October 1st

It's my first day out here in the town, and people sure are friendly! This behavior alludes to a successful choice in location. With all this buttering up, they're definitely hiding some dark history from me! I hope it's bloody!
I've been given some cookies and a map of the area, printed locally with a few (a very few) tourist attractions illustrated.
As I sit here on the floor of an abandoned farmhouse, breathing in dust with my treats, I can't help but noticing that the road of my current location is not marked. It really doesn't get any more promising than this!
The only way this could be more perfect, I think, is if any of the locals actively dissuaded me from the farm when I mentioned it. Unfortunately, no. I don't count warnings about structural integrity, which was all I got.

Regardless, I'm very excited!

So says the researcher

October 2nd

Nothing of note was experienced last night aside from the crick in my neck from sleeping on wood floors. This isn't damning, just disappointing.Tonight I'll set up my candles and such, but I don't expect any major breakthroughs this far from Halloween.
My closest "neighbor" at the moment is a perpetually groggy gas station attendant, and as I bought my coffee and donuts this morning, they suggested a few motels that are "probably more haunted," but I wont put much stock in that claim; Not for now, at least. But I have put a small pin in it.
When you work in a gas station, You either get a warped perception of reality or obtain a clarity for humanity that is incredibly hard to come by. This one... well, I am not making any judgements, but they do not seem to be "all there," You know...? However, I appreciate their interest in my research and experiments, if it was genuine and not a passive aggressive suggestion to stop sleeping in a half-collapsed farm house. Time will tell if my work is taken seriously or if I am on the same grounds as your run of the mill wacko. Currently, it's very possibly both.

The coffee is pretty bad so today I'm driving into town to get my own supply, as to not subject myself to more discomfort than my job calls for.
Better news to come!?

So says the researcher

October 3rd

My coffee demands are not being met, but I've still not experienced any haunted activity... I'm trying to keep my spirits high- Again, it's only the beginning of october!- but as things are the only thing high is my heartrate from the caffeine intake!
I lit three candles, a little overkill but I was feeling an inkling of desperation last night. All three remained lit with an average flame. I'll give this barn house... two more days, maybe? Before I move on to the motel the clerk suggested the other day.
On the subject of the clerk, something about them electrifies me, and that feeling also scares me, and I think the key to this mystery could very well lie within them. Their knowledge of other haunted places... what more do they know? Who is this person? I'll put another pin in this train of thought.

So says the researcher

October 4th

Despite being at the ripe age of 29 and three quarters, It was only this evening that I've gone to a drive-in theater! They're so quaint! I didn't care for the movie so much as I was enthralled at the atmosphere of it all. Drinking sugary soda in the back of a stranger's pickup truck... The lo-fi crackle of the ancient speaker in the car... watching a film being projected onto a visibly dirty screen... All of this on a cold autumn night! I am still shaking, from the cold and the caffeine and the adventure of it all.
The clerk, who I now know is named Yarissa, suggested the outing this morning. I was hesitant at first-- I have work to do, and all-- But the barn house doesn't seem to be panning out as I'd hoped. I also bargained with myself that this would be a good way to get more information on my new friend, but speaking during a film felt... rude! So I only replied when spoken to. I'm seeing, now, this was a mistake and a missed chance.
I have the rest of the month, however. Spirits up! Heartrate up! I'm pacing the halls!

LOUD...

Hopefully my adrenaline will wear off and I'll be granted some sleep-

YOU'RE SO LOUD...

I--

FOOTFALLS OF IRON ON GLASS...

My candles, I forgot to set them up when I got back.
Where did I leave those things again...?

So says the researcher

October 5th

AH...
I'M AWAKE... IT WAS ITCHY... A BUG CRAWLING DOWN MY SPINE...
SHE IS GONE...

?

YES.. SHE IS GONE...

I'M SO GROGGY... I HATE THESE... PILLARS OF WAX.. THEY VEX...

THE SOURCE OF MY ITCH...? NO... IT IS PAIN... AN ACHE...?

DAMN ALL OF THIS, DAMN YOU.

MY SLUMBER WAS DEEP... IT WAS COLD...

IT WAS FALLING AND FREEZING...

DID I WANT TO SLEEP?

UUURRGHH....

I HATE THIS...

So says the ghost