Knitting Needles

June 24, 1996 (listen to this while reading) http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=ma3BFoEwjPI
Hi, my name is lynn I am 19 years I have recently moved here to this small town named Anthony Gap, in New Mexico. This town is very quiet not many people here. Well I don't really live in the suburbs I just bought one lone house on this route. I dont know why no one has bought it it's not rundown or anything but it was at a normal price so I didn't really have any suspicions. Well thats a lie I got my contractor to check out the house to see if it was ok. My contracter is the kind of person not to tell a lie and he said that the windows needed to be fixed because there were scratches on them I said to him that it's fine and that I would be please to buy it.

The owner said I could have it a bit cheaper because he felt bad lying about the windows so I snapped up the house real quickly so no one else could buy it. I doubt anyone would becauase it was in the middle of no where and that you'd have to neighbours, but I was happy about this because I am genneraly a loner and I am really not afraid to say it.

June 26 1996
I really like my house I got it for a bargin and it's very cozy there are many rooms I haven't explored yet such as the 2 washrooms, the one cellar and many of the closets. My room I have choosen is on the second floor mainley because I feel safe there I have started to find scratches in other places not just on windows but also on the wooden posts on my front lawn. Not that I find this strange or anything or too strange to be exact. I think that it's mainley are racoon or something but I never knew racoons had such sharp claws, I guess that just the racoons here have such sharp claws? Anyway I have started unpacking my stuff such as photos, paintings and kitchen utensils when I came across my home phone. I hooked it up to the wall set up my number from my provider and such. I

I only have one freind, Nethanial I called him up about my new house and he decided he would visit me in a few days and he said he would bring stuff for my new house such as decorations and such because I couldnt really afford 3 moving trucks because I own a lote of stuff, not that i'm a hoarder or anything but I do have a collection.

July 2 1996
I was cleaning my restroom and things like that when I heared my doorbell ring, I knew it was nethanial because I basically live in the middle of no where. He said a standard greeting to me but I blushed because I kinda had a crush on him, not that it matters because I dont really think he knows. He helped me unpack my things after a while he decided to show me a present he bought me. I knew he would buy me something like a clock or tablecloth or something because he is the kind of person that always knows what you need, I was right more than I imagine because the thing he bought me was a cat clock, it was so cute!!! he knew I loved cats and that I kinda had an obbsesion over them. After the present was delivered he said he bought Mcdonalds for us and he bought me a BigMac and a drink, I offered to pay him but he refused.

I started finding more scratches in unusual places I told Nethanial this but he said that it's just an animal and to ignore it or to hire a pest control person. I refused because I knew that it wasnt a animal because the scratchings were happening in a pattern that every few days or so the things that were scratched got closer to my house and so on because i've started to notice more than a usual amount of things being scratched.

I drove to the closest town, Anthony, In the town I found a local pest control officer and he said he could do the job for around 120$. I agreed knowing that I wouldnt get any sleep without him saying that it's just a animal and no ghosty things because to be honest paranormal things really freak me out.

July 3 1996
Ok now I am officialy scared to death because Nethanial decided to return back to his house and shortly later the pest control man said that there was nothing 'invading" the house except for racoons and that the only thing he could really do was put food on a plate and put a spike trap there. I agreed knowing that this would calm my ever growing paranoia because I knew that this much is practically unhealthy for a teenager like myself. I checked on the trap sometimes but it caugh nothing but the scratching continued.

I decided to go to sleep and lock my door because I didnt really want the 'thing" to enter my house. While I was sleeping I heard a thump, scream then footsteps fleeing in the opposite direction, since it was morning and light out I decided to check the trap,

I am not going to post a photo of the hand I saw caught in the trap but only describe it for the weak stomachs reading. It was a normal arm caught in the trap and torn off from the owner's body the arm having needles puncturing her arm in various places and the other thing I found weird was that she had perfictly manicured nails, a dark shade of black. Also the clothing attached to the arm was very fine almost like a dress but ruined by the fact that there were needles sticking randomly out from her. "maybe it's acupuncture" I thought to myself. But slowly dismissed the thought because I noticed that the needles weren't put into any patterns.

July 4 2996
The thing's angry. Well not that I know its mad but as soon as I heared the scream In the middle of the night The scratching hasn't stopped at things around my house but things scratched inside my house. I accept my fate to whatever hideous creature lies within the dark. It's now inside my house at this very moment I am very concentrated on writing down these final notes and to hide my journal in a safe spot. It's very dark out and I am starting to hear thumping coming up my stairs very quietly slowly but also very quiet almost as if she knew it would cause fear in me. It's coming down the hall faster now almost the thumping almost at a rythmic pace, I am now sobbing tears flowing down my face and writing very frantically. My door is oppening and all I see is a woman  like me dressed in a black dress laced with purple string making skull paterns on her waistline.

She's a witch I knew it from the moment I saw those needles I knew I was cursed. She's chanting something but I am losing the energy to write the last thing I have the energy to write is that dont beleive what others tell you even if it's true.