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.
Something came down the stairs and actually moved the lamp as she was filming – this is the first time that the shadows seem to have a physical effect on the world, and that’s a concerning escalation. If that wasn’t bad enough, the book – that cursed, blasphemous book – was thrown on the floor behind her. The book was supposed to be in the basement – we always keep it in the basement now, locked in the steamer trunk – but somehow it wound up getting thrown into the middle of the kitchen floor, in almost the exact same place it was when we found it on top of the stacked barstools. It has to have some significance, I just have to figure it out.
Wendy is finally on board for the ritual I found in ‘Liber Sacramentis Extra Portam‘ – this one really rattled her, understandably, and we just don’t feel safe here any more. I don’t feel safe anywhere.