I got a package in the mail today from William – the book he’s been talking about. Well – in this case, ‘book’ might be too strong a word. It has covers and pages, and there are things written on the pages, so strictly speaking it is technically a book, yes, but it is old and really brittle I ‘m afraid to open it, never mind read it. It looks like someone tried to burn it, too, which is always a comfort. William said this was the book that Grandpa Joe used to break the link to Yog-Sothoth, back in the 1950s or 60s, though William doesn’t know any more than that.
The book seems to be called ‘Liber Sacramentis Extra Portam’ and it appears to be in Latin – well, I see some Latin and a bunch of symbols and some other stuff that makes no sense at all, but I can understand the Latin – well, I can Google translate some of the Latin. The title means something like ‘The book of sacraments beyond the gate’, and as soon as I saw the word ‘Gate’ I got excited. It doesn’t take much these days.
I’m still tracking down some items I need for the first spell, and then I’ll start figuring out this next part, looking through the book. Me and Google Translate and a big fat notebook… that will be thrilling, I really can’t wait.
My life is so different from before all this started… I mean, that should be obvious to anyone who has been following all this from the beginning, but sometimes something will happen that still really shocks me.
I didn’t do my evening ritual again – well, I did half of it, but I didn’t finish it, I don’t even know why. I just get complacent sometimes, to be honest – I still can’t believe this is all happening, it just doesn’t make sense. So yes, I didn’t complete the protection ritual last night, and the dreams came, darker and more disturbing than ever. I can’t make any sense of what I see, these terrifying images I can’t fully remember when I’m shaken to wakefulness, but I know there is a malevolence to them that reaches out beyond the veil of sleep.
I finally got another letter from William, and it turns out that bizarre skull was from him – and I didn’t get him anything, now I feel bad.
So the skull is part of a ‘counter-spell’ (I never knew such a thing existed) to undo whatever the Azathoth spell did. That will fix part of our problem, but it won’t fix the original issue; William doesn’t know how to fix that, but he’s sending me a book that my grandfather gave him – a book that should have the answers I need. All I have to do is decipher it.
The letter has so much more information about my grandfather, I understand so much more now,and more of the contents of my grandfather’s trunk make sense. It’s hard to believe he was some kind of ‘monster hunter’ – or I guess what reality TV would call a ‘Paranormal investigator’ today. It’s shocking to learn that he had this insane secret life, but knowing Grandpa Joe as I did, it does make sense that he would be helping people like this. I wonder how many others he helped? I wonder what other terrors he faced, after he had defeated his own demons.
I’ve been trying to figure out something – anything – about this strange skull I received in the mail, the package postmarked from Bhutan in S.E. Asia. As I said initially, the skull seemed to be warm to the touch, above ambient or room temperature, even after being outside on the porch in near-freezing weather. I wanted to try to measure that as ‘scientifically’ as possible (disclaimer, I am not a scientist, the closest I come to ‘science’ is watching MythBusters) and I found a way to do it – I went to Home Depot and bought an infra-red thermometer, one that instantly reads the temperature of whatever you point it at. It works well too, as you can see. I measured room temperature, then the skull, and there was around a 10 degree difference – but then I decided to take it to the ‘next level’ as they say.
I got a package in the mail today, a heavy box wrapped in weathered brown paper with a return address in Bhutan, in South East Asia – I’ll admit, I had to look it up, I’d never heard of it either. Of all the things I thought I would find in this unexpected box, a heavy, carved stone skull wasn’t anywhere on the list.
I posted about more family secrets last week, related to my Great Aunt Vivian and the bizarre things she went though back in the 1940s and 50s. Surprisingly, this has caused some serious family drama – apparently people in my family have actually started reading this blog, and they aren’t thrilled about me airing our ‘dirty laundry’ as one person put it. I’m sorry, but strange disappearances, levitation, and unexplained hauntings are not ‘dirty laundry’, and I’m not terribly interested in hurt feelings when I am literally afraid for my sanity, and possibly my life. Continue reading
There’s a song lyric that keeps popping into my head lately, sometimes multiple times a day. “Just because you’re paranoid don’t mean they’re not after you.” I recognize that this is especially relevant to my situation, where there is an always-present sense of paranoia and dread that the slightest creak of the floor or shadowy movement, innocuous open cabinet or clank of the heating system, is some sign of the supernatural. I can honestly say that when I close my eyes now and hear a sound that should be totally normal in my 100+ year old house, my mind can’t help but conjure up images of black winged terrors, ancient ghostly figures, and cosmic horrors hovering just outside the reality that we all know and understand. Continue reading