I’ve had no service or internet all day. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to upload this entry, but I have to write down what’s happened today and hope that someone sees it. Last night, Mr. Skinn escaped Newtown Psychiatric Hospital with several other inmates who he had been recruiting for his cult. The police and the media are lying about what’s going on to keep the situation from getting out of control. They must have messed with the cell towers because no messages are getting in or out by phone. It’s like the entire town is on lock down. Everyone in town has been shut in their homes with their doors locked tight, but I had to go out and investigate for myself. I went to Schofield Covered Bridge where Mr. Skinn was last found hiding out to see if I could find any traces of him or his followers. It seemed like someone had been living there recently and there were Satanic s̸y̵m̵b̵o̷l̸s̸ covering the underside of the bridge. Upon further research, I found that the symbols matched the ones found among the animal mutilations. I’ve tried calling the police station all day to report what I’ve found but the line is blocked. I feel like I’m g̵o̵i̶n̷g̵ ̸c̵r̴a̷z̶y̴. I haven’t seen or spoken to another person in t̸w̸o̸ ̶d̸a̴y̸s̸ ̷ ψ. I’ve been having the weirdest d̸̹̙͓̓̀̾̅̕r̵̹̒͗̔̌̑̇͠͠ȩ̷̡͉̳͈̀̇̓̽̈́̕͠͝a̸̡͙̳̘̞̅̄͐́͌͆̒͝m̴̟̻̪̮͛̄̌̎̄̌͠͝ṡ̶͓̪̹̱͆ . Wait, I just saw a shadow pass by my window. But it could be my eyes playing tricks on me, or no, wait, I think there’s someone outside my house. He’s just standing there on the lawn. He keeps staring at me, his head crooked. I can’t see his face in the dark, but he is staring into the window like he sees me. I just heard something break in the basement. Oh God. I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs. If anybody is reading this- please, send help.
̫̣̣͙͓M̴̻̻̎́̐ṛ̶̛͕̈́̌ ̸͔̔S̵̗̽̚ķ̷̱̠́̓i̵̹̿̈́n̶̥͚̣̾̽͑n̶̨̺̜̚ ̴̧͎̦̔̊̄I̷̼̝̫̒s̸̳̼̓͠ ̴̢̛͖̺̀̊Ŗ̴̫͑͐̀e̵̗͓͂̍͝a̴̝̺̒͊̍͜d̵̹̑y̶̯̙̓̈́ ̵̪̩̆̚N̴͍͝o̷̞̤͗̿̀w̴̬͛ ̵̧͖̳̅̐̊ ̴̡͉̞̀̑̿
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