The 8th Entry

  For those who have difficulty reading cursive, I've provided a clear, printed version below.

Another day has passed. I can feel it in my bones that the Lake Monster is real, and every time I tell someone, they just chuckle and shake their heads, as if I’m spinning tales from the depths of madness. But I know the truth, oh yes, I do.

My grandfather’s conviction is clear—he knew the Lake Monster was real, even as others mocked him. It’s sad to think of him so alone in his belief, dismissed as mad. Whether it was truth or delusion, his certainty makes me wonder: what if he really saw something?