posted on Dec, 24 2012 @ 04:09 AM
I have lived all of my thirty-two years in Connecticut, having my curiosity into the paranormal sparked early in life. One day at the age of eight, I
went on a camping trip with my mother, my aunt and a friend. All was uneventful, for a peaceful time at the lake, mind you, until nightfall. That is
when we heard the chants - faint, but foreign in tongue; and menacing enough to cause us to pack up to leave. The access and exit to the campsite was
across bridge, which we had crossed and, peering over the side I could see large tree stumps ablaze. There were people gathered around the
conflagration, dressed in black robes, performing only what I could imagine to be a ceremony of some sort. The car stopped and my aunt froze. She had
nearly run over one of the participants who had crossed the road, perhaps to observe the lake, which was on the other side. He had the same quality of
terror that had stuck my aunt. She turned the car around and returned to our campsite. My mother, my friend, and I had returned to our tent,
eventually falling asleep all. My aunt returned to her car, locking herself within, clutched to a hatchet as she slept. The next morning, as we
crossed that bridge again to leave the campsite, I peered over to where the fire once raged, but all that remained was a smouldering pile of blackened
I have lived all of my thirty-two years in Connecticut, but I have to be honest, this is the first time I have taken notice of Newtown. I may have
glanced over it a few times on a map, but nothing significant has ever drawn my attention to it; and certainly not Satanism, but instead mass murder.
And as a resident of Connecticut, I take what happened there very personally. I want answers; not action; not superstition; but answers. And to get
answers takes hard work, determination, long hours, following leads, even if they lead to dead ends - especially if they lead to dead ends; because
unless you have exhausted every option, explored every direction, and verified every piece of evidence, whatever information you do accumulate can be
dismissed or discredited over the simplest of inaccuracies, especially being an independent investigation, and especially having to contend with
numerous threads on the same forum accusing the town of Satanism. I do not discredit the value of such threads, simply the potential of such inquiries
to harm or inspire further investigation.
And, correct me if I am wrong, but is not the sacrifice of children to the Ammonite god Molock, and not to Satan?