Wednesday

August 10th, 2020

It has been 3 weeks since I moved home to investigate the Satanic Six and it seems like as soon as I got here, talk of any cult activity vanished upon my arrival. It was almost suspicious how quiet everything seemed. The town has remained mostly unchanged since I left 6 years ago and the usual gossiping residents seem unwilling to talk about anything that may upset the calm of the late summer months. I was able to interview a few people but didn’t turn up with anything useful. The farmers were convinced the mutilations were nothing but teen pranks, riding on the wave of terror brought on by the mysterious Mr. Skinn. I wonder if they came to this conclusion themselves or if the police tipped them off to calm their suspicions. When I spoke with the police, they were a dead end. They practically laughed me out of the precinct when I came around asking questions, but something tells me they’re hiding information to keep the peace with residents. After the Mr. Skinn fiasco, the last thing they need is a bunch of paranoid townies. A woman at the grocery store today did tell me she’s afraid her grandson is part of the Satanic Six because he plays violent video games and watches horror movies. If that was the cult criteria I’m sure they would have tried to recruit me by now. 

As I was leaving the grocery store I caught sight of today’s newspaper: 




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