IDENCE (TRANSCRIPT) : NOTES RETRIEVED FROM STUDENT OF DR.

ADAM ROBERTS

BEGIN:

>>Dr. Roberts informed me that an old colleague of his needed some assistance. Christ, I wouldn't have helped him had he not offered me a copious amount of extra credit in his 450 class. I don't know why he didn't just do it himself. He seemed so worked up over a damn imaging procedure. He loaded the chamber and left. I sat in the booth, four layers of concrete and lead away and thumbed on the panel. We had run this "enlightening" procedure on radiation-imaging every semester since freshman year. Why in the hell couldn't he get one of the newbies to do it? While the preliminary scans began, the animated read-out began acting all funky. I assumed it would have stopped once it achieved y, but the friggin' (sic) thing cycled back to a. The imager kept playing this loop, with the duration of each level varying. The normal animations were bugging out. The machine assigned a lowercase sigma (σ) to this unique energy and kept jamming out this animation.

It recognized a wave that could react in real time and not emulate typical radiation at all. What the hell was this that Dr. Roberts was having me examine? There was no way that Dr. Roberts had allowed some form of weaponry into the school’s lab. I’m pretty sure there are laws against that. I dialed his office, but he was foreseeably (sic) not answering. I turned off the animator and checked the live-view of the chamber. After a brief stint of static, I stopped short - a simple patch of black cloth sat on the mount. A man had entered the office. I had not noticed him due to the freakin’ scientific abomination before me. He startled me, but the look on his face told me that he must have been Dr. Roberts’ colleague: the owner of this material. I remember him asking, “Excuse me,” stammering. “But what the hell is it?”

After giving him a rundown on the basics of radiation and the wave-animator software we had (he seemed somewhat familiar in the field as it was) we both remained equally confused. The only thing we could determine is that there were trace amounts of carbon in the piece. Hell, just like everything else on this rock. “So we can’t tell what exactly it is?” he had asked me. I shrugged. I felt pity for the older guy. He thanked me and closed his eyes. Just as he turned to leave, he stopped short: “Well... we know we can---determine exactly what it is... but could we build something that detects it?” <<END

this letter signifies the discover of sigma radiation, the radiation given off by the slenderman, and the blood from the EMH crew, as well as possibly being emitted by Milo's blood, though this is unclear. The new type of radiation does not emulate typical radiation at all, meaning that it does not seem to have any severe adverse effect on people, though it is said to be the source of the slendy-sickness and that it is possible that this radiation could be the source of the distortion around the presence of the slenderman.

This letter also signifies the building of the black box device, proving it to be a slenderman detector, essentially.

Final Word

as with every subject I have covered around the EverymanHYBRID story ark, any new developments will be recorded, analysed, reported on and posted on this blog, so any new letters or notes that I receive shall be posted. This segment was the last for me to complete, and it has given me a massive load of answers, and I thoroughly recommend that all letters are fully read at least twice, to fully understand the theories behind them.