FREAKS ALL OF YOU AREFRKWAS FUCKING FREAKS
STOP IT
STOP
A ONE TIME THING BEING BLOWN OUT OF PROPORTION
WE WERE FUCKING HIGH AND DRUNK AS HELL ITD OESNT EVEN MATTER
STOP
Anyways, sarah threatened to disband the bps for some fucking reason (again) because apparently im a physical danger to people.
Which im not. Whatever.
I showed someone the WIP; but its finished now.
My head is ringing with the tolls of the church bell.
Over, and over, it gets worse each passing day.
Thw sky is still dark. I cant see even three feet infront of me in this darkness. This is not normal night; this is something darker. Like a dark fog clasping itself around everything.. leaving the world pitch black. Something has went wrong.. more than normal alternate shit.
.. i dont know why i did this. I felt like i was in a trance.. probably the weed.
..A.M.
July eighteenth, 2009.
Although this is not an investigation per se, i consider this odd.
Picture shown above was taken midday. I woke up not knowing if it was day or night. The woods around sound quiet. I do not hear birds, I do not hear the leaves swaying. I do not know what has happened in the time following my most recent look outside.
I feel like Im being watched from the dark; I do not wish to know who or what it is. The whispering has become more clear to me.
This thing wants me to be like the rest, its only a matter of time before i fall into their claws.
Thursday; July sixteenth.
I was called into a cemetery just shy of the Yonder Cty border. A person who lived near by was complaining about hearing odd sounds at night. Although I only assume its an animal, they paid handsomely.
Investigation:
I arrived there around midnight. Set up my cameras and shit like that. I heard faint whispers.. but my cameras audio and my recorder both didn’t show it.
I felt like I was being watched, but thats really it. EMF didn’t go up. The Spirit Box was struggling to find signal to radio towers.
Overall; a very anticlimactic night. Hardly anything of interest.
A.M.-
