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!

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.