Welcome to the Gloomy Hollows of Spookinite Valley Est. Sept. 2012 Journal Entry 6 - October 23rd, 1885 Since inheriting my father’s old farmstead, my spirit has felt rather unsettled. Sometimes at night, I hear the old windmill screak as it turns in the wind. Its silhouette within the moon bestows upon me wretched premonitions. I know that this land is within less than a mile of the dreaded Spookinite Valley. Perhaps that is why George howls into the darkness during the night. Something is wrong. Return to Journal Entries Next Journal Entry Previous Journal Entry Click below to play ambient sounds.

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