I found something pretty interesting at the cemetery the other night. When I first arrived, it seemed like a waste of time. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary there. Imagine an open grassy field with headstones protruding in lines. That's really all it was. There was no fence around the property, just an open field. Though, there was a arched sign over the entrance held up by two stone pillars.
I walked around and looked at several of the headstones. Many of them were old historic markers. Of course, there were new ones as well. Nothing stood out as odd. But, believing something had to be there, I continued my search.
Four hours, I walked around that cemetery. I must have shined a light on nearly every single headstone. I expected to find one labeled Sarah Waiter. Finally, my break came when I stumbled upon a headstone near the back of the cemetery. It sat under a large tree that swayed in the night sky. I would have walked by had I not noticed the small carving on the bark.
There, against the rough bark, partially illuminated by the moonlight, sat a small carved arrow. It pointed down at the ground and subsequently the headstone beneath it. I wondered who carved the arrow into the tree and thought it had to be Sarah. But now the question was why?
Shrugging my shoulders, I got down on my hands and knees to inspect the headstone. It seemed relatively normal. An average name carved into the stone, which I can't remember now. Running my fingers over the smooth surface, I began to give up hope.
My fingers touched a small notch in the stone on an otherwise smooth surface. I pushed at it with my forefinger and realized it was loose. Like a rotten tooth, I pulled it free of the base. A chunk about the size of my fist came free, leaving behind an open cavity.
You can imagine my shock when I reached my hand in and pulled out a small, brown notebook. It was only about the size of my palm but I knew it had to be important. Pictured below is the notebook I found.
I tried to read some of it while I was there but a police cruise parked outside the cemetery and switched on its searchlight. Thankfully, I was far enough back that he wouldn't be able to see me from the road but I decided not to take any chances.
Sprinting as fast as I could, I headed out of the cemetery and hid a few yards away. I watched as the officer slowly scanned the field before driving away cautiously. I wasn't sure if it was a routine check or if they were looking for me. Either way, I wasn't taking any more chances. So, I headed off down the road and back towards the motel. Of course, this took several hours so when I got back, I tossed the notebook on the desk and flopped down on the bed and fell asleep.
I didn't wake up until around noon yesterday and forgot about the notebook for about twenty minutes. As soon as I remembered, I snatched it up and went through it. Nearly every page was full of writing and some didn't seem to make a whole lot of sense. I really want to go through it with a fine tooth comb. I'm going to read through it carefully and post anything that might be important. With any luck, this notebook belongs to Sarah Waiter but I haven't seen anything pointing to that just yet. I will keep you posted, as always. Thanks for seeking The Truth with me!