Location: Penetanguishene, Ontario, Canada
The following report was sent into our website by Derick on January 30, 2014:
“A few months back, me and my dad were digging up a new foundation in the yard, while digging I noticed something in the ground. I went over to see and it was a cardboard box with the word “Murday” written on one of the top flaps. I didn’t tell my dad about it, instead I took the box and ran to my room. I sat down on my bed and opened the box, a huge chill ran own my spine as I did so, as if something was telling me that I did something wrong. When I looked inside there was just a lot of dirt inside, but then I noticed something sticking out I grabbed it and jumped out of my bed. What I grabbed was a dead bird. It’s head was missing and it’s wings were horribly mutilated.
I was getting really paranoid at this point and I felt like someone was in the room with me. I picked up the box and searched through some more, the feeling of some else’s presence getting stronger, as if it were coming closer to me. Searching through the box I found a note. It read, “My name is Murday, and I have buried this box and many other’s like it so my memory will live on inside them, if you are reading this please spread the memory of me, don’t let me fade away.”
When I finished reading this I could feel a cold grip on me, whoever this “Murday” was wanted me to spread his memory, and so here I am on this site telling you everything.
I feel that when I read the words Murday wrote, I needed to do something. I couldn’t just get rid of this box I found. I feel that Murday died without anyone knowing who he was or what happened to him. When I found his box I knew he was speaking to me, he wanted me to spread his memory, he was not about to die alone and unnoticed.”