THE FOLLOWING AUDIO RECORDINGS ARE CLASSIFIED AND ARE NOT OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AUTHORIZATION OR CLEARANCE, STOP IMMEDIATELY.

JULY 19TH, 1963

"Hello, hello? Who am I speaking to?"

"It's Laura. Look, I don't know what you're up to at this point, but you have to close this goddamn camp at once."

"Why? The camp is more popular than ever now! That brat going missing was the best thing that's happened to this camp!"

"That ‘brat’ was someone with hopes! Dreams! Plans for the future, loved ones, hobbies, a life to live! And you don't even care about that, Robert?! Are you actually insane, or are you just a greedy bastard?!"

"Laura, I don't know who you're calling a greedy bastard, but I do know that kid was a delinquent! That little snot-nosed brat vandalized property, did drugs and had at every chance he could!"

"It's called being a teenager! He didn't do anything! He accidentally spilt paint on a cabin, had ONE beer, and kissed ONE girl! Don't act like you've never done any of those things in your life, Robert Walt! I'd be surprised if a woman outside of your family loved you!"

"ENOUGH! I'm not closing this gold mine until the cops close it down and pry the deed from my cold, dead hands."

"You're one heartless bastard. I hope that whatever got that poor teenager gets you too. Except 10 times more painful."

END CALL.

MAY 27TH, 1979

"Hello, this is Laura Harrison, the new owner of Camp Sunnysmiles. We regret to inform you that camp owner and director Robert Jonathan Walt was found dead in his cabin on camp grounds. He was found with what appears to be lashes on his entire body, what appears to be something sharp that had completely removed his throat, and what appears to be a deer skull on his head. With this tragedy happening, Camp Sunnysmiles will not open this year due to the loss of Robert Jonathan Walt and since the campgrounds are now a crime scene. The camp is expected to open soon, maybe next summer or the summer after that. Until then you'll have to find another camp to spend summer at. Please enjoy your summer."

END TELEVISION BROADCAST.

August 2nd. 1980.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"YOU NEED TO GET EVERY LAST MOTHERFUCKING COP AND AMBULANCE DOWN TO CAMP SUNNYSMILES! IT'S KILLING US!"

"Please calm down, ma'am. What's killing you?"

"IT'S THE WHIPMAN! HE'S REAL! HE'S BACK! PLEASE HELP US! HE ALREADY KILLED MARY, AND— AND HE'LL KILL ME NEXT!"

CRASH.

"OH MY GOD, NO! NO, GET AWAY FROM ME! PLEASE, GOD NO! AAAAAAHHHH— HE'S KILLING ME!"

"Ma'am?"

"Ma'am, are you there?"

"God damn it."

End Call.