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.