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Coop here,

I found these photographs on a CD-ROM in Wes’s files along with a text document.  I looked at them very carefully and it would appear Wes was scouting dilapidated locations…  possibly for the Boy in the Corner?  The homeless kid, Chris, said the Boy could be found in forbidden, derelict buildings

As for the pictures themselves, a few of them have…  anomalies.  I’ve enhanced a few of the final ones to reveal the anomalies more clearly. 

There’s something else…

Wes had a text file in the same folder as these pictures.  The file contained three questions.  The history indicated that the file had been modified and saved 47 times so it looked like Wes spent a lot of time narrowing them down.  I can only assume Wes planned to ask the Boy in the Corner these three questions…

Question #1:  Where is Sarah?

Question #2:  Will I live forever?

Question #3:  Who is the Man Behind the Door?

I’m not sure why there are only three questions, but it’s possible there is a limit to what you can ask before the Man Behind the Door arrives.  I also can’t figure out why he’s inquiring as to Sarah’s whereabouts.  Is it possible that she disappeared before him and he was searching for her? 

Could the figures in these photos be the Man Behind the Door?  Was he appearing in them because Wes was getting close to finding the Boy in the Corner?  Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me.  You be the judge…

(click on the pictures for a larger version)

the outline of a transparent figure

 

a man's shadow behind the wall

 

the head of spectral figure

 

a menacing figure reflected in a sliver of mirror

 

-Coop

Coop here,

I don’t have much to say about this except that it speaks for itself. I’m currently looking for more info in Wes’s notes that expand on the metaphysical aspects of what Miss Martha is talking about here. What I’ve found so far all seems loosely connected (at least). More as I can put it together and get it out to you…

(Part 1 of the interview HERE)

Martha: —The Man Behind the Door is the right hand of God.

Wes: Pardon?

Martha: This is privileged information, you hear? I don’t reconcile telling it to someone without faith. Are you a good Christian, Mr. Cotten?

Wes: Yes I am.

(a half lie)

Martha: Are you a repentant Southern Baptist?

Wes: …No ma’am. I’m Lutheran.

Miss Martha stared at me for what seemed like a full minute. I immediately regretted telling the truth as I remembered how uncompromising the Southern Baptist faith can be. They are rigid in their beliefs and have almost no patience for the contrary beliefs of opposing denominations. Suddenly, she let out a loud sigh and wiped her brow.

Martha: Well, I guess you’re okay. The Lord says, “Love thy neighbor.” Have you been baptized in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit?

Wes: Yes ma’am.

(a full lie)

Martha: Well that’s a start. We will have to get you sorted out proper real soon.

Wes: So… You’re saying The Man Behind the Door has a connection to God?

Martha: He puts a stop to the Boy’s wickedness, keeps him from spreading the Lord’s secrets by punishing those who seek it.

Wes: Is he like an angel?

Martha: The Lord has dominion over all things, both divine or unholy. He allows the Man to do as he wilt, just like the Lord allows the Devil to do as he wilt. They all have a part to play in the great design.

Wes: Just to clarify… The Boy, if he’s found, tattles the secrets of the Heavens and the Earth and then the Man suddenly appears to put a stop to it?

Martha: You may be a scholar of the world, Mr. Cotten, but you know very little about the life beyond it. It’s never that simple. These things are much more than you can comprehend.

This made me a little angry. Either she was saying I wasn’t intelligent enough or I wasn’t religious enough to understand. Either way, it was a cop-out. I figured I’d try to play along best I could without getting too confrontational, knowing that devout fundamentalists like Miss Martha tend to shut down or lash out when they realize they are about to lose a religious or logical argument. I also started to notice that sharp smell of vinegar that hung over the house seemed more intense the longer I stayed there. It was starting to sting my eyes and burn my nostrils.

Wes: Then please enlighten me. I would like to know more about your beliefs.

Martha: Oh I can testify till my heart’s content, but it’s not my place to show you the heavens and explain their wonders. That is for Metatron, the voice of God.

Wes: Ah, see I know of Metatron. He IS an angel. You mostly see his name in Jewish texts—

Martha: —(shakes her head and takes a harsh vocal tone) I do not think you know anything, Mr. Cotten. You spout things you’ve heard from in books but you don’t understand the true meanings. You don’t FEEL it as someone with faith does.

Wes: Then how am I supposed to understand? How am I supposed to find what I’m looking for?

Martha: (calms down) You find it by searching… inside. Some of it you will find. Some of it will find you. You are not faithful enough to receive messages from the Metatron. The unfaithful receive messages from Bosunepcron. I expect that’s where YOU will begin finding what you are looking for.

Wes: Bosunepcron? That’s… I’m not familiar with that term.

At this point, the smell had become nearly unbearable. It made my head hurt. My nostrils weren’t inflamed or swollen, anymore but the smell felt like it was eating away at my nasal lining. It didn’t smell like vinegar anymore. It was sharp and dull at the same time. Kind of like a caustic chemical but worse. I’ve never smelled anything that pungent before in my life. I figured it was because this woman was freaking me out and brain was using the smell as an alarm to coerce me to leave.

Martha: God has a voice. By your text book smarts, I suppose you would figure that those unlike God would have one too. That would make sense to an educated boy like yourself, wouldn’t it?

Wes: Then it’s the Devil’s voice?

Martha: (shakes her head) You have so much to learn my young man.

A loud knocking (3 times to be precise) suddenly came from inside a room down the hallway that connected to the living room where we were sitting. It startled me, but Miss Martha seemed unperturbed. Behind the door I could hear what sounded like a little child’s voice whining and pleading.

Martha: (yelling) You hush up back there! I told ya you ain’t coming out until you learn right! Bother me again and you’ll do without supper, you hear?

The room in the back goes silent.

Martha: (back to me) You have to discipline them. If you don’t, they’d run all over the place doing God knows what. You understand? (standing up) I’m going to have to send you along. I have a Bible study arriving soon and I have to tidy up.

Miss Martha showed my to the door and I left without a word. My head was throbbing and I was anxious to get out of there. I noticed a lot of Martha’s intimidating neighbors (some gang-bangers amongst them) stared at me intensely as I made my way to my car and drove off. I promised myself I wouldn’t go back there if I didn’t have to.

On the way back I thought seriously about calling child services to check up on Miss Martha and her most current foster child. If she was locking the kid up in a room and denying him food, that would make me sick. After awhile of internal debate, I realized I could have seen things out of context. I’d draw the ire of my volunteer work colleagues if I went off half-cocked and started making accusations without the facts. I decided to let it go for now.

I went straight home and took a nap. When Sarah woke me up, I felt a lot better. The headache was gone and the bad smell only slightly lingered in the air around me. I told Sarah where I went and let her listen to the interview (cutting it off before the knocking). She got really mad at me, pointing out that the police are always busting crystal meth-cooking operations in the houses in that neighborhood. She said Miss Martha was probably forcing her foster children to make meth in the other part of the house and the fumes are what made me feel so sick.

She also told me I should drop this research if it was going to send me out to the worst parts of the city. I know she’s scared for my safety but this stuff is too interesting not to follow up on so I’m going to continue with my research. Hopefully Sarah can live with that. She’s seemed a little sad and distant every since I started, but I’m taking her out to The Rendezvous this weekend. That ought to cheer her up.

Looks like my trail of leads is running dry. I have to locate “Rodney the Bum” and hopefully he’ll give me an interview and a new direction to go in.

**NOTE FROM COOP** I’ve found a few references to “Bosunepcron” in Wes’s notes. He didn’t have a definition for it, but I did some web research and found a few things. I’ll put it all in a post very soon.  As for the “Rodney the Bum” interview, I’m still hunting…

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Coop here,

Still preparing the 2nd half of Wes’s interview with Miss Martha, but I just discovered something myself and I feel compelled to post it right away.  As you might have noticed, I’ve been making some cosmetic changes to the site and working hard to smooth out the navigation for those who want to read all the posts from the beginning.  During these modifications, I discovered that Wes had registered the site with Google Analytics.  I dug a bit and found Wes’s login information at took a peek at the stats. 

What I found surprised me.  An overwelming majority of the hits the site has received from May 2009 until now came from the country of Brazil (or “Brasil” in their native Portuguese tongue).  I’ve always heard that Brazilians have an intense fascination with the paranormal, but the country does not have a large population of English-speakers.  To see if I could discover a reason for this, I decided to use the Brazilian version of Google to search for possible legend origins in that country.

Here is what I discovered…

In my first search, I uncovered this website:  O homem atrás da porta… translated, “The Man Behind the Door”.  This site contained only one article titled “Deus é o Diabo na terra do Sol?”

I used Bing Translator to convert it from Portuguese to English.  Although the translation wasn’t accurate (sometimes even unintelligible), I gathered that the author Cesz de Sousa was refering to a disaster that killed exactly 200 citizens and frustration of the people at the government’s poor handling of the aftermath.  At first I thought it might be unrelated  if it weren’t for a few key words.  Firstly the title loosely translates to “God is the Devil?”  That set off alarms in my head since Miss Martha claimed that the frightening entity known as The Man Behind the Door was the “Right Hand of God”.  Also within Wes’s notes are numerous references to the number “200”.  I haven’t discovered the significance of that number yet, but it does seem important.  The descriptors within the article make the tone fairly grim.  Words like “misery, terror, beggars, tragedies, drug users, calamities, dreaded, homeless”…  are all precise words I came across in Wes’s notes fairly frequently.  The most odd phrase in the article, “tears roll”, is something that Wes wrote on the back of one of his notebooks.  The ominous, foreboding tone of the site seems to add to connection.

My search for “The Boy in the Corner” turned up something even more interesting…  A poem entitled “Fantasia:  O Menino da Esquina” which translates to “Fantasy:  The Boy in the Corner”.  Try the translator yourself and take a look at the English version of the poem.  It strikes a sad tone and hints at the tragedy of loss, but a few aspects of it truly stand out as related to the legend.  Particularly these lines:  “He abandoned his luck, Had no time, Neither age, He had been the fear of death”…  “The secrets to keep, For everyone to know”…”Not very talkative, Has blue eyes boy, Dying full of pain”.  Now that’s a creepy coincidence given what we know about the Boy so far

A photograph of the Boy in the Corner?

The final revelation was downright spooky.  I searched for “Brazil ghost boy” on Google Brazil.  Here’s the most interesting article I found…  Brasil fantasma Menino.  Translate it yourself and you’ll see a potential origin to “The Boy in the Corner” legend.  The picture that accompanies the article (embedded on the left) looks doctored and is probably phony, but it is a compelling piece of evidence that the legend of the Boy might originate in Brazil.

-Coop

Miss Martha (at approx. age 45?)

Coop here,

In Wes’s previous interview with the homeless boy, Chris, he mentioned his intention to find and interview “Miss Martha” as a possible resource to help uncover these urban legends. Hunting specifically for that interview, I finally found it hidden away in a CD-ROM file (no thanks to Wes’s lousy organization/file labeling skills). I’ve met people like Miss Martha and they give me the creeps, especially when they claim to know the will of God. Here’s Part 1 of the interview…

After a couple of weeks I located the woman mentioned by Chris during my recent interview with him. Miss Martha (last name omitted) was not exactly what I expected. She is in her late 60’s, quite rotund and holds the distinction of being the only Caucasian woman in a predominantly African-American neighborhood. The interior of her home looked like a Christian gift shop had exploded its merchandise all over the walls and tables. Everything was “Brand: Jesus” and a strong smell of vinegar hung in the air as if the house contained a cellar full of overflowing pickle jars. Miss Martha wore thick glasses, a hair-do straight out of 1938  and a floral patterned muumuu. She very politely invited me into her home and offered me some iced tea.  Since she didn’t seem keen on me taking pictures, I took quick shots of a photo of her on one of the tables and a painting of her on the wall while she was getting the tea.  After correcting a misunderstanding that I was not a Mormon and did not need a hard-sell conversion to Southern Baptist, I explained who I was and she agreed to answer some questions…

Wes: I understand Chris stayed with you for awhile.

Martha: Oh yes, Chris was one of the many troubled children that have been in my foster care over the years. That’s how I get along, you see. I take disability from the state and also adopt disadvantaged children who need a caring and disciplined home life. I’m afraid Chris was one of them hard cases that didn’t stick. He wouldn’t behave, he used vulgar language, blasphemed a lot and he ran away first day I tried to give him an education. He’s living a hard life for a 15 year-old. I have no doubt he’ll end up dead by a bullet or a knife if he don’t hurry up, reform and find the Lord.

Wes: There must be some mistake. The Chris I’m talking about is only 10.

Very quickly we compared notes and determined she WAS talking about the same Chris.

Martha: No, he’s 15 now. At first I though he was a late bloomer but his case worker told me that he had some severe infections in his infancy and it stunted his growth. He tells people he’s 10 so they’ll feel sorry for him and give him extra. He even talks like one. That boy is a little con artist. Looks like he fooled you too, didn’t he?

Wes: Yes, well the reason I interviewed him is because he said he had seen The Boy in the Corner. Are you familiar with that urban legend?

Martha: (laughing) My, my, my… what has you interested in that old tale?

Wes: For research purposes. I’m an aspiring journalist.

Martha continues laughing for what seems like a full minute, even dabbing her eyes with a red handkerchief before she settles down. I’m not sure what amused her more, the idea that someone was asking her about the legend or the idea of me being an aspiring journalist.

Martha: Oh my, that is something. Well, the story of the Boy has been around since I can remember. My Momma used to tell me she would lock me in the closet with him if I was bad or didn’t say my prayers.

Wes: Yeah, Chris said you had said something similar to him.

Martha: Well, the boy is a shameless liar and I reckon if he said he saw the Boy, he’s lying to you once again.

Wes: What do you know about The Boy in the Corner?

Possibly an old portrait of Miss Martha in her youth?

Martha: He was a wicked boy who received the punishment of God… Condemned to sit in the corner forever and ponder all of the terrible things he did until the Rapture.

Wes: So this is like a fable then? A morality tale to scare children into behaving?

Martha: Children should fear the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Not demons in the dark.

Wes: Then you don’t believe in the legend?

Martha: Oh I believe, but I do not fear. I fear the Boy no more than I fear the “Valley of the Shadow of Death”.

Wes: I see, and what is the purpose of the Boy? What does he do?

Martha: He is like the Devil offering the forbidden fruit of knowledge. You may ask him questions, about anything in the heavens and the Earth, and he must answer truthfully.

Wes: Absolutely anything? That is pretty amazing.

Martha: (serious tone) Only God should know such things. Men are not meant to know the Lord’s secrets without paying dearly for it.

Wes: Chris says the Man Behind the Door shows up if—

Martha: —The Man Behind the Door is the right hand of God.

Wes: Pardon?

(To be continued in PART 2)

Speaking of riddles (in the next to last post), I found this riddle that fell out of a folder in Wes’s files.  It immediately drew my attention because it was written on a cocktail napkin.  I did some searching and it looks like France could be the origin of this particular riddle.  Try to solve it yourself before revealing the answer…

There is a man behind a door.

Another man comes and knocks at the door.

The man behind says “six” the other man says “three”.  He comes in.

A second man knocks at the door.  The man behind says “seven” and the other man says “five”.  He comes in.

I knock at the door , the man behind says “one”.

What number should I say as to come in ?

 

ANSWER:  (in “invisotext”, highlight below to learn the answer)…

Three. The doorman lets in those who answer with the number of letters in the word the doorman says.

 
I continuously see references to “knocking” in Wes’s notes so I’m guessing this riddle has some significance to “The Man Behind the Door” that the name of this site refers to.  In one reference to “knocking”, Wes had the web address to this post about a man experiencing phantom knocking at his home.  In this case, the number “3” was also a factor.  On another link, an urban legend from Detroit about “Knock-Knock Street” is cited.  I’m unsure how or if that post is somehow related.

-Coop

P.S.  THE IMAGE AT THE TOP-LEFT SIDEBAR:  Notice the distinct similarities between the painting at the beginning of this post to the photographic image that accompanies the “start from the beginning…” logo.  The shape of the shadowed figures are nearly identical!  That can’t be a coincidence.

Found the link to this video in Wes’s notes.  It’s a short film titled “The Thing in the Corner”.  It’s pretty cheesy but Wes had it listed as possibly influenced by “The Boy in the Corner” and “The Man Behind the Door” legends…

More info on the movie HERE

He also included another link to a video and next to it wrote “FAKE” but also cited it as possibly being influenced by these legends…

-Coop

Wes’s interview with Chris (Part 2)

—Coop here again… I get the impression that Wes fully intended to post the rest of this interview, so I’m doing it for him. I’m merely breaking the surface of whatever research he was conducting and I gotta say he was right. “Spooky” doesn’t cover it. He’s got hundreds of documents and some CD-ROMs full of electronic files. It’s kinda like piecing together a big puzzle. I don’t know if it’ll help find his whereabouts but I’m going to try to figure it out best I can in my spare time. In the meantime, here’s the rest of the interview with Chris (along with a bit of accompanying artwork that Wes had collected… as blog illustrations maybe?)—

 

Part 1 of the interview HERE…

 

My questions about the “Boy in the Corner” seemed to unnerve Chris a bit, but questions about the “Man Behind the Door” nearly caused him to shut down completely…

 

WES: You ever see this Man Behind the Door?

 

CHRIS: Shit naw! You see HIM and you gone forever!

 

At this point, Chris became agitated and tried to leave even before I gave him the money I promised. I offered to give him a little more if he would stay and I changed the subject away from the Man Behind the Door. He seemed more open talking about the other people who may know about the subject…

 

WES: So who else knows about this kind of stuff?

 

CHRIS: Fools all around here know. From the ghetto… the bums, the bitches, the cops, even some rich folks.

 

WES: What rich folks? Like reporters? News people?

 

CHRIS: Naw like Germantown fools with gold watches and shit… and they from other rich places, know what I’m sayin? Like out of town. Sometimes bangers say white folks come walkin up into the hood like they ain’t scared askin about the Boy. Them bangers beat those suckers down, rob em and they keep comin back. One gangster, “T-Blow”, killed a white bitch for walkin into his hood askin about it. He messed her up. Got her nekkid and had his crew run a train on her and she died.

 

WES: Where is T-Blow now?

 

CHRIS: Dead. His momma found him. Killed hisself with a shotgun in his face, even after cops cut him loose cause they couldn’t find no (the woman’s) body. His crew don’t bother no rich folks that goes to the hood asking shit no more. They said they just ain’t gonna talk to em.

 

WES: Who else could I talk to that knows about this stuff?

 

CHRIS: Rodney. He’s the bum that smells like shit down around that house on Poplar I was sleepin in.

 

WES: The house you saw the Boy in?

 

CHRIS: Yeah. Rodney talked to him. He says the Boy is smart like he knows everything in the whole world, but Rodney’s crazy. Rodney likes to put shit on things. Like he puts doo-doo on walls and shit. Ain’t knowbody knows everything. He’s a crazy, nasty-ass bum.

 

At this point, Chris described what Rodney looked like and where I might be able to find him. I made a note to try to locate and interview Rodney.

 

WES: How about cops? Any cops I can talk to?

 

CHRIS: Man, I don’t be talkin to no cops. For real. Those motherf**kers always harassin me, frontin… (various additional profanities)

 

WES: Alright then how about just regular folks?

 

CHRIS: Martha. She ain’t scared of no bangers, cops or nothin. I stayed with her till she try makin me go to church. Always preachin Jesus around the hood. She real mean but she knows. She tell me she put me in the corner with that Boy if I got bad.

 

I learned from Chris that Martha a neighborhood lady in her 50’s that would take in hard-luck cases from the street and try to reform them through tough love and preaching. No one stayed with Martha for long for this reason. I figured she’d be easier to find that Rodney so I decided to interview her next. I could tell my questions had worn out their welcome and Chris about was ready to cut loose.

 

WES: Anything else I need to know about the Boy, the Man or the Qwatha?

 

CHRIS: Nuh uh.

 

WES: You sure?

 

CHRIS: (hesitates)… You already know.

 

Chris would not elaborate on this remark and quickly took his money in a hasty departure. Afterwards I went over to see Sarah (my girlfriend). She doesn’t get this whole project and says I should drop it, but I find this stuff really intriguing. She might gripe about it about a bit but this might make a good story for a magazine or a book. I’m going to keep with it starting with this Martha woman. More updates soon!

 

-Wes

 

Part 1 of the interview HERE…