I'm an IT guy and some weird stuff has been happening PART 5

[Original Post] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/4y41xh/im_an_it_guy_and_i_started_seeing_some_weird_stuff/)

If you missed the second update [Update 2] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/4yandq/im_an_it_guy_and_some_weird_stuff_has_been/)

The third update [Update 3] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/4yh5it/im_an_it_guy_and_some_weird_stuff_has_been/)

4th update [Update 4] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/4ysh97/im_an_it_guy_and_some_weirds_things_have_been/)

I know I have been absent, but I’m afraid I have some grave news. Sharon was found dead yesterday morning. Reports ruled that cause was natural death, heart attack in her sleep. I was wiser though.

I wanted to update as soon as I could, but unfortunately I couldn’t even dare look into a computer screen. The savior I needed was now dead, and I was alone again. I was beyond alone, because at least before I had comfort knowing she might have been able to help. Now it is me. I am the only one capable of dealing with this issue. Before I delve into my recent findings (they are good, I assure you) I wanted to address some concerns brought up by my constant readers. Many have suggested letting the iPad drain its battery, disconnect wi-fi, and place it in airplane mode. I’m sorry I never addressed this before, but the iPad itself does not give me options for any of these. ‘Settings’ is not available, therefore I cannot erase all content, I cannot disconnect Wi-Fi or enter airplane mode. Whatever this…thing…is has allowed itself to become its own entity. The battery doesn’t drain. The iPad seems to be nothing but a vessel for this spirit. And it is with this knowledge that I know that blessing this iPad or myself or anything will not suffice, as the demon seems to just grow a stronger reach each passing moment.

I cannot remember if I stated this in my last entry, but Sharon gave me a phone number scribbled on a piece of paper right after our last meeting. The picture upload scared me so bad that I forgot to call it until late last night. Sharon was already gone, but I figured the number was worth dialing, even for comfort reasons. I’m extremely happy I did call that number.

Sharon must have set up a burner phone somehow before she died. The number was not connected to her in anyway, but the phone went right to a voicemail. The voicemail message said this, “If you’re calling this you are probably too late. She has been getting closer and closer to me each day for the last few weeks. I imagine she is getting close to you. There is a letter scheduled to be delivered to your house soon. Read it and go from there.”

So I wasn’t alone. I received that letter this morning. The letter itself was long, and instead of typing word for word, I will summarize it for all of you. Maybe you can make sense of some of it.

Sharon told me that she has dealt with this thing before. She in fact dealt with it in 1955.

This couldn’t be, I thought. Sharon is saying she dealt with it before? Enclosed with the letters were the newspaper articles about the accident and what truly happened.

On June 22, 1955, a classroom of children went on a field trip. Apparently at the time, our town had a lot more forest around it, and the field trip was just an end of the year picnic. The classroom of kids and teacher departed into the woods and never returned. Police found the bodies of 28 children arranged in circles of 7 all holding hands. In the very middle was the teacher. Police determined that the bodies had been arranged after they had died. The police assumed that the teacher murdered the children and arranged them before committing suicide. The cause of death for all victims was severe electrocution, which puzzled police because there were no electric towers or devices anywhere near the scene of the crime. The case was closed, ruling it out as a murder suicide and no more was looked into. Carolyn Rakowik was the teacher who was tagged with the murder suicide.

The article had a picture of the bodies. A fucking picture. I will never wish the site of 28 dead children on my worst enemies. The worst part of the whole scene was that it looked like the teacher had a smug look on her face. It made me sick. Like she was proud of what she had done.

Something seemed off though, so I kept looking into Sharon’s letters. I found one where she was explaining what had happened. Sharon had noted that she kept seeing ‘someone’ outside her house at night. Someone that tapped on the window. She then said that she knew who it was when she got a close enough look. Carolyn Rakowik. She said that she kept seeing Carolyn Rakowik outside of her house multiple nights in a row, almost as if she was following her. But her face was severely deformed. Her eyes and mouth did not seem normal, and her movements were awkward, as if someone was controlling her like a puppet.

The words on Sharon’s letters made me cringe. She had seen the same person outside her windows as I had, just in a different form. The fact that the letters were dated before we had even spoken made me eerie too, because there was more than a coincidence between her experiences and mine. There is no doubt Sharon had seen what I was going through.

One thing wasn’t sitting right…where had I seen the name Rakowik before? I searched teacher site pages, past yearbooks, directories. No Rakowik. Then it hit me like a brick in the stomach. CRakowik. That was the file name of that third selfie. Chills went down my back. The spirit or demon or whatever it was had been there in 1955 and I don’t need a degree to tell me that this benevolent spirit probably caused Rakowik to do it. I knew I was dealing with the murderer from all that time ago. What scared me more is that the intended victims seemed to be a lot larger than 28 kids. I was clearly against the clock too.

I went to set the letters down when one final piece of paper fell to the floor.

The letter was dated the night of when we met and talked at the library. She must have written right before Julie got to her. The letter read as follows:

For 61 years, I’ve heard the noises. The taps, the creaks, the cracks, and of course the whispers. The only reason I stayed at the school district as long as I did was because of two reasons. 1. I felt as if I owed it to the kids and teachers to protect them if she ever came back. 2. If I retired ten years ago, I would’ve been dead in three days due to insanity. She is at my window almost every night. She watches me sleep. She leaves notes around my house. It has been the same game for so many years. I would hear her whispering through my radio set. I would hear knocking coming from inside my fridge late at night. Not knocking as if it were small creaks from an old fridge. I’m talking knocking that is so loud it sounds like a thousand souls are trying to break down the fridge door. I would hear screaming outside my house some nights. The most frequent was the tapping on the window though. It’s how it started, and it’s how it will end tonight. She left a message for me 2 days ago saying my end is near. I’ve accepted my death. I couldn’t figure out how to beat her. So I’m entrusting you. You must promise me you’ll do what you can to stop her. You can’t let it happen again. I’ve learned that she can only get to information that is broadcast electronically. That is why these letters were written, she will not know what I’ve told you. I wish I knew how to stop it, but that’s why I’m no longer here. I believe in you because I saw the fear in your eyes. Stay strong and do not give up.

And just like that, I was alone again. I took what she gave me and put it into a folder and under my desk. Not sure why I think it is safe there, but I like to think it is.

I’m lost, I’m not sure what to do. Clearly this thing has some sort of power that can kill me. But it also has the power to possess people, at least that is what I got from the letters. Maybe I missed something, hopefully you readers might catch something I didn’t. But the facts that I gathered these last couple days are pretty hard-hitting. Sharon is dead, most likely killed by that demon. The teacher that killed all those kids was seen by Sharon multiple nights before the killing, just like I’ve seen Julie recently. And for whatever reason, that teacher’s name was still in this iPad. I’d also like to remind everyone that I was being watched while I was sleeping from my room. I don’t feel safe. In fact, I feel sick. I feel like something is inside me. And I’m not saying that to get some sympathy. Tonight, while I was brushing my teeth, instead of spitting out tooth paste and saliva, I spit out about 15 crickets. Big, black, living crickets. I’m not sure if that is one of her tricks, or my imagination from how sleep deprived I am. I’m in my room again, not sure why I’m here. Maybe I, like Sharon, am just waiting for her to take me so I no longer have this riddle to deal with. Maybe this Julie has some ulterior motive. I almost want to ask her. She is tapping on my window right now after all. I can see her. In fact, I was staring directly into where those eyes were supposed to be. And all she did was just smile back and wave.

Tomorrow I think I have to find the real Julie Wingdom. If Sharon’s stories are true, which I believe they are, then she may be in trouble as well. Maybe a priest would not be such a bad idea. Either way, I have to make more forward progress tomorrow. I am running short on time, and I feel like something terrible may happen if I am not quick. I have to try, for Sharon. Your suggestions are not only welcome, but I think I need them. This is no longer about my safety, but that of the kids and teacher as well.

I will update as soon as I can. Thank you r/nosleep for listening. I hope to update soon.

Live Long and Prosper --OP

[NEW UPDATE] (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/503e92/im_an_it_guy_and_some_weird_stuff_has_been/)