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Heather
was my favorite cousin—almost
like a big sister. When she disappeared, I was only eleven years
old. I couldn't accept that she was gone. Was she really dead? Was
there actually a Blair Witch? I needed to find answers.
So I read every story about the Blair legend that I could get my
hands on. I emailed and called everyone who might know something
about Elly Kedward, the eighteenth century outcast some believed
to be the Blair Witch, or Rustin Parr, the 1940s serial murderer
who claimed that an old woman in the woods had forced him to torture
and kill seven children.
It wasn't long before more people heard about my work and started
sending their stories to my website, theblairwitchfiles.com. Stories
of strange disappearances, of family curses, of ghastly unexplained
deaths. The tales are all different, but they always lead back to
the Blair Witch. I researched and archived the most intriguing stories
in these case files, and sealed them so that no one could exploit
them for commercial or sensationalistic purposes.
The discovery of Heather's film footage in 1995 left me with more
questions than answers. But it did confirm what I had come to believe—that
there is something strange, something terrifying, something inhuman
in the Blair Woods. And its evil lives on.
I am seventeen now. My case files have grown to thousands of pages.
I have decided to open some of them and publish them. Why? Because
I know that the answers are out there. My hope is that these books
may reach that one person who holds the missing piece - the key
that will unlock the mystery of the Blair Witch.
If you are that person—or if you have information that may help
me find the truth—please
get in touch. I can be reached at theblairwitchfiles.com. I'm always
here.
Cade
Merrill
Burkittsville, MD
July 2000
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