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The last few days have seemed like weeks, and there has been a flurry of events taking place. For many reasons, whether it be lack of time, permission, or authority, I was not able to capture all of the events I wanted to, but I wanted to share a selection of notes I did take.
Friday, August 14, 2020
I’m on my way out of the house. Just a couple of days ago, I received an invitation from Ron to meet tonight at a church near old-town San Diego. Up until now, talking about these people I’m about to finally meet in-person seems kind of weird. It’s a lot like meeting a celebrity or perhaps someone you’re familiar with in some way, but you’re not quite sure what to anticipate going into the actual introduction. Naturally, I would have liked to record this meeting, but when I asked Ron in advance about that possibility, he was very clear about the requirement for no record of the conversation due to the potential negative outcome it could have for our plans. I even asked about recording it and not releasing it on the podcast until after our plans were carried out, but for some reason, I think this pissed off Ron. I just can’t imagine why. Sorry guys, I tried.
Saturday, August 15
I got home really late last night…too late to document anything, but either way, I really needed to sleep on the information I was given last night. I met both Brianne and Benjamin Scanlon. Detective Anderson was there, and of course, Ron was as well. I thought I was going to be able to meet Father Lucas Stone, but surprisingly, he wasn’t there. Who I didn’t expect to see there was Preston Nicholson. It was insane because we were all gathered in the church, talking to one another, and then I heard a voice from behind me which startled me a bit. When I turned around, he was just sitting there in the pew behind me as if he’d been there the whole time.
For some reason, everyone I hadn’t met prior to last night looked just about like I expected, but Nicholson didn’t. He looked younger, and he had a serious way about him. For some reason the account I read about way back in Episode 6 made me think he was more mischievous, like some kind of class clown character. He was all business.
While I have been advised not to provide many details about the plan that we devised, I can share with you that I can see the value of presenting these accounts to you more so now than ever, even though it’s rather minuscule in the scale of what’s actually happening here.
For the time being, we believe we have a way to get rid of the Grinner, and it’s fine if he knows our intentions. No, that’s not right…it’s actually better that he knows them. I don’t know if this demon who toys with our minds and tries to weaken us physically and spiritually, if he audibly hears what I’m saying through the podcast, or if it uses abilities of a more more supernatural nature to know certain details about the people it infects, but I know he’s been in my head as of late.
I’m tired of the middle of the night visits, the fleeting shadows out of the corner of my eye, the disembodied voices I’ve heard, and even managed to record.
Sunday, August 16
This morning, I’m confident that the Grinner has some sort of spiritual connection, as if he’s aware of the notes I jotted down from yesterday, because he paid me a visit in my sleep. I’m so tired of being toyed around with. Of being taunted. Shortly after 2:00 a.m. this morning, I was awoken to the feeling of pressure on my chest. I was lying on my back, which in itself is strange because I never sleep that way, but it felt like an elephant was standing on me. I tried to move, but it was as if I was paralyzed. I couldn’t even yell out, and when I tried, I only made muffled, grunting noises. I could do nothing to prevent what happened next.
The shadow figure entered my room for the first time. Normally it just stands near the doorway and peers around the corner at me, and for some reason, I had always considered my doorway somewhat of a threshold. I don’t know why…I guess it’s just because I’d never seen it gap the distance between the doorway and my bed. But this changes things. It seems more intimidating now…more threatening.
I watched as it levitated into a horizontal position directly above me, suspended in the air, and then it began taking on an entirely different-looking form. It was almost animalistic, and it was speaking in Latin. I couldn’t understand it at the moment, of course, but the tone was authoritative. As it spoke, the pain in my chest swelled, and I thought I might have been having a heart attack. I couldn’t even focus on the words being said, but after only a few words were spoken, the shadow figure dissipated and my pain was alleviated. I could breathe again. I rolled over to check on my wife, who was still soundly asleep and unaware of what just happened.
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, and then I picked up my digital audio recorder from my night stand. It was still recording. You see, any time I’ve done paranormal investigations, I’ve always found the audio recorders to come in most handy. Well, that along with good research. But I’ve always suggested to clients that they invest in a good one. You can always record over old files or archive them for later review. But ever since I began getting these late-night visits from our demonic acquaintance, I’ve been recording the encounters.
This is the audio from the encounter I just described.
Non licet esse tam audax, ut putas te potest tollendum me. Grassor si audes.
The loose English translation of this is, “You can’t be so bold to think you can get rid of me. Go ahead and try if you dare.”
Monday, August 17
I’ve never been known to shy away from a dare. Anyone who has known me long enough can tell you this. Sometimes, it’s a fault, but I’m guessing given the taunting nature the Grinner typically uses to interact with me, he might just be aware of that. In fact, I was counting on a visit from him shortly after my meeting with everyone.
In light of the increasingly pervasive nature of these visits, I’m taking this opportunity to call you out. I’m speaking directly to you now, (bleep), who we call “the Grinner”. I believe that any power you hold over a human being is an illusion. That you’re actually very weak, and there’s really nothing you can manage to accomplish that we don’t allow, or that your master hasn’t given you permission to do. The truth is, I think you’re nothing more than an errand-boy. If you truly wanted to accomplish something by lingering around for so long, you would have done so by now if you really had the ability. I’m starting to believe that you’re nothing without a menial task to fulfill, an order to follow, or a human host to try to manipulate into doing the things you can’t do for yourself.
I challenge you to prove me wrong. Tonight, we’ll all be gathered together. Everyone you’ve infected including myself, and Ben and Brianne Scanlon will be in one place. Why don’t you meet us there and show us what you can do? Stop hiding in the shadows and visiting us while we sleep, while we’re vulnerable. My bet is that you won’t even show up, and I’ll be sure to update everyone who listens to this podcast that you failed to show your face to confront us. That you’re nothing more than a disembodied coward. Useless… afraid… pathetic.
I assume you’re aware of the place we met Friday night. All you have to do is meet us there, face to face and prove us wrong. We’ll be waiting.
This week, I’m not asking for your social media interactions, or that you reach out to me with your thoughts or check out our website. I would just ask that, if it’s part of what you believe in, to say a word in prayer for protection for myself and our team of people assembling to address this Grinner. And please ask your like-minded friends to do so as well. Rumor has it that gathering in numbers has more spiritual significance, so we’re hoping to get all the help we can as we prepare for tonight.
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