Believers,
I don't think I'm alone anymore. The new house seems to be compromised already, but not by the same type of threat. This is something new. Something potentially even more dangerous. Are the things that have found me even human?
Without giving my exact location away, I'll say the place I'm staying now is out in the woods itself. I wasn't thrilled to find this out, but I also wasn't really in a position to turn anything down. Now I think maybe I should have.
The noises started a few nights ago. They were slight at first, almost timid. In fact, I thought very little of them despite knowing there are no natural sounds in the forest at night. Perhaps this was simply me trying to convince myself there was no danger where it actually existed. Regardless, I know better now.
The almost imperceivable "rustling" sound came back the next night, but it was closer, and joined by another more disturbing noise. It was a sort of wheeze, as if whatever was out there was smelling the air for something. That rasp has stolen what little hope I had of the noise being anything easily explained as well as the majority of my sleep. It's hard to rest with the knowledge you're surrounded by unknown threats.
The situation seems to be moving towards an inevitable end, as last night the sounds were right up against the walls of the house. The rustling is now more of a scraping noise, which makes sense with what I found outside today-- the trees nearest the porch were scratched pretty severely. Most confusingly, though, there was definitely something coherent about the marking, as if there was some sort of message in them. If it is indeed a language I certainly don't recognize it, but the speculation makes me feel sick. What are they communicating to one another out there in the dark?
I can't believe it, but I'm actually contemplating going out there tonight to see for myself what has been sniffing around the house. I've almost convinced myself that the truth can't be any more horrifying than the anticipation. Of course, that might not be true. If the things rip me to pieces, I suppose I'll have my answer.
Until next time...
