Sleepless nights, sitting outside in my car, waiting outside the gates of this milestone of death. Thoughts, began to linger of what I’d find out here!

Since i began honestly investigating the weirdness in this world. I’ve always had brush encounters with what can only be described as odd. I’ve investigated a lot in my short time on this planet. But now, i stand before the gates of this cemetery. Looking for some clue of what lurks in the darkness. I’ve been attacked both physically and mentally by a force of unseen evil.

I’ve been investigating for quite sone time the presence of the occult in my small town. Everything, from slaughtering small animals and to that of grave robbing.

I wish this was all fantasy! I wish i was lying as i typed this. But I’m afraid it’s the truth. The police, the government, and those who live in small towns and turn a blind eye. Everything, is happening for a reason. We must all try and do what what we can in bringing forth the truth. I’m being left in the dark and hitting dead end after dead end. I’m the only one who’s reporting indian children going missing for experiments, cannibalism taking place in the country, and satanic cults.

I’ve been investigating cemeteries, talking with leads, and doing everything in my power to bring you the truth. No one takes me serious. I’ve had the police follow me and discredit me. I’m not doing this for fame or fortune. I don’t care about that sorta thing. I just want to bring the truth out and open the eyes of everyone who’s blind.

What your about to read, will make you think twice about small towns, and will forever scar you like it’s scarred me.

I arrived at the Inga Cemetery, on the tip sent to me about a possible grave robbing that may occur. That a small cult, the very same that I’ve been investigating, has it’s tentacles in the municipal government. Everything, is being silenced. But, i was given a tip in checking out the grave of one “Frank Koble”. Supposedly, a fallen member who wished for his body to be used in a ceremony.

My contact Kirk, told me about how this small group of the insane, who have connections within every aspect of life in this small town and others like it. They have fingers in every pot and aspects of life. They’re our farmers, our mechanics, local business owners, police, and government. They live amongst us and will do anything in silencing those who come forward. Those places of rest where we put our loved ones soon become abandoned and with that, they are easy pickens for their activities. I’ve went out today, as i write this article, and found a handful of clues that i have to follow. I’m being led by different hands. I was sent an email as well, instructing me that Kirk is going silent. That every thing is going silent. A week or so ago, someone stole a brass tombstone, now for what purposes? I was told just so that they can let their presence be known. The deeper I go down this rabbit hole, the more I’m finding out that others in power are among the group.

My only question is this. Why, now is this coming to the surface? It’s a question that may never be answered. I hate leaving questions unanswered, am I being taken for a ride? Or am i finding out more and more of what lyes within every small rural town? But for the time being, I’m done with this investigation. If Kirk does decide he needs to return, he knows where to contact me. If he’s dead, than I hope those who’ve carried out the act find themselves in prison. But knowing what i know, this is nothing more than a mere lie. For they will go unpunished.

I’m writing this as I sit in my living room, hoping to fall asleep here soon.