Nov 10, 2013
I feel like I have no control anymore. I found a note on my pillow when I woke up from a nap this afternoon. I need someone to tell me what to do. I don't know what the right choice is anymore. I did a rubbing of the pendent Father Tom gave me. Many people have been asking for it. I think I'm at the end of my road.
He is above. He is below. He is above. He is below. The stars sleep. He rises. I first sign will be revealed. IA! IA! The time is near.
November 8, 2013
My research has uncovered some frightening information. I have been having a reoccurring dream about this dark figure. It changes all the time. Sometimes I feel like it is just a dark mist, sometimes it seems like a writhing mass of arms or tentacles, sometimes it's an animal- deer or goat like in appearance, and other times I am in a wooded area and I mistake it for a leaf cover tree. These images haunt me. I spent yesterday at the university library. It seems like the creature I am dreaming about is a deity named Shub-Niggurath. She is the elder god known for her thousands of young. She was worshipped by people as a fertility goddess. I don't know what this all means or what it has to do with the lake, the white lady, the babies that disappeared and this piece of amber I have. I still haven't figured out what it is contained inside the amber either. I'm going to go research more on this. If anyone has any ideas let me know. I will try to check back here periodically today. I'm going to be on the move so I'll do what I can.
November 7, 2013
I'm getting desperate now. I don't know if these blogs are safe or not, but I have a feeling whoever or whatever is after me can find me regardless of a blog post. I don't have access to the internet all the time. I've been on the run for months now. It wasn't safe to stay in town anymore. I've been doing my own investigating about Anna Lyon and these strange dreams I'm having. I've tried contacting Mr. Constantine but have had no real luck. While I was out today someone must have been in my room. When I returned the door was ajar and my room was filled with leaves, like a wind storm had blown through. There was a package sitting on my bed. I opened it and found a really strange yellow color stone or some kind of matter. It has something inside of it. It reminds me of that amber stuff from Fringe. I haven't made contact with anyone except a few people who emailed me within the last few days. I don't know who to trust. I make contact with someone and suddenly someone knows where I am. I'm calling the parish to try to talk to Father Tom. I think it's time to leave this place again. I'm so tired of being on the run.
April 13,2013
I can't do this any longer. Something is so wrong here. Innocent people are dying and it's all my fault. What I saw tonight can't even be put into words. The greusome sight is all I can see every time I close my eyes.
The PIT guys came to investigate. We were at the vans getting equipment ready and they were getting a detailed description of the events that happened back on July 13th last year. I told them exeactly what we did, how we were just trying to scare Jen and the weird things that have happened since then. One of the camera men walked down to the lake to start setting up. I didn't even realize someone left the group or I would have warned them not to go alone. We heard a scream and by the time we got down to the lake....OMG. I'm sick just talking about it. What could rip a person into pieces in a matter of minutes? What can do this kind of thing? I'm so afraid. I have to get out of here. I can't stay here anymore. I need to talk to Father Tom and get the heck out of here.
April 10, 2013
I received an email from Shane again. I don't know what to make of it. Here's what it said....Ha ut tsu''ung. Tha tugnt a'a ialun iat. Ha ut aghakanung. Tha
thhuutan una hat ftaan ruiang. Ha ut aftu'a. Ha ut ftaftugh. Ha ut aftu'a. Ha
ut ftaftugh. Tha tsa't tftaal. Ha 'utat. I
It just keeps repeating itself.
April 5, 2013
This is getting more bizarre by the minute. I sent Shane Tyree an email. I got some weird response back. It's like he's speaking some other language. Weatherford Constantine sent me a message saying it is of vital importance that we speak. Something about the order needs to decide on a course of action. I have no idea what he means. Maybe Father Tom can give me some insight. Also, PIT called today. They are very much interested in coming to investigate the white lady idea. They said that many times they can dispel these "paranormal" incidents and find out the truth of what's happening. They will let me know when they plan on coming. I'll even get to be there for the investigation.
April 4, 2013
Father Tom came to see me today. He is urging me to contact that Constantine guy. He said it's for my own safety. I'm glad someone else sees the weird stuff happening in this town and I'm not just going insane. I'm having trouble sleeping. I keep having dreams about something. I don't really know what to call it. It doesn't always have a shape. Something about it feels female though. Father Tom gave me the name of another guy. He lives in Pennsylvania. He's supposed to be pretty knowledgeable on these kinds of strange happenings. His name is Shane Tyree. He's an artist. I looked him up on facebook and he seems to be drawn to the strange and unusual in his art too. I guess it's time to contact these people and see what is going on around here. Here goes nothing.
March 31, 2013
I contacted the PIT show to find out what they can do to help. Someone is supposed to contact me this week. They keep asking questions about the house and the family. I went to the courthouse and started researching this woman a little more.Her name was Anna Lyon. Her family came to the US and settled in Connecticut in 1713. They had been from Scotland then moved to England and eventually came to the states. After that it got a little sketchy as far as what they did. There was a politician that was a Representative from Rhode Island in the family line. What struck a nerve with me were the reports of one of her relatives being accused of being a witch during the Salem Witch trials. Her husband, John, also from Scotland, came from a family with some noteability. They were involved in politics and had standards to live up to. John and Anna were expected to be the model couple so it was pretty tramatizing to them when they were unable to have a child. She suffered 12 miscarriages, all in the later stages of pregnancy. She was frantic to give her husband a child and finally gave birth to a son. When he disappered it was too much for her to handle. She started losing her mind, talking about seeing the darkness staring back at her. John said he had no choice but to leave her. I hope PIT can help me figure out what is going on around here and if we have indeed awakened the white lady.
March 13, 2013
I was watching TV tonight and one of those paranormal investigation shows came on. Maybe I should contact them. I haven't worked up the nerve to contact that Constantine guy. What can it hurt, right? Maybe they'll come out and find that it's all in my mind, that I really am going crazy. It's called PIT. How original. Paranormal Investigative Team. Here goes nothing. Maybe I'll check them out on Twitter first. #whitelady.
March 2, 2013
I went to see Father Tom. He doesn't think I'm crazy. He said there are things in this world beyond our ability to understand. Dark things. He gave me a pendent he said would help keep me safe, as if a piece of metal can do anything. I'm willing to try anything at this point. This morning in the shower I swore I heard someone in the bathroom with me. I was washing my hair and there was a strange odor that filled the room. When I opened my eyes I could have sworn the water was a murky brown color. I screamed but that quick it was clear again. When I opened the shower curtain the rug in front of the shower was wet. What if the white lady is real and is after me? Father Tom gave me the name of a guy that can help me. All I have is his email address. He said it is important I contact him. His name is Weatherford Idras Constantine. I can barely say his name. I hope he can help. Does anyone else out there believe me?
Feb 27, 2013
I can't take it any longer. I need to talk to someone. I think I'm going to go see Father Tom from Saint Ephrem's Catholic Church. What's the worst that can happen? He might think I'm nuts. At this point I am.
Jan 26, 2013
I can't ignore the strange things happening to me anymore. Cortney wasn't crazy after all. I can't shake the feeling that someone is always watching me. The hair on the back of my neck stands up at odd times. I feel like I can't breathe. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. There's never anything there but every ounce of my being is screaming for me to run. What is wrong with me? Am I going crazy? I don't know who to talk to. Who is going to take a 20 year old girl seriously when she tells them she thinks her and her drunk friends awakened the devil from a lake in a small town in the middle of BFE? I've got to do something. I'm beginning to think I'm really in trouble.
December 13, 2012
Something really wild is going on here. I think maybe we did something terrible when we went to the lake that night. It's been 5 months and there are strange things happening to people in town. Three babies have been kidnapped. Cortney's sister's baby was one of them. They babies are just disappearing without a trace. The only thing the investigators found was a wet spot on the carpet beside the crib in 2 of the 3 instances. They're not entirely sure about the 3rd one. The mom is a drunk and was passed out on the couch. She didn't realize the baby was missing until almost noon the next day. She has hardwood floors in the baby's room too. Cortney's family is a mess. Cortney keeps saying we woke that woman up and now she's getting revenge on us. I started researching the house and the history of the woman. Her maiden name was Lyon. Her family was some kind of political figures over in England. She came from money and married into money. She married the youngest McKinley son. They had tried to have a baby but lost each one to a miscarriage late in the pregnancy. I guess I can understand her being so distraught when her baby was kidnapped. But why kidnap other kids now? Those families didn't steal her baby. I know we should tell someone about what we did. What if we really did wake her up? Who would believe us though? A priest?
Oct 13, 2012
Cortney's been acting really bizarre the last couple months. Ever since we went to the lake for my birthday she says she feels like something is smothering her. She said it's not like someone physically putting their hands over her mouth or anything, but she feels like she can't breathe. She's my best friend and all, but the girl is nuts. She needs some crazy pills or something. I mean seriously, nothing weird is happening to the rest of us. She's such a drama queen sometimes.
July 15, 2012
A couple of us girls went out Friday night for my birthday. Cortney's sister bought us a couple bottle of Captain's and let us crash at her house so my parents wouldn't find out how trashed we were. OMG, it was crazy. She lives down the street from that creepy house on McKinley Hill. That place is so big I'd need a map to find my way to my room every night. Rumor has it some chick killed herself a long time ago when baby was kidnapped from the nursery in the house. Her husband bailed on her and said she went crazy. She put rocks in her nightgown, walked out into the middle of the lake behind the house and drowned. They say if you go to the lake at night and say "white lady, white lady, I have your baby" she rises out of the water and comes after you. I have never believed in that superstitious stuff. At least I didn't until that night. I still don't understand what we saw that night. There has to be another explanation. Ghosts don't really come out and haunt people do they?
We had already had a little too many rum and cokes. We thought it would be funny to walk down to that lake and call the white lady. We were just trying to scare Jen. She thinks her house is haunted. We called the white lady chant like 5 times and nothing happened. We goofed off for a while scaring Jen then we said it again another 5 times. Still nothing. I was about to get out of there when Cortney started the chant again. She was on her third time of saying it and we heard this rippling water sound. It was too dark to see what was out there but we heard the most blood curdling shriek. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. There was a cold wind that swished by us. We didn't stick around to see what was coming out of the water. As we reached the edge of the huge house I caught a glimpse of white out of the corner of my eye. We got back to Cortney's sister's house and headed straight to the basement. I don't know what happened out there but I know I'm never doing that again.
