So after our little adventure at the church I decided to contact some people that may have some idea as to what is going on. So I chatted up a professor at the local college regarding the history of Townsville and the church. Basically that led to us (The Group) heading to the local archives. So we found this freaking awesome book.
Did I fail to mention that I can sense things when I pick up an object? Well I can. Not only that, but sometimes I see dead people. Seriously! Just like that kid in The Sixth Sense, but I'm cooler. Anyhoo, I picked up this book and was like teleported through time. I saw some freaking awesome cool shit. Which I can't really talk about cause if The Group founds out they might have me killed. Or at least tied up and duct taped so I can't blog anymore.
Anyway, I'm hanging out at the psychiatrist's house (or maybe he's a psychologist. Don't know nor care). Sadly though there's no bodies in the basement. Granted he won't let me dig up his basement, so there could be bodies. His house isn't very interesting. Although one of the pillows in his bedroom is giving off some major EMF readings. Not sure if I want to know why. Shit! I hear someone coming! I better get back to the living room.
P.S. Apparently Mrs. Farmer Bob was murdered and the suspect is the head nurse
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