I’m coming back… starting to think straight, but the images, the eyes…. in my mind… Nobody knows. They couldn’t know, when they called upon it, when they read the book, how could they know? I didn’t know. So old, older than old. Older than the universe, but different.
The sounds, the piping, orbs of color, but not color, malice. Evil. Darkness. Tekeli li, Tekeli li.
Feel nauseous, but at least I can feel… still can’t think, can’t think can’t dream. Dreams are there, I dream about it, about seeing it, about feeling it.
They never knew. They opened the book but they never knew. They never saw – they didn’t see what made the sounds, they didn’t see the gate and the truth of the gate.
Yog-Sothoth is not a merciful god, but we are insignificant, less than ants. But if it were to notice us… if it were to… Can’t think of that, can’t. Head spinning, feeling nauseous again. Need to lie down.
They didn’t know. They didn’t know and they read the book and they spilled blood. So much blood. And it noticed them. And it noticed me.
Yog-Sothoth is the gate.
Ever since the incident the other night, Chad has been acting strange. He’s been locked in the basement for a day and a half and he didn’t want me down there, but he left suddenly, muttering something about not finding the right color… I had no idea what he was talking about, so after he left I headed down into the basement to see what was going on…
Chad spent most of the day yesterday unconscious or asleep, but mumbling and talking incoherently, and sometimes it sounded like he was speaking some other language, maybe Latin? I’m not sure. He tossed around a bit, but not as bad as when he has those dreams, and there was no crying out, so I let him sleep – I don’t know if that was right or not? I’m still not sure what happened.
He’s got three long scratches across his back – they aren’t deep and they stopped bleeding pretty quickly, but where did they come from?
He woke up this morning, a little after 8am. He’s still groggy, but he’s awake and pretty alert, though he’s still unclear about what happened to him. He was shocked to learn that he’s been asleep for over 30 hours, and that it’s already Monday. I called him out of work, told them he had the flu, which seemed the right thing to do under the circumstances. I’ll keep an eye on him today, and hopefully things will start to clarify and he’ll be able to remember something of what happened. Hopefully.
This is Wendy, Chad’s wife – something went wrong tonight. Chad was doing a ritual, from that terrible old book. He said he understood it now, that he could stop the bizarre things that have been going on around here. I didn’t really believe him, I can hardly believe anything that’s been going on around here, but I didn’t think anything could happen. I didn’t think it was real.
I had really bad dreams again last night – I’ve still been having these cursed dreams at least three or four times a week, but they’ve been similar, with the same heat-blasted landscape, the hideous soldier, and that blasphemous glowing portal, so I haven’t been writing about them as much, as I don’t like to repeat the same thing over and over. I probably should have been writing down the details as I recalled them, waking sweating and terrified, because I think things have been escalating slowly in this bizarre dreamworld, and last night things occurred that I cannot understand or explain, things that have once again shaken me to my core.
Things have been escalating again – lots of moving objects and shadows, strange sounds, cold spots. I’ve made more progress with the spell book, but I’m not ready yet – there’s still a lot to figure out, and it’s not like Amazon sells ‘black magic for dummies’ or anything. They don’t – I checked.
I’ve been going through all my notes, dream journals, and other experiences, and I wanted to put everything in one place, as a record and to see if there are any other connections I can make. Continue reading
I had gone out to pick up dinner and Wendy was home alone – never a good idea lately, we probably should have gone out together. She was watching TV when she heard some noises, like someone walking down the stairs. She actually grabbed the camera – she’s such a great wife – and she captured this footage.