A Submission from Marcus T. - 09/29/2014
I found stuff about something that matches your description of this "twig".
It's a diary, found it near a couple of trashcans while I was outside. It's damaged and a bit burnt, but I took the time to read and understand the first couple of chapters. I decided to write down the first entry and send it to you, I'll try to read the rest of them and type them out, they probably have some more information.
So, here's the first one.
ENTRY 1:
It’s been one hell of a night, that fest was sure fun, I’m glad I brought my friends with me, had a blast. Though something felt weird on my way back home, I need to reminiscince.
I decided to walk home alone since all 5 of us lived in different streets and I didn’t want to cause a hasle and ask them to walk with me. I decided to take a shortcut I knew since I was a kid just to get home faster, I never liked walking alone at night. It was a nice path through the woods, I knew every inch of it so there is no way I could get lost. So I was walking down the path in a rather fast pace just so I get to my destination faster, not caring about my surroundings. The path I took was actually well-kept, there were benches every 20-30 meters so people could rest, the grass was cut regularly but beyond that I couldn’t see anything else since it was pitch-dark. There was something that kept ringing through my ears although, a sound of twigs breaking underneath someone’s or something’s feet. Probably a squirrel or something, not like I wanted to pay too much attention to it. I decided to speed up since the sound was becoming a bit uncomfortable. It kept getting more frequent and I started to have this weird feeling someone was near me, it was an errie/odd feeling. I then arrived infront of my house and swiftly got in, locking the door behind myself quietly so I don’t wake my parents up.
Although what was that noise and why did I get a feeling like someone was watching me? I’ll just go to bed and think about it tomorrow.
Hit me up if you want more.