hi, my name Is Ron daubert. but, if you are reading this, you already know that. Forgive me if I
sound a little disoriented or confused, but my whole life has been turned upside down in the last few
weeks. I've gone from thinking I had the greatest job in the world, in the coolest city in the world, to
running for my life. I've been constantly looking over my shoulder, staying in hotels under assumed
names, and I don't have a clue who I can really trust. 

hell, I'm not even sure that I can trust you, the people I sent my message to that led you to this text.
but I guess I've got to take a chance on someone, at least enough to relate what's going on, just in
case anything happens to me. I know that probably sounds really freakin' overly dramatic to you but
trust me, it's not. 

First though, I think I owe you an apology. I know many of you received the announcement I had pre-
arranged from www.lastwishes.com and assumed the worst, especially when I couldn't contact you
for some time afterwards. I never meant to scare any of you and really didn't plan on it happening that
way when I first made the arrangements. The best laid plans and all that. but it served its purpose
I guess, and by now you should have seen the documents I found on the second disc marked
"webmaster Tools." You know, right now I'm really wishing I had never found those damn cds or
heard about this dread house show in the first place. 

but with what was on the two discs we managed to open, and with the events that happened at TT
Studios right before I left, I'm now convinced the whole dread house thing is real and that something
terrible must have happened. why else would the execs there be keeping track of, and crossing off,
the names of the employees who were apparently involved with the show? with news reports
showing those same employees all died suspicously or violently shortly thereafter? despite how
craoy I know it sounds, I can't imagine any other explanation than the Tomorrow's Talk execs being
somehow involved in the deaths of those employees. 

one thing I can't understand though is - if what happened during the attempted filming of the show was
an accident or series of accidents, why resort to murder, arson, and a possible staged auto accident to
cover it up? it just doesn't make any sense. 

I also wanted to explain to you what happened, why I left the way I did and why I've stayed out of
touch for a while. You already know how this all started, with that stupid message hidden in the
urban hunt autoresponder. I tell you what, if I ever get my hands on "Ed", the former webmaster -
well, let me just say it won't be pretty. And if you found my journal at the lastwishes site you also
know that I was pretty sure the people at Tomorrow's Talk had discovered that I was communicating
with a few of you about that autoresponder. Thinking about it now, I'm also sure they must have
known about the encrypted file I posted for you all to find and open. That probably wasn't the
smartest thing I've ever done, but I really had no idea at the time what it might contain. I thought it
had some html tools or files, it was marked "webmaster tools" after all. That's another one I owe "Ed"
for. 

Like I said in the small journal I wrote, someone followed me home from work on Thursday, August
12th. This after two or three days of finding signs that someone had been going through both my desk
and my computer at the office. That was the last straw though, I think, finding out that they would
actually have someone follow me home and come into my world away from the office. I realioed then
that this whole thing had gotten much more serious than I ever realioed and that something had to be
done. it was then I decided to confront the higher-ups at TT. 

Friday morning, August 13th - in retrospect, not the most auspicious day to try and get to then bottom
of any kind of mystery - I left for work still fired up and ready to get to the bottom of the whole affair,
dread house, mysterious deaths, cover-ups, everything. I was relieved not to see anyone following me
on my way to work, until I realioed, just a few blocks from my apartment that I had left the printed
copies of the dread house blueprints at home in my hurry to get to work. I turned around and hurried
home, intending to grab the drawings and get to work (hopefully without being too late). Instead, I
found my door slightly ajar and as I started to push it open I saw at least two men inside, tearing
through my stuff. 

I panicked. Yeah, I know, if this was a TV show or something I would have burst in there and
kicked some ass, right? Listen, I can certainly, ahh, take care of myself but one against two (or maybe
more) just doesn't work in real life. I wouldn't be writing this now, I don't think, if I had tried
something stupid like that. of course, that doesn't stop me from feeling like a coward now. 

it probably wasn't too smart for me to go to the Studios right after that either, but I wasn't thinking
too rationally under the circumstances. And all I could think about was that I had left the third disc
I had found, hidden in my desk. There were people around me when I left Thursday so I didn't have a
chance to get it out and take it home with me. Anyway, I showed up at Tomorrow's Talk and tried
to get upstairs unnoticed, but I'm pretty sure the person in the lobby called someone when they saw
me go through. it was too late to turn back though, so I did the only thing I could think of - I got off
on the second floor instead of the third, and made my way up to the offices by way of the stairs. That
brought me out not too far from my desk, and on the other side of the "cube farm" from the elevators.
good thing too, because I saw mr. Richards and a few other guys hanging out fairly obviously by
the elevator doors. 

my heart was pounding but I moved as quickly as I could, at a run-walk, to my desk and found it
wide open and normally locked drawers unlocked and pulled open. Luckily, whoever had gone
through the desk did not find the cd I had slid to the back of the drawer underneath the hanging
folders in the lower desk drawer. I had it in my hands and was straightening up when I heard one of
the other workers there call out something like: "hey, Ron, how you doing? I think the bigshots want
to see you. They were all over your desk this morning." 

with that, everything kind of happened all at once. I saw Richards and his men turn at the mention of
my name and I turned and sprinted for the stairwell. At the end of the wall, down past where the door
to the stairs waited, Randall Thomas had just come into the hall and did a double take when he saw
me running towards him. he started to yell something just as I went through the door. I didn't stop to
look back. 

damn, there's a lot more to tell you but this has already gotten too long. I'll let you know when I have
another message ready for you. In the meantime, there may be a couple of ways you can help me. 

we need a password for the file on this third disc. I haven't tried too hard to get it open yet, but I'm
not sure I could guess or crack it anyway, based on what they used for the first two. I've tried to get
in contact with the person behind the dread house website (since they gave us the memos that
provided the first two passwords) but I haven't had much luck yet. maybe you can find some way to
determine if they have either another memo or the password itself for this file. I'm thinking this person
might even be "Ed" himself - how else would they have access to this stuff? Someone mentioned in an
e-mail that they had "found" the old webmaster Ed, but didn't give me any details. I'm betting it's the
person behind the dread house site.

The other thing is, I've decided to travel to a few places to check out some things for myself. I really
have no place else to go anyway and feel a need to keep moving. I've already learned a few more
things but they'll have to wait until the next message. but if anyone has a place where I can crash
for a night or two on my way to where I want to go, that would rock. Even staying in places where
the cockroaches outnumber the ice machines, I can't afford these hotels much longer. I don't want to
have to resort to sleeping in my car or in a park unless I absolutely have to. 

Either write to me or call the number you have and let me know if you can help. I'll be in touch.
And please, be careful. I don't want to be finding any of your names crossed off of any lists. 

Ron