Insanity Grows

Milton Johnson, maybe he was the first, maybe I need to somehow shift the curse back to his family... And the note in his final drawings, almost match the words of my mother.

(This artwork depicts the vicious Cycle of Three. I don’t have much time left, for I fear it or they are near. I dare not draw the Haunter, because I cannot imagine the horror. To my loving wife and daughter I leave this gift. I have burned the portion that featured the last in the cycle. I did this to spare you the terror of the three lobed burning eye, Goodbye.)

Could it be? Could this be the break I have been searching for?  Wait!No! Agh! Agh!

It’s coming! It’s coming!

They won’t stop! They’ve been at it for so long that I’m not even sure they know how to stop. What?! What?! What is coming?! Yog-Sothoth, where are you? Forget “Who are you?” and “What are you?” Now I need “Where are you?” I need you. I need you here. I need your help.

Agh! Agh! 

My head is going to explode.

It’s coming! It’s coming!

What’s coming?!

I can feel my body losing itself. My hands are shaking, my knees are wobbling, and I can hardly speak except to scream occasionally. I can’t walk straight. I stumble and trip with every step. The best option for me right now is to crawl.

It’s coming! It’s coming!

Yog-Sothoth, help me! Please!

It’s coming! It’s coming!

That’s it! That’s really, really it! I’m done! I’m out!

Where should I go... Maybe Narragansett Bay? 

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!

1935

Cycle of three… Insanity. From the look of it, everything started around 1935; at least that is what I have found in the first journal. Was he losing his mind? Is our family just that crazy? Am I next? Sure, it looks that way, carrying this flashlight all the time. Yep, I am carrying on the tradition as one of those crazy paranoid neighbors who never turned off the lights (if you see what I see, you wouldn’t either).

Uncle, what is happening, what are these whispers? Why am I hearing voices? Is there more? Will there be demons, and odors, or some type of creature from the depths? I can’t take it much longer, and to think, I just started researching your journal. I don’t know, I’m just scared for my life. 

I swear though, that if I can find a way to stop this nightmare, I will. The clues are here, in these journals. The question is, can I put them together? I believe I can, no, I know I can. Uncle, please, give me the strength to find the secrets, to succeed where our family has failed so many times before. I have to go for now, these whispers are growing louder and I can’t take it.

And So It Begins...

I am not sure where I should begin, so, I decided to start this blog to keep track of my discoveries as I go through these journals and dissect what has happened to my family. Honestly, I am overwhelmed at this point; everything is so confusing. Looking back now, many things are starting to become clear, and those are driving me to go deeper.

I often remember my childhood (as hectic as it was), when my mother told me that her fear of the dark stemmed from a story about a family curse she heard when she was my age. I never put much thought into that until now as I wade through these journals; at least the parts that I can decipher on my own. From what I can tell, my ancestor Robert Blake’s journal seems to chronicle the beginning of the Blake family curse and the toll it took on our family.

His journal is full of the odd and strange, and details his obsession with a secret hidden inside an old church in Providence. From some of the incoherent ramblings, great uncle Robert entered the sanctuary and discovered some type of relic that started him on the path to his demise. In fact, that church and that object have connected all three journals, and the mysterious consequence that has led to the authors’ death.

Unfortunately, I have not found anything concrete in my readings and many mysteries remain, especially about the strange cycle my mother warned me about. Cycle of three, mom, what were you talking about? What is this? Am I destined to be cursed as well? Who knows?

One strange fact that did catch my attention was the authors’ deaths and the way they all suffered from the same type of affliction that overtook my mother. Incredibly, my father and ancestors all had the same exact expression on their faces as my mother did when they died.  How can that be? How is it possible, the events occurred generations apart? I don’t know… All I do know is there is something strange happening to my family, and if I don’t figure it out, it may happen to me as well. I guess that means I have some more digging to do. 

Make sure you continue to follow my blog, as it keeps you abreast of what I have found. Who knows, maybe you will save my life at some point.