Thursday, April 13, 2023

Dear Journal,

I’m writing this entry with trembling hands, still reeling from the spine-chilling events that unfolded last night. Sisto and I made the daring decision to spend the night in the haunted house on the outskirts of town, and it turned out to be an experience straight out of a horror movie.

As soon as we stepped into the house, we were greeted by a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to seep into our very souls. The air was heavy with an oppressive aura, and we could hear faint whispers echoing through the halls, sending shivers down our spines. But we were determined to brave the night and uncover the truth behind the ghostly rumors.

We set up our sleeping bags in the living room, our flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The only source of light in the house was the faint moonlight filtering through the boarded-up windows. We tried to keep our nerves in check as we shared ghost stories, but our unease grew with each passing moment.

That’s when we heard it – a soft tapping sound coming from the corner of the room. We trained our flashlights towards the source, and our hearts skipped a beat. There, on the floor, was a small resin duck. It hadn’t been there before, and we couldn’t explain how it had appeared. Our minds raced with questions, but before we could wrap our heads around it, we heard another sound, this time from upstairs.

We cautiously made our way up the creaky staircase, our flashlights flickering ominously. As we reached the top, we froze in terror. The ducks were multiplying. They were everywhere – on the windowsills, on the shelves, even perched on the walls. It was as if the ghost was taunting us, playing a sinister game with us.

We tried to rationalize what was happening, but logic seemed to have abandoned us. We were trapped in a nightmare, unable to comprehend the inexplicable events unfolding around us. We could feel a malevolent presence lurking in the shadows, watching our every move. Our nerves were frayed, and we were on edge, constantly expecting something to jump out at us.

The night dragged on, and we were too scared to sleep. We could barely muster the courage to move, fearing what we might encounter next. The ducks continued to appear and disappear, moving around the house as if guided by an unseen force. We tried to capture evidence with our cameras, but the footage came out distorted, adding to our growing sense of dread.

As the first light of dawn approached, we couldn’t bear the tension any longer. We gathered our belongings and practically sprinted out of the house, leaving the haunting presence behind. As we looked back, we saw the ducks lined up on the windowsill, almost mocking us with their silent gaze.

Sisto and I stumbled out of the house, our hearts pounding in our chests. We were relieved to have escaped the horrors of that haunted place, but the ordeal had left us with more questions than answers. What had we encountered in that house? Who or what was behind the mysterious resin ducks?

I’m still grappling with the events of that fateful night, trying to make sense of the inexplicable. It was a harrowing experience that will haunt me for a long time to come. Sisto and I share an unspoken understanding of what we went through, and we both know that some mysteries are best left unsolved.

Yours uneasily,

HAROLD

Dispatches from the Old Man on Little Brushy Mountain, with mentions of Mrs Bear, Madcat, Paw Brr and Maw Brr

Now that we have begun settlement here, I suppose that it might be a nice diversion to record events as they happen or revealed to me.

This being Radon country,  we consulted a local mitigation company to test and to make sure our home is able to stay well within safe levels,  given that Radon is the #2 cause of lung cancer after cigarettes.

My first meal in our happy hut was quite a fast food feast, a double impossible whopper with cheese, pickle, ketchup and mayo, a can of Dr. Pepper Zero from the fridge, large Burger King onion rings and a large McDonald’s fries.  (Paw and Maw Brr hit McDonald’s, as it is not far from the BK. Sadly, or possibly fortunately for me,  the shake machine was broken, so no Shamrock, Oreo Strawberry or Chocolate goodness for me… this time.)

Our

Local Cryptid for today is The Bunny Man.

Howdy folks, it’s me, the Old Man on Little Brushy Mountain, scribbling down some tales from our new homestead. We’ve finally settled in this neck of the woods, and life’s been mighty interesting so far!

First things first, we had to make sure our home is safe from radon, which is quite common in these parts. So, we called in a local mitigation company to test and make sure our cabin is free from this sneaky vapor. After all, radon is the second leading cause of lung cancer after cigarettes, and we aren’t taking any chances with our health, if we can help it!

Now, let me tell ya about my first meal in our cozy little hut. I went all out with a fast food feast! I chowed down on a double impossible whopper with all the fixins – cheese, pickle, ketchup, and mayo. Washed it all down with a can of Dr. Pepper Zero from the fridge. And to top it off, I had some Burger King onion rings and a heapin’ plate of McDonald’s fries. Paw and Maw Brr went to McDonald’s too, since it ain’t too far from the BK. But dang it, wouldn’t ya know it, the shake machine was broken! So, no Shamrock, Oreo, Strawberry, or Chocolate goodness for me this time. Guess I’ll have to keep my milkshake dreams alive for another day!

Oh, and speaking of our neighbors, we’ve got quite a cast of characters here on Little Brushy Mountain. There’s Mrs. Bear, who’s always prowlin’ around and up to shenanigans, not unlike Madcat Pearl, the mischievous feline who’s always into something. Let me tell ya, Paw and Maw Brr are quite the pair too, always keepin’ me on my toes with their doings. But hey, life wouldn’t be half as fun without ’em! Also of note were the Venison Sisters (5 young deer we saw today just up the way), and the first visit from soon to retire school marm Ann, who saw us loading up the house and introduced herself. I should also mention the wandering ball-men seeking to recover lost treasures from the grassy moat that surrounds us all.

Well, that’s it for now, folks. I’ll be sure to keep y’all posted on the happenings here on Little Brushy Mountain. ‘Til next time, keep smilin’ and enjoyin’ life’s little quirks!

Yours truly,

Scottobear

Our new home, one day in.

It has been less than 24 hours since we signed the papers on our new home, and already I am struck by the similarities and differences between this place and our former abode. As I reflect on our first day here, I am filled with a mix of nostalgia and excitement for the new experiences that await us.

One of the notable similarities between our old and new homes is their natural beauty. Our former place boasted sandy shores and salty sea breezes, while our new home is nestled amidst majestic mountains, offering breathtaking vistas of rolling hills and verdant valleys. Both places have a charm and serenity that is unique to their landscapes, and I find myself captivated by the beauty of each in its own way.

However, there are also differences that set our new home apart from our old one. The pace of life here seems to be more relaxed and laid-back compared to the bustling energy of our former spot. The people here are friendly and welcoming, with a strong sense of community that is palpable. The local shops and historic buildings exude a sense of charm and character that is distinct from the vibe of our old town.

Another noticeable difference is the outdoor recreational opportunities that our new home has to offer. While our old town provided access to sandy beaches and water activities, our new home boasts abundant hiking trails, scenic parks, and opportunities for outdoor adventures in the nearby mountains. The change in scenery presents new opportunities for exploration and adventure, and we are eager to immerse ourselves in the natural beauty that surrounds us.

As I sit in our new home, I am filled with gratitude for the memories we made in our old town and the new experiences that await us in this new place. While there are similarities and differences between the two, each with its own unique appeal, I am excited to embrace the new chapter of our lives here. It is a new beginning filled with possibilities, and I am eager to see how our journey unfolds in this picturesque part of the world.