JOURNAL ENTRY 8

EL's Journal Entry 8

Journal 8

It was very hot today and I don’t think that it was a very good

day. It was ok but things seemed to be moving quite slowly.

I think I am just tired from not sleeping a lot.

The fog on the place where the hill used to be creates a area of

illusion, it’s like a circle or a smoke ring that forms after it rains

around the area where the gravestone is. It’s been weird since

it was uncovered. I sit sometimes at night and stare at the

lonely stone on the far side of the property. It seems really

sad that someone would be buried alone with no one else

there. What happened to Raven Mae’s friends? Did she have

family? Anywhere? It’s quite strange. The sadness in the

house creeps over everything. The moving shadows by the

windows appear out of nowhere.

The strangest thing is the chanting that began has become

louder and stronger, they have begun to look for something

beyond what seems to be real. I don’t know if that makes any

sense. But I feel that who ever is out there is calling for

someone. There seems to be a collaboration of sorts of some

kind between the winged shadow and the distant chanting in

the wind.

I have begun to try to find out information about Raven Mae

and can not come up with anything yet. I have recalled a book

I saw in my dream and I am searching the house for the

information that it may contain to unlock the mystery of this

lonely woman buried in the yard over 300 years ago.

Maybe the people out there are looking for her or calling for her.

But would she not be with them? I don’t know. It feels like they

are calling for something. Could it be her or the shadows I see.

I have felt a presence in my room many times. I should be

running out the door. Although I am an Empath and can

connect emotionally to people and read people I don’t really

want to connect to the unknown. Yet I feel compelled and even

drawn strongly to be here. More and more I just want to be

here. It’s the strangest thing. I should be running out the door

and I think maybe anywhere else I would. But this strangely

feels like home and it sometimes feels like someone is waiting

for me, looking for me. I don’t know.

I just go day to day and try to make a home here for myself.

Lonely it can be sometimes. I wonder if Raven Mae was lonely

here too? But if she was so lonely then who are all these

people? What is out there on the property and what presence

do I feel in the house in my room at night?

I will reflect on the day and all my thoughts tonight

while I won’t be lighting a fire, it’s too warm now in June

I will sit out front and enjoy the breeze and listen to whatever

clues may unfold tonight…..EL

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