JOURNAL ENTRY 6

EL's Journal Entry 6

This week has been one thing after the other here. Nothing is normal,

not that it ever seemed to be. But conditions here are getting stranger

by the day. We have removed most of the brush but while the work

crew was clearing off the hill they hit what seemed to be rock and

they began to manually dig in the area. It became increasingly

difficult because while they were digging they had branches falling

out of nowhere, they kept thinking they heard voices and saw

something in the woods or someone. I have heard what sounds

like a chanting in the distant over and over this week especially

late at night.

I have now begun to have another strange dream with people in it

and what looks like a funeral. As usual I can’t remember all of it as

it seems to come in bits and pieces. I don’t quite understand what

is going on here, but it’s not normal and I feel like I am disturbing

something.

I continue to have the same dream I started to have here when I

moved in but now I feel like there is more here, more people here,

if that is what you would call it. I have started to notice there was a

grave in my first dream the area is beginning to look familiar. What

is under the dirt, brush and rocks? Who is chanting in the woods?

What kind of bird would have huge wings? Is it a bird? Animal?

Why am I even here?

It’s been a cold week here and there were a couple days that were

a little wet and we stopped working and yet another fog formed out

where the hill is.

I have also walked by the antique mirror I hung up on the wall from

the attic and I swear I caught a glimpse of myself….only it wasn’t me,

I looked different almost as if my hair was different, it was quick but I

swear I looked like I walked out of a few hundred years ago.

Not the mirror made me look old, it didn’t it’s just that I looked

like I walked out of the 17th century, like it was today.

I must be really tired and hallucinating because of all the dreams

and I am not sleeping as much. I am still waking up at 3:33 every

morning. I see shadows, hear voices. Do I need help?? No this is my

home.

Strangely enough I feel drawn to be here and I don’t think I can

leave if I wanted to. I don’t know why I haven’t run out of here yet.

Most people would be running with the sound of one voice or seeing

a shadow that looked creepy. Yet I feel drawn to the house and

it feels more and more like home but in a strange way.

Time to light the fire and drink hot chocolate and this week

we will finish clearing the property out and maybe find out

what’s out there on the grounds………EL

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