Narragansett Bay

I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t. The voices, the creeping stench, the nightmares, the darkness; everything is taking a huge toll on my sanity and me. That’s all right; I think I have figured it out. In an obscure, almost cryptic sentence in my father’s journal, he talks about the Forgotten Lighthouse Keeper. From further research, that was an old story from Narragansett Bay. My hunch from earlier was right. Narragansett Bay, that has to be where the stone lies.

So, it looks like I am heading for New England. Maybe I should leave a message. No wait, no time for that. I’ll send a video when I am On My Way. Yes, that is what I have to do; I know that my evil little stone is in the Narragansett Bay just a stone’s throw from Providence.

This makes total sense to me now, it is all so clear, the Church of Starry Wisdom, the Shining Trapezohedron, the murders are all coming together. Yes, I know what you all are thinking: I should not go alone, but I have to. Only I can end this nightmare once and for all. I have to stop this, break this curse, the power of this stone and the effect it has on everything I touch.

I have to go, I have to finish what my uncle started, I just hope it's not too late, I can only hope that the haunter is not already there, waiting for his cult to sacrifice me to the Great Old Ones.

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.

The Stones Dark Past

Uncle, what did you do? Did you accidently summon Nyarlathotep, the faithful servant of Azathoth, who rose to power during the reign of the evil pharaoh Nephren-Ka? In my research into this mysterious stone, that is the only thing that would make sense when comparing the information to your somewhat incoherent ramblings in your journals. Yes, you had to have awakened the Crawling Chaos, but how?

According to the Daemonum Codex Illustrationis, The Great Old Ones brought forth the Shining Trapezohedron from the darkness of Yuggoth, where to summon the Dark God from the depths of the talisman in the hour of their great need. Did you stumble upon the Daemonum Codex Illustrationis, the stone? Was that what was in the steeple in the church? Did that cause the vile stench to overtake your reality?

From my research, that is the only thing that would make sense to me. Yet, I know, it can’t be real. No scientist has even answered my call for help. I mean, where is Yuggoth? Who is Nyarlathotep? Why is it so hard to find any information on these subjects? It is like talking about Nibiru, and the Sumerian texts that clearly point to the existence of another planetary system within our solar system.

Of course, there was that strangely cloaked figure down the street that was clearly interested in the subject when we struck up a conversation at the coffee shop. Sure, he was babbling something about the Nephilim at first, but as soon as I mentioned the Trapezohedron, he shut up. He seemed fascinated by the story, especially when I explained my relationship to you. It almost seemed as if he knew you, or at least, had heard of you. He said he was from some Brotherhood of Wisdom. Have you heard of them?

What is this Shining Trapezohedron? From what I have found, it is a crystal tool used by ancient civilizations to open the Gates of Hell, is that what you did? Did you set forth the ancient’s wrath upon the Earth? Honestly, that is the only thing that could explain the strange occurrences that are plaguing society today. What did you do, uncle, and how can I fix it? Where can I find this relic, this stone? If it has such power, it must be destroyed, it already cost our family enough. I must find it and destroy it! I must free society from the wrath that you brought forth.

Uncle Please Help!

“Azathoth have mercy!—the lightning no longer flashes—horrible—I can see everything with a monstrous sense that is not sight—light is dark and dark is light . . . those people on the hill . . . guard . . . candles and charms . . . their priests. . . .” Diary of Robert Blake (H.P. Lovecraft).

Oh Uncle Robert, what were you talking about? What is this stone, the Shining Trapezohedron, what does this all mean? I wish mother had told me who you were. I know deep inside that there is more to this story than any of us know. From my little bit of research, I believe you were murdered because of something you discovered. But, what was it?

Of course, if you could hear me talking right now, you are probably asking me why I am so concerned about you, and your death. After all, you did die (were murdered) decades ago. You see uncle; something strange has started to happen lately after I began to dive into your journals. This may sound crazy, but something is here. Something or someone has entered my life and is haunting my every move. No, I have not seen them, but I can feel them. They are here.

Who, what is it? The further I read on; you too had strange encounters before tragedy descended upon you. The darkness in the light, I see it too. According to the ancient texts I have found online, The Great Old Ones, our ancestors, they were revered for generations before those unwilling to embrace their true history shunned them. Is that true? Did you find a connection to Yuggoth, if so, where can I find it? Oh uncle, please, give me a sign. What is this stone I see? Why is it consuming me? Is it this Trapezohedron? I am so confused! If you can hear me, please help me.