[MFf] “Disappearance at Bear Lake: Vol. 01” [BDSM]

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**Chapter One:** “*On the Record*”**

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What follows is a partial transcript, taken from an interview conducted with Mrs. Summers. It was recorded during the production of a reality television-show, called *The Day I Nearly Died*. Regrettably, the episode in question was finished just prior to the show’s cancelation. Subsequently, it never aired.

The final edit of the episode is available online, however — for those diligent and tech-savy enough to find it. It’s not terribly remarkable and certainly does not convey the whole truth of Betty Summers’s harrowing story. Nothing noteworthy to this investigation made it into that final edit of the episode [#3.4: “A Disappearance at Bear Lake”], except for the sole mention of Mrs. Summers “seeing a strange hunter walking amongst the trees one night”.

Despite many attempts, portions of the original preliminary interview with Mrs. Summers were not obtained by the author. Other sections of her account were redacted by the producers of *The Day I Nearly Died* and will likely never see the light on day.

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> Transcribed from an audio-cassette, labeled: “Prep. Mrs. Summers #1 [Side A]”. It was provided to the author by the The Day I Nearly Died’s editor in chief, Jerry T. Crumb:

> *Static. Two garbled voices.*

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> *A long stretch of silence, followed by a loud click.*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”–are you asking, exactly? Why can’t you talk straight with me?”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Yes, ma’am… Well, before I turn this tape-recorder on, I wanted to give you the chance to clear up a few things for me — and for the producers, of course.”*

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> *A cough.*

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> **Interviewer:** *”This will be completely off the record, I promise; strictly between us.”*

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> *Another cough.*

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> **Interviewer:** *”It’s just… Lawyers, am I right? We’ve gotta make sure we have all our bases covered, it’s as simple as that. You understand, of course?”*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”Mhmm… Can I smoke?”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Well, ma–“*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”–Please, don’t call me ma’am.”*

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> *Pause.*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Sorry, Mrs. Summers. I want you to feel comfortable. I’m not here to interrogate you. I’m here to help you tell your story exactly the way it happened.”*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”I see.”*

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> *A muffled noise, followed by the sound of a lighter being used.*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”So, what was your question? Without beating around the bush this time.”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Well… We talked to your husband recently and–“*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”–Why? He has nothing to do with what happened to me and my daughter!”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Of course not, of course not. But see, Betty…”*

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> *Something is heard being placed on the table; a heavy folder, perhaps.*

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> **Interviewer:** *”His account of your mental and physical state the day you were rescued varied drastically from the one we had on record; I mean to say, the account you and your daughter gave to all those news-shows, back when you were the fluff piece of the year. For staters, your weight–“*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”–Fucking… Pardon me?”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Calm down, Mrs. Summers. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just… Rick clams you somehow managed to put on a few pounds while out there in the woods, quote: ‘starving to death’.”*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”My ex-husband was more in shock to find we’d been rescued than anyone else. I wouldn’t take anything he told you about that day too seriously.”*

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> *Mrs. Summers can be heard extinguishing her cigarette into her cup of coffee.*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”It must have been a real blur for him, don’t you think?”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Understood.”*

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> *A long silence.*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Did you meet someone in the woods, Mrs. Summers?”*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”What do y–“*

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> *More static, garbled-up voices. Nearly a minute of elapsed time passes, without anything remotely audible being heard. It is this author’s opinion that these distortions are anything but random. This is yet to be verified, of course.*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”–if I went to the woods to meet someone? Do you know how silly that sounds?”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”No, no. Sorry. I’m not suggesting that. Not at all.”*

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> *Pause.*

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> **Interviewer:** *”I do, in fact, believe you when you say you went out there to teach your daughter to–“*

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> *Rustling paper.*

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> **Interviewer:** *”–in your words: ‘teach her to become her own woman’. I’m not questioning your intentions, Mrs. Summers. I think they were very noble. Admirable, even. Maybe you just got in over your head and you thought you had no other, y’know, option. That’s what I think…”*

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> *Mrs. Summers is heard lighting another cigarette.*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”Can’t say I know what that’s meant to mean. Sounds dramatic, though; whatever you and the writers are cooking-up about me. I’m sure it’ll work wonderfully for your show. I’d just prefer you left out all those… unmentionable parts. I could sue, you know that? I could sue for something like that.”*

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> *Interviewer is mumbling something. The word “contract” can be barely heard.*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”You think I’m kidding?”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Just… Listen. It’s been speculated — not by me, but it’s being speculated — that you and your daughter might have ran into someone out there in the woods, while trying to find safety. A fellow hiker or a poacher, maybe. Hell, could have even been some folks living off-the-grid, growing pot. We’re thinking — the producers, I mean — they’re thinking maybe you two weren’t alone for all of those weeks. We’re thinking, maybe, you weren’t really lost at all — not after they found you.”*

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> *Pause.*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Most people are thinking it’s a kidnapping, but that doesn’t add up in my eyes. For one, you’d have come forward. I mean, you’d be safe now, you’d be able to go to the police. So no, I don’t think that was the case. Too sensationalistic, anyway. Sounds like something a bunch of reporters would come up with while filling in the blanks.”*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”Tabloid rumours. Why are you telling me this? You don’t think I’m aware?”*

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> **Interviewer:** *”Oh, and there was this one blog the researchers on our team stumbled across. Funny, really. Claimed you and your daughter were intended to be sacrifices for some hippy-dippy, Voodoo cult. Someone in the comments got real angry about it, telling everyone you were actually part of the cult. Real crazy stuff.”*

> *Pause.*

> **Interviewer:** *”Me? Honestly, I think maybe you saw something. Something criminal, I mean. Bargained for your life someh–“*

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> *A screeching distortion is heard. Both voices are inaudible for some time.*

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> *When the two voices return, Mrs. Summers can be heard berating the Interviewer.*

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> **Mrs. Summers:** *”–don’t think two women could manage that, huh? What, too fragile? You think there must have been some brave knight in shining armour to save ou–“*

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> *Click…*

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