Franklin Scott Journal Entries October 1928

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October 15, 1928

During my visit to Gravemaster's house in Kentucky a few months ago, I was given a vision of the past by Mr. Gravemaster which disclosed the appearance of my parents' cottage. Leaving Kentucky, I went to several libraries to try to find pictures or information on cottages that looked like the one I saw in my vision. I was able to find in New York a book of sketches published in 1803 by a Father Taylor Falwell. In it was a hand drawn picture of a cottage very much like the one I saw, with the title "Picturesque Cottage Near Conouf, Ireland."

I arrived in Dublin, Ireland today, where I immediately began searching for the location of the village of Conouf. After a day of library research, I learned that the Conouf Hills reside in an isolated region of Northern Ireland. I booked passage on the next bus that went to that area.

October 18, 1928

I arrived at Mellenten's Pub, an establishment in a village near Dublin, two days bus ride from Dublin. I proceeded inside the building where the atmosphere held an air of suspicion. When I inquired about the hills, it became apparent that the locals seemed to have developed a superstitious belief towards the Conouf Hills. Luckily the owner of the pub, a friendly lady named Colline Ferigson, didn't have such strong fears. She informed me that a hermit lady, who lived in the hills, by the name of Meg, might be able to answer my questions. She gave me some supplies and directions to the area where Meg is sometimes found.

October 20, 1928

I spent two days climbing and camping in the rough, wild area of the hills before I found Meg. She was an old, birdlike lady, about seventy years, with white unkempt hair and rags as clothing. It was late at night when I finally found her campsite where I found her cooking a rabbit over an open fire. After gaining her trust, I proceeded with my questions about Conouf. Just when I thought I was getting nowhere, I unpacked the copy of the sketch of the cottage I made from Father Falwell's book and presented it to you. Acting like a crazed individual, she tore at the page and threw it in the camp fire before I could make a move. When I questioned her motive for such a performance, she merely said that it was "evil". The most I could get out of her was that I would learn who my parents were and what happened to them soon enough. Without another word she gathered up some leaves around her, falling asleep shortly after that. With the assumption that she meant that I would uncover the mystery for myself if I remained long enough, I prepared for another cold night's sleep.

October 21, 1928

I awoke only a few minutes before Meg, stiff as usual from sleeping in a cramped position on hard rock. Before I could barely finish stretching, Meg said that she had no right to keep me from my past and she would take me to Conouf Village. I hurriedly packed and followed her further up along a river where we came to a ruined village on the top of a hill. After a nudge from Meg, I took the lead only to find that it ------"

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