Just getting over an illness, things are bad and getting worse

I’ve been sick for a week – nothing supernatural, surprisingly, just a bad winter cold that totally knocked me out for days.  I even called out of work sick for a few days – I never do that.  This winter has been bad, with a lot of snow storms and bitter cold with this ‘polar vortex’ business, and I finally caught something.

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An Unexpected Visit

Certain members of my family are still angry with me over this blog, and they’ve made that clear in various ways.  It’s funny – a few family members are so completely against my publishing this information and don’t want it ‘getting out there’, but at the same time tell me that it’s all nonsense and none of it is true.  So which is it?   Why would you be so angry with me for putting out fake information?  Why the panic if none of it is true?  I may have gotten a partial answer this weekend.

I got a call on Saturday, from my great aunt.  She was my grandfather’s cousin, so I guess that makes her my great aunt – something like that.  We always called her Great Aunt Rita, in any case.  I never knew her well – we saw her a couple times a year when I was a kid, like during big holiday get-togethers, but we were never close.  I’m ashamed to admit it, but I didn’t even realize she was still alive.  In this technological age we live in, it’s so easy to talk to strangers around the world, while we also lose touch with the people who matter most.

So Great Aunt Rita had been talking to this relative, who had been talking to that relative, etc…, about my blog here, and she said she had a story to tell me.  She lives in a nursing home in Massachusetts now, and Saturday we had a pretty big snow storm here in Providence, so I headed out to the nursing home on Sunday, around lunch time, after the roads were mostly clear.

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Video – kitchen event, bar stools, cold spots.

We were asleep and heard strange sounds coming from downstairs – really strange sounds, not like anything we’ve heard before.  After all that’s happened lately, we barely even wake up for things like creaking floors or slamming doors any more, but this was very different.  I was scared, genuinely scared when I crept downstairs, and what I saw was… bizarre.

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More nighttime problems, possible progress on the spell book

Last night was bad again – I don’t know what triggers it, but the dreams came to me, dark and terrifying.  I remember the soldier again, standing in that terrifying, blasted dreamscape, beckoning to me through the grey smoke and hot winds.  I woke up screaming again, frightening Wendy something awful, and  then we realized all the lights in the house were on – they were definitely off when we went to bed.  We didn’t get much sleep after that, so I was looking through the strange book, ‘Liber Sacramentis Extra Portam’, trying to translate what I could and understand more of what’s in it.

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More nighttime escalations, noises and shadows

I woke up in the middle of the night last night, hearing noises outside the bedroom.  It was mostly creaking noises, like someone walking heavily downstairs and up the stairs – our house is over 100 years old, so the wooden floors definitely creak here and there, and it’s especially common in the winter.

I had my Phone, which was in the charger by the nightstand, so I grabbed that and started recording video.  The quality isn’t great, since it was the middle of the night and wasn’t really well lit, but you can definitely hear the creaking of the floorboards.  I was standing totally still for most of it, and I’m the only person awake and moving about, so I don’t have any ready explanation for the floor creaking like it is.  You can even hear it get slowly louder as something climbs up the stairs.

I didn’t notice it when I was recording, or I probably would have freaked out, but if you watch the whole thing, as the creaking gets loudest towards the end of the video, you can see some sort of shadow that seems to be climbing the stairs.  Again, I’m alone there, standing still, my hands holding the phone, so I can’t explain what it is, I just know what I see, and what I felt…  a cold, creeping terror that kept me awake for the rest of the night.  A deep fear, knowing that there was something there, something dark and terrible and unexplained, and there was nothing I could do about it.  It’s a truly helpless feeling.

I need to get back into that book of spells and try to find a solution for this, before it gets worse.

Providence in Winter, Everything is Fine…

Winter in Providence was always a special time of year for me, ever since I was young. I loved waking up to a blanket of white snow covering everything, sparkling in the morning sunlight. Everything seemed clean and fresh and new, like a fresh start. This winter is different, though – like everything is different now. It’s darker, the snow seems more grey than white, and the trees have taken on an ominous, sinister look – I keep expecting to see something or hear something that shouldn’t be there, something hiding just under the surface.

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Sometimes the quiet is more unsettling

When it’s quiet and our life seems to steer more towards normalcy, I don’t really think to post as much here.  In a way, I think the blog is a reminder that the quiet is just a facade; it reminds me that true horror lurks just beneath the surface of our world, and if I look close enough, that darkness can appear around even the most mundane things.  Sometimes I just genuinely want to stop thinking about all of it and, for a few days (even a few hours) pretend that I do not know the terrible truths to which I have been introduced.

I did the Azathoth counter-spell yesterday, after finally putting all the necessary parts together.  I was going to film it, for the blog, but William’s warning seemed to snap me out of it at the last minute, and I left the camera off.  It didn’t matter anyway, because the spell was uneventful; there was some acrid black smoke and I felt light-headed as I repeated the chant, and then it was done – nothing moved, nothing fell, there were no otherworldly shrieks or discordant piping; it was all rather anti-climactic, truth be told.    Continue reading