February 2, 2009 NEW EVIDENCE LINKS RANDY BARCER TO THE TOWN OF BURMAN FIRE.

Police found new evidence linking Randy Barcer to the burning of Burman NC. After finding twenty three corpses and several burnt bodies of children, Detective Walter Brenemen found several quarts of gas and multiple empty containers in the trunk of Randy Barcer's car. Alongside the gas can were blueprints to the town of Burman. Detective Brenemen had this to say, "This sheds new light on the burning of Burman. With this new evidence, Randy was more than a mere rapist. He was a serial killer. This is the single most terrible thing that has ever happened to this town." Detective Brenemen also discovered that the wife of preacher Weston Hill, Heidi Hill, was Randy Barcer's mother. The remains of her body were found hidden deep in the woods of Burman. Detective Brenemen reported that through painstaking investigation, he has found out that it was a cowardly act on the part of Randy Barcer, who brutally murdered his mother and her husband and then proceeded to burn down the entire town of Burman. Detective Brenemen was the first officer on the scene of Burman. He says that he always felt that the burning of Burman was more than an accident.

Detective Brenemen is being awarded the Medal of Honor from the state of North Carolina.

"We are proud to have such an outstanding achiever in our police force," says Chief of Police Donald Harrison August 21, 2009 HOME OF LAWYER DANIEL J. GORDON BURNS TO THE GROUND!.

Police and firefighters were called to lawyer Daniel J. Gordon's home this Friday night by an anonymous caller. They arrived to find the place in flames. It appears to be an accident. Fire investigators report that the blaze appears to have been electrical in nature and began in the kitchen. The entire Gordon family was inside and were all killed.

"This is a terrible accident, he will be terribly missed by this community." Detective Brenemen stated for the record.

October 2nd, 2009 MORE EVIDENCE LINKS RANDY BARCER TO MURDER!.

Police have found evidence linking now infamous killer Randy Barcer to the deaths of Daniel J. Gordon and his family. The evidence was found hidden in Randy Barcer's closet bedroom. A cell phone of an unknown woman held evidence of Daniel J. Gordon's death. Apparently he had taken photos of the bodies of Daniel Gordon and family. Pictures of himself setting the house on fire were also seized. Once again police find themselves puzzled by this.

October 23, 2009 TOWN OF BIRMINGTON NOW BEING CALLED THE TOWN OF SATAN!.

Religious groups have been arriving in the town of Birmington claiming that Randy Barcer was the anti-Christ. They say the entire town has been marked for destruction by the dark forces of Satan and his armies. The group ordered the home of Randy Barcer and all surrounding homes to be burned to the ground. When threatened to be arrested, the group began to riot. They attacked several police officers and fought their way to the Barcer's house. Then the group who are now calling themselves "The Sons of G.o.d" proceeded to burn the home to the ground. The fire spread to nearby homes which burned to the ground before firefighters could get the blaze under control. The entire town is now in an uproar as more and more religious groups arrive everyday to "cleanse" the town. The leader of The Sons of G.o.d was shot and killed by Detective Walter Brenemen late last night. "I had no choice. The man tried to attack me with a knife," Brenemen stated.

Police chief Donald Harrison backs up his story, "Detective Brenemen is an honorable man and had every right to protect himself. This group has been causing panic in the entire town. They must all be arrested and sent packing before more lives are lost."

The group responded by attempting to sue the town of Birmington, stating that quote, "We are in our full religious rights to act as protectors of this world. We believe that Walter Brenemen is just as dangerous as Randy Barcer. He is the man who should be stopped."

Detective Brenemen, who is now being hounded by the media and the religious groups alike, responded simply, "I'm a man of the law. I only serve and protect. I do my duty to my deepest commitment. To be called such things is a travesty."

Either way, the Birmington police find themselves in a bind. They are being hounded to fire Detective Brenemen for unlawful behavior or the groups promise to continue their attacks on the town. At this time Detective Brenemen is still on active duty though a full investigation has been launched into the shooting.

November 4, 2009 WALTER BRENEMEN FIRED FOR UNRULY CONDUCT!.

After careful deliberation, the state of North Carolina took Walter Brenemen's Medal of Honor away and after a full investigation into the shooting of the leader of The Sons of G.o.d, he was discharged from the police force for unruly conduct and the use of excessive force after Brenemen was found beating one of the leaders of the Sons of G.o.d after pulling him over for a traffic stop.

Incontrovertible evidence has recently surfaced stating that Detective Brenemen was directly involved with many of the deaths that Randy Barcer was accused of.

This paper has also discovered that the shooting of Daxter Dennem, the leader of The Sons of G.o.d, was actually a murder. It is being said that Daxter was shot by Brenemen for spreading malicious lies about him. Not only this, but Brenemen also attacked and killed police Chief Donald Harrison. The Chief was beaten to death in front of the eyes of the entire police squad.

Charges were quickly brought against Brenemen and he is now in the county jail awaiting sentencing. His court date is set for December 2nd.

Lieutenant David Roberts had this to say.

"Detective Brenemen actions in no way reflect on the rest of the department. Detective Brenemen appears to have had a psychotic breakdown, perhaps due to the carnage he recently witnessed thanks to being the lead investigator on the Barcer case. Though his crimes are heinous, he served this town well before his breakdown and it's a terrible tragedy for all involved. n.o.body wins here, especially the good folk of Birmington."

November 16, 2009 WALTER BRENEMEN DISCOVERED TO BE RANDY BARCER'S BROTHER!

The entire world watched as disgraced police detective Walter Brenemen's final verdict was delivered. During the ruling, it was discovered by local anthropologist and CSI agents involved that Walter Brenemen is in fact Randy Barcer's half brother.

Psychiatrists have now stated in the record that Walter Brenemen is a sociopath and a truly dangerous killer. In fact, many of the deaths Randy was accused of may have been Brenemen's doing as he was in a position of authority to do such things. Not much has been discovered of Brenemen's family. They seem to be missing as well. What is known is that the two men are related by their father, Dennis Barcer Brenemen, who is also missing along with Brenemen's step-mother. Brenemen had nothing to say in the court room.

Though cameras were not allowed in the courtroom, reports from those within have stated that he only smiled at everyone around him as if he didn't have a care in the world.

December 4, 2009 SHOCKING RULING OF WALTER BRENEMEN!.

The world was stunned today when by a technicality Walter Brenemen was found not guilty! They say the evidence was too few; there was simply not enough evidence to convict him. The policemen who once reported watching the beating of Police Chief Donald Harrison would not take the stand. Some say out of fear. Because of this, along with several other details not released to the public, the DA could not get a solid conviction of Walter Brenemen.

Brenemen's lawyer stated that, "There is no cause for alarm. He is not like his brother, Randy Barcer, and other than a small temper problem he's harmless." Despite local psychologists saying otherwise. Psychologist Linda Henderman states, "Walter Brenemen is a sociopath. He is a truly devious man who is also a genius. It's not surprising that he was found not guilty. He more than likely has put fear into the hearts of the local police as he has most of the world. Simply put, people are too afraid of him to convict him, for fear that he will somehow get to them and their families."

This shocking turn of events has the state of North Carolina, along with several other states fuming.

People around the world are crying out for blood and justice.

December 12, 2009 JUSTICE SERVED FOR WALTER BRENEMEN! TOWN OF BIRMINGTON CLOSED DOWN!!.

In yet another shocking turn of events, former Police Detective Walter Brenemen was captured by local residents of Birmington North Carolina. The residents, which included many of the local policemen and firefighters, lynched Brenemen.

Witnesses reported the man was carried to the center of the town and stoned almost to death. His clothes were ripped off and the mob continued to ruthlessly beat him. After a few hours of beating Brenemen, they then hung a rope around the fountain at the Birmington Court House and hung him until he was dead. Afterwards, his body was immolated, the mob stating that the flames claimed the justice the courts had failed to dole out!

After this incident, all of the residents of Birmington NC began to move out of the town. Even residents who had lived in the town all of their lives were now immigrating north. All businesses were soon closed down and houses have all been abandoned. The few remaining holdouts say that the town is unfit to live in. Authorities have now closed off the roads to and from the town.

Talks are in session to one day begin reconstruction of the town. For now, though, the town of Birmington North Carolina has been officially closed off to the public.

This town has also been this reporter's home since I was a child. The closing of it has saddened me. Yet I feel as though it's necessary to report this as the town has always been a little closed off from the rest of the world. I feel that this was partially why the residents had become so hostile, like animals. Even I partic.i.p.ated in the lynching of Walter Brenemen. It's funny. I didn't feel like I had served justice or G.o.d. Instead, I felt terrible and frightened for my own soul. I remember Brenemen as he was stoned and beaten and finally hung by the neck, to then be burned in effigy. Not once did he cry out in pain. Not once did he beg. Not once did he lose that awful smile.

The only thing he said was and I quote, "What took you f***ers so long?"

Every night I find myself having nightmares of this man. Every night I awaken covered in sweat and drowning in my own tears. I lost my own wife and daughter because of this terrible thing that has happened. I pray to G.o.d everyday to forgive me. I pray that Walter Brenemen and his brother, Randy Barcer are burning in h.e.l.l. Somehow, I don't think monsters like them will ever suffer enough. This is my final article after twenty years of working for this press so to those who are reading this right now, know that I hope the town of Birmington is never reopened. Know that I am sorry for tomorrow's article. But it must be said. I just can't get the images out of my head. I can't get that little red-haired girl out of my head.

By James Stanson January 13, 2010 LOCAL REPORTER JAMES STANSON FOUND DEAD!.

Police found reporter and columnist of NC Press, James Stanson, dead this Sat.u.r.day at his home in Black Forest Mountain. Preliminary reports say he shot himself in the head with a shotgun.

James Stanson wrote for this paper for twenty years. His final article was seen as a suicide note. We here at NC Press did not know this at the time so we printed it as we always had. This is an unfortunate event. However, he is not the only reported suicide from Birmington recently. It seems all of Birmington's past residents who partic.i.p.ated in the lynching of Walter Brenemen have killed themselves in one way or another, many saying the same thing; that they can not forget what they did and the horror that now hangs over of this small town. The real strange occurrence of these suicides is the mention in each note of a little red-haired girl.

This has caused yet another panic throughout North Carolina. Police have begun to search for this reported red-haired girl. So far, n.o.body has been found matching this description.

A memorial service will be held for James Stanson and all of the victims of Birmington this Thursday evening at Little Valley Cemetery. Please come and show your support and respect.

James Stanson leaves behind his daughter and wife, Leslie Stanson.

We hope to see you there. G.o.d bless.

William McCarthy, Editor NC PRESS.

January 14, 2010 WALTER.

I have become comfortably numb...

Pink Floyd; The Wall

Chapter 11.

The tiny black spider had been working hard on its web all through the night and finally finished in the early breaks of day. To the spider, it was a perfect web built to ensnare food. It had decided after careful deliberation to spin its web at the very top of an oak tree so as not to be disturbed by any animals that may venture by. This made it easier for its prey to be captured, as well. After admiring its beautiful handiwork, the spider began its descent from the top of the tree.

By letting out a tiny jet-line of web which stuck to the side of a nearby branch, the spider ever so carefully made its way downwards. The wind was gentle and only mildly rocked the spider to and fro as it swung down limb from limb. It had no thoughts, but if it did, oh what thoughts it would have had. To see the things the tiny arachnid had seen would blind the eyes of any man. A human would have felt helpless hanging from the limbs of a tree suspended only by a slight cord.

This spider didn't feel helpless. It felt free. As if the world, the universe, was its own personal playground; its own personal feeding ground. It did only as nature had intended. It did not kill out of love or hate. It didn't kill for pleasure or fear of pain. It killed merely to survive. It killed to eat. This tiny, beautiful black arachnid had not a worry in the world. This predator was the ultimate hunter; the ultimate, perfect killer.

It slowly made its way to the ground.

The gentle breeze was no threat as it did so. In fact, the breeze helped the spider move. It aided in pushing the spider farther along its quest towards the ground. There really was no reason for the spider to have left its web. It just did as it felt. It just did as it wanted. And right now, at this very moment, the spider wanted to feel the ground beneath its hairy legs.

It wanted to crawl along in the sun.

After nearly an hour of descent, the spider finally reached its destination. It landed on a cement rock of some kind, the grey thing seeming to go on forever. It didn't matter, though. The arachnid gladly began to scurry across the grey rock formation. Its tiny, hairy legs moving quickly along as it made its way to its new destination. It felt as though the spider wanted to do something else before returning to its beautifully designed web high in the tree tops.

But then it came to the edge. The rock formation had an edge. With its multiple eyes, the spider peered down and began to crawl downwards towards another even longer grey rock thing. It scurried and hurried down the wall, easily clinging onto the side as it made its way.

The spider reached the bottom and continued to scurry along the next formation. As it did so, it began to notice its fatal mistake.

There was something there it hadn't noticed before now, and there were a lot of them. And they were big. Whatever the giant creatures were, one thing was certain, they were a threat to the spider's life.

Several hundred pairs of giant feet walked over, beside, in front, and behind the spider.

It had to move quickly as it made its way towards a safer destination. There were no thoughts in its tiny brain, but if it did have any thoughts, it probably would have wished it had stayed in its web.

The feet were just as quick if not quicker than the spider. It was nearly crushed several times before it had reached a place of safety.

But it wasn't safe.

Before the spider knew what was happening, a shadow fell over it, blocking out the sun, and then a fist came down on top of the spider, crushing the tiny black arachnid into nothing more than a tiny pile of ooze.

With that strike it was as if the spider never existed. A remorseless human had killed it. Its web was still up in the tree, still swaying within the wind, now abandoned by its owner. A fly, caught in the web, was now left to starve to death instead of being devoured. The spider, the perfect predator, had quickly become the perfect prey.

It never had a chance, for the spider had the misfortune to encounter Walter Brenemen.

"Walter! Get over here! We're leaving!" yelled his mother, Josephine Brenemen from afar.

Eleven year old Walter Brenemen looked away from his clenched fist but didn't withdraw its position. He looked towards his step-mother and scowled. His father was standing next to the car with her, both wearing impatient looks. They may have been calling his name for some time, he didn't know; sometimes he got lost in his mind and didn't hear the outside world.

He turned away from his parents and pulled his fist away from the sidewalk.

The crushed spider had left tiny entrails on his fist. Disgusted, he wiped his hand on his shirt, leaving small specks of ooze on his white shirt.

They were at Newbury Park for a few hours now. His parents had been elsewhere arguing over something adults argue about. Walter, annoyed with his two parents, had walked away from them towards the swings. He'd swung on the wooden swings until his hands began to blister, then he left the swing set and walked towards the slide where another mother was helping her daughter off of it.

They were both laughing and having a great time together. Nearby, more children and adults laughed and played in the sand. It all annoyed Walter. He just didn't know exactly why. The sounds of happiness they made were stupid to him.

Then he'd spotted the tiny black speck crawling across the sidewalk. Feeling annoyed and wanting to inflict pain on something, he walked over to where the spider was and brought a fist down upon its back. The spider had made no noise, which was disappointing to Walter.

Now he walked over to his parents' car and got in the backseat without a word. The two looked at each other, exchanging aggravated glances. His parents climbed into the car with his father behind the wheel. The engine started and his father backed out of the parking spot.

His father turned away from the park and drove away towards their house.

During the drive, his father began to scold Walter. "You know better than to just wander off like that, son. We don't like having to go in search of you."

"I didn't feel like listening to you two today, okay?" Walter muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Josephine asked while turning to look at her son.

"What were you two fighting about this time, anyway?" Walter asked.

His father glanced in the rearview mirror at his son and then back at the road.

"We weren't fighting, Walter."

"Oh, really, then what would you call it?" Walter asked, his voice sarcastic.

Josephine continued to stare down at her child, "We weren't fighting, Walt. We were just talking. There's a difference."

"Not from where I was standing," he replied.

The car came to a sudden halt, his father slamming on the brakes. The car behind them hit their horn and then drove around them, a man on a cell phone looking at Walter's dad angrily.

Walter's father spun around in his seat and looked directly into his son's eyes.

"This little att.i.tude problem of yours has got to stop! You've been acting like this for several days ever since...well, ever since the Kinnegan kid died."

"His name was Stan. He was my friend," Walter said, looking his father right back in the eyes.

Josephine turned around in her seat and flashed her husband a look that said to leave it alone, but he wasn't finished yet.

"Look son, I know what happened. It was a terrible accident. But you'll make other friends. You'll see, sooner or later you'll forget what happened. So let's just go home. Okay, bud?"

Walter shook his head in agreement, not wanting to push his luck and get a slap. As of right now all he wanted was to go home to his room and be left alone.

His father put the car back in drive and continued the trek home.

Walter leaned his head against the side window and stared out at the pa.s.sing trees.

His father wanted him to forget what happened, h.e.l.l, he wished he could forget.

He wished he could forget everything but he knew deep down that he never would. n.o.body ever forgets such a thing.

As he sat watching the trees fly by, his mind fell back to a week ago.