Journal Entry 48 - Maple Hill Caretaker Log - June 18th, 1886 [Continued]
They all were ravenously endeavoring to reach me—their arms wriggling through the broken panes. And where was I to flee? Praying, I ascended the narrow steps winding up to the choir loft. However, the wood of these steps was quite old and thin. My foot fell through one of them and I collapsed. By this time, I could hear the doors crash open and more windows break. An abundance of shuffling sounds filled the chapel and began ascending the steps. After pulling my leg out, I hurried to the top and slammed the narrow door—holding it shut. The knob rattled and the ghastly sighs continued. I swear I heard them sometimes utter the phrase “Please?” The mayhem did not end until the break of dawn.
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