Email from Harold Pierce(skattertrillxy@*****com) to Francis Doman (fDoman365@*****com)
sent - 3:12 pm Wednesday, June 07 200X
Sup man. Yeah, I got the answers for Mr. Dickbag's final. It's attached to this. It's a .txt file. Check it out when you get time. Dude, Andy's got some balls! Sneaking into school last night to get the file from his computer? We told him it's not worth it, but he did it anyway. He's out his friggin' mind lol. Anyway, are we still doing the thing on Friday? Guess I can't chicken out now. You sure the cops can't get us for this? I prepped everything, Wendell came over to my house on Tuesday and helped me. Dude knows a lot about computers. So yeah, you didn't miss much today. Mrs. Lovejoy just showed a film again. Some random flick that had nothing to do with the book we're reading lol. You know how it is. I'm feeling kinda sick, too, not gonna lie. Shit, you probably gotta tell me what happens tomorrow. Guess I'll see ya when I see ya, Frankie!
File attached: 200X_CALC_FINAL.txt
Email from Francis Doman(fDoman365@*****com) to Harold Pierce (skattertrillxy@*****com)
sent - 8:33 pm Wednesday, June 07 200X
Just got your email, Harry. I slept all day :D. btw THANKS BRO! Holy shit, you just saved my ass. I'll check it out once my computer's fixed. We owe Andy a big one. Oh yeah, totally, we're still on it. Uh, Hector didn't want to do it. Same reason you said. He was afraid it would mess with him getting into college or something if we get in trouble. But no, man, the cops won't find out. I tried to tell Hector the same thing, but he still said no. I didn't wanna force him so yeah. Same goes for you man, just tell me, you know. It's your house and computer after all haha. Angie and Jimmy are still down though. Jimmy'll bring the weed. My bro, Tommy, got me some beer from work ;) . I'll bring that around. Your parents come back on Sunday night right? Is it still cool if I crash at your place?
Text from James Wright (510-XXX-XX78) to Angelica Muñoz (510-XXX-XX12)
sent - 8:04 pm Friday, June 09 200X
Hey, babe <3 sorry, gonna be a little late. My cousin had to borrow my car to pick up her mom from the airport. There was like an accident on i-80 or something. I'm still waiting on her, but it shouldn't be long now. Do you remember how to get to Harry's place btw? You two used to be neighbors right? I lost my MapTree and I ran out of copy paper. Now we can be extra late ;)
Call from Amanda Pierce (510-XXX-XX92) to Harold Pierce (510-XXX-XX23)
Call made - 9:12 pm Friday, June 09 200X
H: Hey ma! [said away from the phone] Hey guys! shut up, it's my mom!
A: Hello? Harry, are you there?
H: Yeah, I'm here, sorry I was doing something.
A: Is someone there? Be honest. I thought I told you NOT to have anyone over while your father and I were out.
H: No! Of course not. That was the TV. I swear!
A: Well, if—
H: Uhm, how are you and dad, by the way?
A: We are doing fine. Your father took me to the most fabulous restaurant in L.A. and —
?: [ unintelligible voice ]
A: I'm sorry, what was that, Harry?
H: Huh?
A: Don't "Huh" me.
H: Ma, I didn't say anything.
?: [ unintelligible voice ]
A: There is a lot of static, dear. I can't hear you.
?: [ unintelligible ] ... BITCH ... [ unintelligible ]
H: What?!
A: Harry!
H: Mom! Mom, no, no, no! I did not say that!
A: Who is that?
H: [woman's scream in background]
H: [man yelling in background] Dude, what the fuck! Turn it off! Fuck!
A: Harry, who was that? Harry!
H: Shit. Ma, I'll call you back. [to background] Guys! What the hell?
A: Harold, you are in so much —
Call ended - 9:13 pm Friday, June 09 200X
Audio recording found on Pierce home computer. Recorded through computer microphone (.wav file)
Began recording - 8:52 pm Friday, June 09 200X
[keyboard moving, keys and mouse clicking]
Harold: Hey, if you guys are gonna smoke, do it outside.
James: Yeah.
Harold: Save some for me, too. Hey, Frank, pass me my beer, will ya?
[ bottle thuds ]
Francis: So you got it working? What the hell's all this?
Harold: Yeah, I got it. Uhhhh ... Here we go!
Francis: Nice! Chat with him.
James: Just weed, alright? That's all we're getting.
Angelica: How'd you guys know you're not talking to some sicko?
Harold: We don't, but like, you know ...
James: I mean Blake was kinda off, too. We still bought from him 'till he got scooped up.
Angelica: That's not what I meant.
[ cellphone vibration ]
Harold: Hold up, I gotta take this. Uh, take over?
Francis: Sure thing.
[mouse clicking]
Francis: "Dark Secret Desires?" what the hell is that?
James: Don't mess around with that shit, bro, you have no idea what kinda people are on there.
Angelica: What? Are you an expert?
[ Laughter ]
Harold: Hey guys! shut up, it's my mom!
[ loud thud ]
Francis: Shit! knocked over his beer. Damn, it's all over the keyboard ...
James: I'll get a paper towel. Don't use your sleeve man!
Angelica: What's up with the screen?
Francis: I don't know. I think I accidentally hit "enter" while wiping.
Computer Speaker: [voice with changer ] HELLO FRIENDS.
James: Damn, why is that so loud? Who's that? Yo! Frankie, turn the webcam off he can see us!
Francis: I can't! The beer must have fucked up the keyboard.
Computer Speaker: I SAID "HELLO." SAY IT BACK. NO NEED TO BE SO SHY.
Angelica: Oh my God! What's with that mask?
Computer Speaker: WOULD YOU HAPPEN TO BE HAROLD PIERCE? IS THIS ELEVEN TWENTY-FIVE ALBANY COURT?
James: What the fuck?
Computer Speaker: WELCOME TO WURZEL! HOME TO ALL YOUR DARK SECRET DESIRES! [low-quality, distorted carnival-like music with static starts to play]
Computer Speaker: LOOK UPON MY WORK AND TAKE PLEASURE.
Francis: Is that ... Oh shit!
Angelica: [screams]
James: Dude, what the fuck! Turn it off! Fuck!
Francis: I can't! Nothings working! Not even the power button!
Angelica: What is he doing to him? So much blood ...
Computer Speaker: Anyone there? Help! Oh God, my eyes! He cut my eyes!
Computer Speaker: [ man screaming as the music speeds up and slows down intermittently. ]
James: Don't look, Angie.
Harold: Guys! What the hell? Seriously, I was just —
End of recording - 9:13 pm Friday, June 09 200X
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