My God, Their Faces!

Damn lights, they continue to flicker. I hate it! I hate this house, I hate these journals, hate this curse. What am I going to do? These visions, these smells, these nightmares that plague me; what are these wicked creatures? Where did they come from? Their skin, their faces, their burning eyes… My god, their faces! Give me strength lord to escape. 

Uncle, what have you brought down upon our family? Why did you free this curse? I can’t take it anymore; some type of demonic hoard is overtaking my life. I must escape this nightmare, but how? I know, I have to find the stone, where is that damn stone?

The city, it has to be in Providence, trapped by the rotting stench of decay. Hmmm, I don’t know, where in Providence? The water, yes the water, Narragansett Bay? That does sit by the city, but I just don’t know. Father, uncle, mother…give me a sign!

I’m Sorry, But These Voices…

Sorry I left so abruptly earlier, but these voices, they are driving me insane. Uncle, who, what, should I call? Azathoth, Yog-Sothoth, father, someone please help me; make these voices shut up. While I can’t understand everything they say between the screams and whispers, I can feel them pushing me to find something; destroy something. What should I do? Why is this stone so important?

Who will believe me? The cops? Yeah, that’s a funny one. Hello officer, some unseen cult is stalking me and they want to sacrifice me to their centuries old light fearing demon…I can see it now, a trip to the nut house for me.

It’s funny, uncle Robert, and the others, they all spoke of hearing voices in their journals, maybe I should embrace them instead of making them go away. They all tried to block them out and get rid of them, but maybe I should listen. I could be looking at this all wrong, maybe there is a message masked inside, could they be trying to help me?

Mom, is that you? I swear that is my mother’s voice. Focus, focus, yes, mother it is you! What, destroy what? The stone… What stone? Please help me, stop, it can’t be, mother died, she can’t be talking to me. Shut up! Let me think!

What, wait, don’t go… Where did that come from? What is that hideous smell?

Nyarlathotep, Haunter, No Way…

Nyarlathotep, so the deity worshipped by the Cult of Starry Wisdom is Nyarlathotep. Of course, some of you may also know this vile demon as the Haunter of the Dark, made famous by occult historian H.P. Lovecraft in his classic tale. I know, I know, Lovecraft was a genius fiction writer. Yes, you could say that, but he was also a dedicated researcher of Sumerian lore, and much of his Cthulhu mythos has proven true. Incredible, I know, but absolutely true.

Father, I have to ask, if you knew about this powerful entity, why did you bring this upon mother? Why did you forsake her sanity? Oh well, I guess I will never know the answer to that one. All I do know is that this creature is what drove mother to her grave. According to all three journals, this entity can’t survive in the light, with even the smallest hint of light driving it back into the depths. This had to be the reason mother carried her flashlight and slept during the day. I know it sounds crazy, but it has to be true. At least, I hope that’s not the reason. No, it can’t be. Really, there is no way my mother was trying to protect me from some smart-ass otherworldly being who can’t take the slightest bit of light.

Maybe I am the one going insane. These journals must be works of fiction. Yes, that’s where mom got her money, she was an author, and this is part of an unfinished masterpiece. Has to be, I mean, how could it possibly have all knowledge, and if it did you think it would be able to figure out a way to survive in light. Plus, having all the knowledge in the universe would mean it knows the answer to the oldest question in the universe, the question that must never be answered, the question hidden in plain sight, Doctor Who?

Why am I even humoring this, there is no way something like this could exist? Could it? I am so confused right now and these journals are making me crazy. I swear, there is some type of shadow stalking me, and I can’t sleep. All I want to do is read, and find out more. Plus, that stone, why do I keep seeing that damn stone. I swear to you, if I start hearing voices, I am done. Outta here in a flash… Goodnight!

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.