Dreams…  And the Thing in the Hallway

Terrible dreams last night. I followed all my rituals too – the wards, the herbs, the stones, all there, all in place – but my dreams were dark, heavy, screams and shadows and pain. I remember noise – not the mad piping I am used to, but a rhythmic banging, something very heavy against something dull, like thick wood; definitely not metal. The banging seemed to go on… for a long time, I don’t know, time gets so confusing in dreams, then it stopped. The silence was more terrifying than the banging – it seemed more sinister somehow. More things happened; I ether can’t or won’t remember them directly, but I woke up drenched in sweat, my legs cramped, my chest tight… I was shaking. 

I sat in my kitchen drinking tea when I heard something in the front of the house. I grabbed my phone – it’s just habit now, I suppose – and started to record. I called out, hearing what clearly sounded like footsteps creaking on the hardwood floors, and then I just froze… I saw it, something.. some ‘thing’, hunched, black, totally inhuman. It was fully transparent, but it somehow had weight to it… it seemed like it was physically there, but somehow not. The temperature dropped sharply and I felt that sickly black malevolence as it made its way across the hallway, and then it just left… Things suddenly returned to ‘normal’ and all was quiet…  

Things are happening again, more escalations. I wonder – do things get worse and escalate because I am adding more relics and spells and strange objects to my ‘collection’? Or do I add these things to my collection because of the escalations? 

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I am Not Unhappy 

The city from a distance. Even in the bright October sun, there is a darkness there, a cold energy that permeates every brick, every window. Most people can’t see it, or won’t see it, but it weighs on me. Every day I feel it and it drains me, it fills my head with its malevolence. Every night it fills my dreams with twisted piping and burning winds and things… things I don’t want to recall in daylight but that press upon my eyelids just the same.   
I am not unhappy though – that’s the thing the doctors could never understand, could never accept. With all that I see and all that I know, I am not unhappy. I feel the weight of this black knowledge pressing upon me, I know what horrors lurk in the shadows and what rancid, pestilent  things crawl through our world, and I fear; oh yes, I fear. I know terrors that most men would scarce imagine. But I am not unhappy. 
I was unhappy for so long – I was depressed, I couldn’t understand what was happening, my world view was shattered into a million kaleidoscopic pieces. Dark beings, dream portals, mad piping, bizarre spells and dark rituals; these were not things of my world, of the rational world, and so my rational mind could not cope. It was only after… events, terrible events that I dare not mention here, that I came to a new understanding, a new rationale. That is when I realized that the dark chaos that surrounds us all was not some ‘family curse’ handed down for generations. No, this darkness had been there since time immemorial, and my knowledge of it was not undoing my world, but re-focusing it as it truly is. 

So that is the truth of it. I see things as they are, I know about the darkness that lurks beneath the thin veneer of the ‘normal world’, I know of Yog Sothoth who is the gate, I know of the mad piping of the cosmos, and I now know I am better for it… better even though it may kill me, as it has done so many others. 

Secrets should stay hidden. 

Beware the shadows. 

 

 

The Madness of the Mundane

Sometimes I truly wonder, with all that I have witnessed, with all the things that I know lurk beneath the gentle exteriors of the world we think we live in, if I am truly mad, or if it is everyone else who suffers and it is only I and those like me who are free?

I am fast on the path to delving once again into the unknowable.  I have a black Morchem candle and I’ve recently procured Miralin Oil, a foul substance with a vileness difficult to describe.  I have also located an iron fetish, though at some cost, and should have access to it soon.  I have been studying the incantation for banishing the hungim and I believe it is truth – I can feel the power vibrating from the words as I study them.  These are old words, to be sure.  I hope they will do what I need them to, with a minimum of negative consequence.  Continue reading

Possible new information about the scratching…

This is why I keep this blog – or try to keep it up, at least.  I do have readers, people who follow my rantings and know the truth, who see the things that are out there in the shadows, between the cracks in the ‘normal’ world…

I got an email from someone who knows what the thing – or things – in my walls are.  He says it is a Hungim, and that his grandfather had dealt with them back in Czechoslovakia. He sent an incantation, which I will research more, and said that it requires a few items.  I do not know what miralin oil is, but it might be in one of the books.  I do know what a telchik fetish is, I believe I know someone who can access one.  Black morchem candles… I wish I did not know what those are, or how they are made.  I have one stored safely in a metal box, covered in sea salt upstairs.

email recieved

email recieved

This may help me resolve the issue of the scratching, but I know that any spell is dangerous – an incantation requiring a black morchem candle doubly so.