Jasmine Campbell audio recording. June 19, 1994.

I was just fired from the team.

The reason for it? Not good enough results.

Not good enough results, my ass!

I know what it was. Because I criticized the ones founding our little operation.

It's like what Markus said. Those bastards really don't care about what we are doing there. All they care about is what the fat cats think and how much they will be paid.

Well, I had planned to cash in my vacation days sooner or later.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 2nd 1994.

I'm currently living on my savings as I have been seemingly blacklisted from most places in the state of Kingsland.

But I guess that's what happens after an accident like mine.

Anyway, it seems like my heating has gone bust. I woke up this morning with a room temp of 48°F.  I'll have to call someone for that.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 10th 1994.

Heating is still broken. None has come yet to fix it, so I guess I will just have to live with it for a bit longer.

Worst thing is that it's pouring outside, so I either go out and be cold or I stay inside and be cold and dry.

Haven't seen the neighbors today.

Maybe they just decided to put in their sick leave so they don't have to go out in the rain. I know that's what I would have done.

I tried to call mom... but of course, she didn't pick up.

I suppose I just have to suffice with speaking into this thing for the time being.

Oh, and there was this other thing that happened earlier this morning.

The phone rang, it wasn't a number I recognized, but I was board so I decided to answer.

I first thought that whoever had called had hung up on me since there was nothing but silence. However, just some seconds after I started to hear this ominous whistle. It was this song I loved as a kid.

Eh... the one by that Norwegian composer Grieg. in the mountain halls or something like that.

Anyway, I asked who it was but It just kept on whistling. So I hung up. Probably just the neighbors' kids playing a prank on me.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 12th 1994.

Okay, so this is getting ridiculous. I woke up with frost on my window.

I have been calling the repair company all morning, but there is no response.

But it seems like it's not just my house. It's hard to see, but it almost looks like there are icicles hanging from the neighbor's drain pipe.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 14th 1994.

it stopped raining. My house is still cold as a December night, but at least I can go outside to warm myself.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 17th 1994.

It's snowing.

it's a full on snowstorm.

How? It's in the middle of summer...

The whether reported that it was supposed to be record-breaking heat. So why is it a fucking blizzard outside my window.

It doesn't make sense. How does it go from summer heat to a blizzard in a matter of 24 hours!?

I woke up in the middle of the night and had to put on four layers of jackets just to keep myself warm.

Now the windows are frozen over, so it's hard to look out, but I thought I saw my neighbors try to walk out to their car. Though I don't know where they could drive in this weather.

I tried to call them, but it didn't go through.

I even tried to call Markus, but yet again, it didn't go through. It's probably because of the storm.

Hopefully it passes soon.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 18th 1994.

There is snow in my house.

The water in my pipes has become frozen solid.

The air hurts to breathe, and what food I have left has started to become uneatable.

My hands are starting to feel numb.

I'm scared.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 20th 1994.

The snow has almost completely consumed my house.

The only window that is above snow now is the small one on the second floor right by my bed.

I can't see the neighbor's house anymore.

It's so cold...

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 23rd 1994.

I never thought I would see a fire turn into ice.

I got desperate for warmth so I tried to burn my house down. But the gasoline froze before I could even light the match.

Then I tried to just burn the walls. However, as soon as the match got lit, it froze.

Like it became solid ice. In the matter of seconds. That's not possible.

Fire can't become frozen solid. I.. I don't know what's happening anymore.

I'll be honest. I broke down. I cried, but my tears froze as they traced down my cheeks.

Then the phone rang. Just like before, it was a number I didn't know, and all that I heard when I answered was that whistling.

I tried to call my mom, but it was just that same melody.

I don't know what to do... I'm so cold...

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 26th 1994.  

I have lost my fingers to frostbite.

My legs are soon to follow.

I only have so many cassettes left. I'll have to buy more when the storm passes.

If the storm passes.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. July 30th 1994.  

The snow has consumed my house.

My skin is dead and frozen.

The telephone still rings. With that whistling echoing from it.

I can't move my arms any longer. It took all I had to press record.

My vision is fading, and I feel my blood grow cold.

I can hear the snow sing to me. I feel its empty hand tug at my heart.

I don't know how long you'll keep playing, but I fear the cold will take me before.

No. I wish it did.

I don't want to be alone.

So please, stay with me.

I-It's so cold... so, so cold.

I'm so sorry mo-