Cycle of Three

This is so strange, the ending of these journals are so vague. They keep referencing some entity, the three-lobed burning eye, and cycle of three, what does it all mean? I must be close to something, the voices are growing louder, and they won’t let up. Uncle, What the hell is it?

In uncle Robert’s last entry he states, “I see it coming here hell-wind, titan blur, black wings, Yog-Sothoth save me, the three-lobed burning eye.”

This was followed by Stefan-Kingston’s final entry, which reads, “It is horrifying. I can barely write this. I don’t know if it is staring at me from below the surface of the water, or if it is reflected in the water from behind me. I dare not turn to see…the three lobed burning eye.”

This all hit home with my father’s last journal entry, which reads, “My daughter will not see it, I will see it soon enough, but I will burn the evil to the ground before my daughter sees the three lobed burning eye.” Yog-Sothoth or Azathoth, who are you and why is my uncle praying to you? This is insanity; no creature has three-lobed burning eyes.

Stop! Please stop, these voices, they grow louder, It’s coming, It’s coming over and over. I swear it’s almost like they are chanting. What, no way, can’t be. Guess what? My lights are flickering and yes, the odor is worse than ever. I don’t know who or what you are Yog-Sothoth, but please, help me! I can’t take it anymore. Stop! Help me, I won’t look, I won’t see it!

I have to find the stone and I have to destroy it! Sanctified land, holy ground, yes, that has to work against this pure evil. Help me please help me!

If I lose power, I am done

I am sorry that I have been a touch incoherent lately. It is obvious, that something is not right with me, and I am turning into my mother. I am petrified of the dark; I am petrified of the voices, the visions. From the journals, if this Haunter cannot exist in the light, then it would need darkness; I mean that’s why it’s called the Haunter of the Dark, right? Its strange, the more my fear of the dark grows, the more that my lights keep flickering around sunset. If I lose power, I am done.

I have to hurry with this post; I have to get the last bit of information down before I lose my power. I have discovered that on the night uncle Robert died, not only was there the odor, but there was also a strange power outage throughout town. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Yet, I can see now that this thing, this demon from the depths, one of the Great Old Ones needs the darkness to rise and spread his wrath upon the Earth.

Incredibly, it seems that all of my relatives have been summoned to their demise in the dark. Uncle Stefan-Kingston died the night before his body was found, my mother died at night, and even my father died at night. Am I set to die at night? Is the haunter coming for me? Please, no, I refuse to go out that way. I will survive and avenge my family’s deaths.

I am torn though on what to believe, this is so crazy. The further I dig into my father’s journal, the more I don’t understand. All I know is that he loved me. He loved me so much it killed him.

According to his journal, he experienced everything that I am now and started to search for the stone, but never found it. He chronicled hearing voices and waking up in strange places. Although he heard the stories, read the journals, and knew what was coming; he pushed on. That is why he sent his pregnant wife out of town and continued with his plan to burn down the church before reuniting with his family later.

Unfortunately, he never made it, as his car was found on the side of the road. The look of complete terror rested on his face and yes, his car was saturated with a foul stench. There it goes again, the lights… Dammit, where is my flashlight? Maybe I should go buy a lantern, maybe that would be easier to find.

Dante’s Journal… Coincidence?

The odor has defeated me; it is too powerful to stand. It is the stench of something that does not belong in this world. When the odor is near, the Haunter of the Dark is not far behind… Journal of Dante Blake

This is almost exactly how I feel, although I am still unsure whom or what this Haunter is. I must be going crazy. The voices, this odor, they have to be in my head, they have to be. Incredibly, I am pretty sure that this strange smell is the same one I encountered just before I found my mother’s body. Personally, I thought it was just how dead bodies smelled, but now I think it was something more insidious, something evil.

At least I didn’t summon anything when I recited that passage from the journal. Hey, wait, why do my lights keep flickering, I paid the bill last week? Figures, where is my flashlight?

This Smell, It's, It's Overwhelming

God, make that smell go away. What is it, oh, death, it has to be death. I know that uncle Robert chronicled encounters with some type of putrid, rot infested stench. Of course, he didn’t go into great detail on the scent and where it came from. Could this be it? Could this be that scent? Incredibly, uncle Robert was not the only one to mention this otherworldly aroma; both Stefan and Dante referenced some type of odor in their journals as well.

One of the interesting particulars that I discovered were the eyewitness reports of Stefan, days before his death and they all point to the fact that he was never seen without his handkerchief. I wonder, was this because of the odor? Was he being tortured by this invisible decay, and the remnants of the maggot riddled bile that has saturated the air? One could only imagine, I can. This smell is overwhelming, in many ways, worse than the voices.

Uncle, mother, father, what can I do to make this nightmare go away? I am tired of wearing this damn mask. How can I survive? There is a passage in Uncle Robert’s journal, I don’t understand it, it appears to be in Latin, or some other language, but it does sit near the section that mentions the rancid redolence. Maybe I should read it aloud, that’s what they always do in movies, isn’t it?

Vocate ad Vetus Ones

ut resurgat

Da nobis absolutio

nos tibi cthulhu

What’s that sound, wind? Where did that come from? Please, no, stop, no…

Starry Wisdom, Cults, Sacrifice

Uncle, I know someone is following me; I know it. So many strange things have been happening lately, I have no idea where to begin. It started when I started to dig into the Church of Starry Wisdom and their fanatic followers, the Cult of Starry Wisdom. I know, I know, funny name: the Cult of Starry Wisdom. You know, One Direction has nothing on them (who knew, a 1920s boy band). According to the journal, they were responsible for housing the object you spoke of in your journals, uncle; they would call forth some type of ancient deity in search of his wisdom.

It is strange, but in Stefan’s journal, he alluded to this cult being responsible for the deaths of 46 young people (probably more). How is that possible, there is no record of the deaths in any newspaper or local archive? Uncle, are you sure? He went on to accuse them of using these children as sacrifices to their deity. Ironically, Stefan had suspicions that they were the ones who helped him preserve the church, but he was so infatuated with the preservation of this landmark, he just didn’t care. Maybe they were the ones who started him on his quest to search the waterways. Hmmm, what were you looking for Stefan, what was so damn important that you too fell victim to this curse?

Even my father mentioned this strange group, but his claims were even more outrageous. Kidnapped? Really dad, how could they have kidnapped a young police officer without setting off some type of alarm? Seriously, this was too insane to believe. Of course, he went onto discuss being trapped in some church, surrounded by some type of mysterious chanting. Personally, I love chanting; Gregorian's cover of Sounds of Silence is amazing!

No wait, where was I? Oh yes, he only escaped by using his badge to cut his ropes once the cult threw him into the bay. Once he freed himself, he tripped over some type of metallic box, holding some type of strange stone. Of course, he failed to find it when he searched for it. The stone had vanished. Where did it go? Maybe, just maybe it was swept away by the currents. Maps, I need to find some maps of the waterways; it definitely has to be there somewhere.

Deities, a Church, and the Curse

Uncle Robert, what is this Church of Starry Wisdom you write about in your journal? I have searched the Internet, and can’t find anything on it. There were some legends written in an old book of folklore that talked about a decrepit abandoned church that made the townspeople cringe. Is this the church? Is this what you stumbled upon? From the book, it was an old gothic style church that overtook the night sky like an apparition from beyond.

I don’t know, maybe this was it; maybe this was the church that drove you insane. According to the journal, my uncle could not purge the church from his mind; he had to go in. Not long after that, he was found dead in his apartment. The only thing of any importance that was left behind was his journal.

Uncle Robert isn’t the only one in the family to mention a church. In his journal, Stefan-Kingston Blake also speaks of his journey into a church. Much like Robert, Stefan had an eye for history. According to his words, the town wanted to demolish this church, but he saw that as a tragedy and fought to declare it a historical landmark. Incredibly, the local historical society agreed, and declared this church as a place of historical significance as it was used as a place of worship to a non-Christian deity. Non-Christian deity, could this be Azathoth? Or one of the Great Old Ones mentioned by Uncle Robert? Could this be the same church? 

Stefan continued that soon after this decision, he became a pariah in the town. He wrote of going to sleep in his bed and strangely waking up inside the church; feeling motivated to restore it. Of course, no one in town would help, and absolutely no one would offer the funds to do so. Crazy, it sounds as if he is living here today, as those same sentiments permeate through society. No one cares about anything anymore, and with this economy, yeah right!

From that point on, Stefan talks about his quest to search nearby waterways for some type of artifact. For over three years, he became obsessed with this search; and ironically, was found dead on the banks of the river. The crazed look emblazed upon his face and his journal by his side. Crazy, fear of the dark, a stone, or some artifact; do you see the similarities yet? I do.

From that journal, I discovered an interesting newspaper article that mentioned my father. Dad, what happened, why couldn’t I have known you? Why weren’t you there for mom? Sorry, but according to this article, my father was arrested for arson after he burnt a church to the ground. Was this the same church? Was this sanctuary the same Church of Starry Wisdom that my uncles talked about in their journals? In this article, the townspeople watched as he rammed his car through the gate at the entrance to the church. They saw him run up the hill to the church carrying a large can of gasoline. From the map, he was successful, there is a local restaurant sitting in that location today.

Other than that article, there is no real mention of the church in dad’s journal, although there are some strange references to religion and some type of demonic force based here on Earth. In fact, his last journal entry reads, “My daughter will not see it, I will see to that soon enough. I will burn the evil to the ground before my daughter sees the three lobed burning eye if it is the last thing I do.”

What was truly strange about these journals and the similar entries is the way they intersect. Honestly, there is something strange with them, stranger than I could have ever imagined when I started to dive into them. I fear; I have opened a door that I cannot close. Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched? I feel that way right now. Something is not right.

It is crazy, but I have felt this way since I began my research into the family curse. At first, I thought it was nothing. That was until I noticed a car following me.  Was it just some jerk checking me out? Possibly, but, if that’s the case, why is he still around? Is he still around? I thought, I saw him again the next day and the day after that, but poof, he was gone. Coincidence, possibly, maybe I am just going insane like my ancestors before me. Stay tuned for more!