A Discovery in the Attic

       A long time ago, I discovered my grandfather's journals while rummaging through some old boxes. At the time, I didn’t think much of them; they seemed like the ramblings of a madman. But yesterday, after discovering people posting about strange sightings in Lake Winona and claiming to see some kind of creature, I began to wonder if maybe my grandfather wasn’t all that crazy after all. So, I went back to my dad's house to look for his journals. I stumbled upon them again, buried under piles of old newspapers and dusty boxes. I sat down on the floor, flipping through the pages, and let me tell you—it’s bizarre. I haven’t gone through everything yet, but some of his entries… they make me question how deep his paranoia really ran. I’ll be sharing bits of his journal here as I go through it. Maybe we can piece together the truth.