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Something weird is happening in the woods outside my house and I don't know what to do.
I guess I should start at the beginning. This isn't really my house, it was my grandpa's, but I guess it's mine now. He died a couple months ago and because of some tricky paperwork I'm apparently responsible for it now.
He lived pretty far away, up in the mountains by the lake. There are a couple other houses down the road but they seem like they're empty for the season. I assume they're summer houses. I've been here for a few days and it's really pretty, but it's super quiet and chilly.
My mom never talked about my grandpa and I only met him once, when I was really young. I think they had a bad relationship but the few times I asked about it she got annoyed and changed the subject.
So basically I don't really know what I'm doing here. This guy from my grandpa's estate basically told me the house is mine now, so I came up here to sell it as fast as I can and go home. I guess it's not that easy to just sell a house, especially one in the middle of nowhere.
At any rate, I think I'm alone up here. Or at least I was. I figured I'd be up here for a couple weeks to get this all handled and then I'd go home and be done with it. I'm on a break from grad school so I don't have any other responsibilities at the moment.
But now weird things are starting to happen. It started on my third day here. There's a little town about 25 minutes away and I'd gone to get some food and supplies since I don't know how long I'm staying. When I got back that evening there was something strange on my door.
It was this....artifact? I don't know what to call it. It was obviously handmade. It was made of sticks and twine and had some small bones tied into the middle of it.
I didn't think too much of it at the time. I figured it was probably a kid from one of the other houses trying to mess with me, so I took it off the door and tossed it in the fireplace.
By the next morning I'd pretty much forgotten about it. And honestly I had too much on my plate at the moment to worry about some kid's prank. So I got up that morning, made some breakfast, and went out on the deck with some coffee.
I was sitting there drinking my coffee when I noticed something hanging in a tree just over the railing. It was another one of those artifacts.
It was just like the last one, but it had a rock tied to it instead of a bone.
And then almost immediately I saw ANOTHER one, in a tree farther down by the ground. I went down the deck steps to retrieve it, and then I started seeing even more of them. I found about 8 in total, hanging in trees all around the house.
They all had different objects tied to them. Bones, feathers, that sort of thing. It was definitely weird but I was more annoyed than anything, thinking that someone was in my yard decorating the trees with these ugly goth Christmas ornaments.
Also, if someone was trying to scare me, it was gonna take more than some bullshit arts and crafts project to do the trick. I gathered all the artifacts together and burned them like the first one.
After I disposed of all the stick things, I took a shower, got dressed, and went back outside to do some basic tidying and whatnot. The deck and the yard are sort of overgrown and leaves are starting to fall and cover everything. Being a new homeowner is a lot of work, turns out.
That was when I found something that actually DID make me nervous. I was raking a corner of the yard when I saw something dark on the ground, off in the trees. I couldn't tell what it was from afar so I went to investigate.
At first I thought it was a blanket but when I got closer it looked like a big sweatshirt or a hoodie or something. I didn't want to touch it but it was obviously clothing of some kind.
I looked around and realized it was a whole encampment. There were a couple old socks, a pair of what I think was underwear (gross), a few old napkins scattered around, a plastic spoon, and creepiest of all, a beat up notebook.
I flipped open the notebook, but nothing was written inside. A whole bunch of pages had been ripped out of it, so I know someone had been using it. Plus you could sort of see the shadow of pen marks on the most recent page. I couldn't make out what had been written though.
Anyway, that definitely freaked me out. It was clear someone was camping out on my property and possibly trying to scare me out of the house. I wasn't really sure what to do about it though. What could I do? I definitely didn't sleep well that night.
That was the day before yesterday. The next morning I sort of expected more weird artifacts to be outside, but I didn't see anything. And the encampment was gone, so I figured it was probably a homeless person passing through or something.
The driveway ends a ways up from the house, and then you have to trek down a path which bends around around the side of the house to get in. I was walking around the house when I saw some movement across the yard, near a tree. I froze dead in my tracks.
I thought that was the end if it and turned my attention back to the house. I realized the house had almost no cleaning products and I needed to pick up supplies again. I drove into town and picked up some Windex, some spare light bulbs, and some other stuff, then came home.
The driveway ends a ways up from the house, and then you have to trek down a path which bends around the side of the house to get in. I was walking around the house when I saw some movement across the yard, near a tree. I froze dead in my tracks.
