Dear diary
07.04.2019
I think I’m being followed. Mom says I’m paranoid, but ever since I mentored those kids in a ritual, I’ve been on the scouting team to look for new places to hold rituals. Usually, I’m out with Jackie and her friend Liz, but whether I’m tagging along with them, or off on my own, in my peripheral vision, I see a man. He’s a tall slender, humanoid shape, or I assume it’s a he, but whenever I feel those eyes boring into my flesh, burrowing into my bone marrow, I turn to see nothing there. Nothing but a sensation in my skin.
I tried telling Mom a dozen times, but she just gives me this scolding look and tells me I shouldn’t be superstitious. Earlier today, deep in the mountains, while the rest of town was in church, I was with Liz, Jackie, and Annwyl. We were around Topaz Mountain, between it and North Tarryall Peak, I want to be as specific documenting this location as possible to I can find this entry and in turn the location later. We found something I don’t think I’ll be likely to find, or rather Annwyl tripped into it. In the side of the mountains, it’s commonly known there are hidden caves.
Annwyl fell into one, we helped her back out of it, but it scraped up her knee. While I was cleaning her up, Liz and Jackie decided to go in, just a bit.
A lot of a bit, since I’m being accurate. Since Annwyl could walk, we went in after my sister and her friend, she didn’t really want to, but she didn’t want to stay out of the cave, and I didn’t want to leave my sister all alone in the cave. Yeah, she’s 19 and in college, but she’s still my sister, so obviously I wasn’t leaving her to spelunk without me, after all, she isn’t the most graceful.
I don’t know what I expected from a hidden cave, but it wasn’t this. When you walk into this cave, its a narrow corridor, lined with candles in broken glass lanterns, after about fifteen yards, you get to this circular room, lined with more candles and broken lanterns. In the center sat an alter, with a mural of an attractive man with black feathered wings on his back. There was a Leviathan’s cross on the altar, so I think this belongs to some sort of Satanic convent, though I don’t think anyone’s told them that Satan’s dead. Jackie took a book of theirs, as it was just on the altar, so we can figure out what these people are doing, but I don’t think she should have. We took more than enough photographs of the rotten animal flesh in cauldrons to know what they were doing. I think she just wanted to read their useless propaganda.
Regardless, next week, we’re taking Mom out there. Maybe when I go out in the forest with her, she’ll feel the Watcher too, since he never leaves me alone. Especially since I went to that cave; he feels closer somehow, and I don’t really like it.
