Last Updated August 1st, 2016

For the sake of the story, Ross and Max are still working at the offices for this.

A shining typewriter was placed on the table, a stack of crisp white paper stacked next to it. A young detective watched through a window as the survivor's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. A piece of the delicate paper was skillfully threaded into the old machine. Shaking hands glided over the keys, a small note being typed out.
Thank you. I love the typewriter.
"I'm very glad you like it. I suspected your voice was still shot. You inhaled a lot of smoke that night. So I thought you'd be happier to type out your responses."
Yes.
"Very well then. Let's start out simple. What's your name?"
Michael Vacktor
"And how old are you, Mr. Vacktor?"
21 but please, call me Red. Would you?
"Of course Red. I want you to feel comfortable. Do you know why we're here?"
To talk about the night my family died. I'm not stupid
"I'm not suggesting you are, Red. But what do you mean by your family? Is there another incident I don't know about?"
No. Those people were my family.
"No need to get emotional Red, I understand. Could you please tell me who killed them?"
The monster
"There is no such thing as monsters, Red. Who killed your friends? Was it you?"
No. It was the monster. I could never kill my family. They were all I had, my everything.
"There was no monsters who killed your friends Red. I just want to know the truth."
It was the monster! I'm telling you the truth! Why won't you believe me?
"I don't believe in monsters Red."
Well you should. Because they are real and they killed my friends and tried to kill me!
"Alright kid. Just tell me what happened that night. Make it a story. Got it?"
A loud rolling noise was heard as the skilled hands removed the used sheet of paper and replaced it with a snow-white piece.
It was a late night at the Offices. Most the editors had left earlier, so there was only a handful of people left. For some odd reason, we were all hanging out in the Conference Room. I think Adam had called a meeting, and then forgotten why he'd called us in there. He did that more often than he'd like to admit.
And so, we were all sitting around. Max and Ross were talking on and on about some series they were working on. Barney and Adam were just talking about who-knows-what and I was playing on my phone. I was so absorbed in scrolling through my Twitter I didn't notice when they all began to talk about the same topic: a little camping trip. I didn't realize what they were talking about until Barney called out my name. I looked u
"I'm sorry Red. Who's Barney?"
Barney is John. Now may I continue?
"Go ahead."
I looked up at the sound of my name and saw Adam laughing hysterically. Barney told me they'd all been calling me for a minute or so and I hadn't responded to anyone else. I apologized and put down my phone. They re-explained their plans to me, all the while Max looking irritated. He never really liked me much. It's such a shame, I was hoping he'd get over it one day. Anyway, the plan was to go into the woods owned by our nearby park. We'd spend a few nights camping, they called it a bonding exercise.