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.

More Night Terrors, Footprints in the Snow.

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.

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More History, More Magic

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.

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A scientific experiment with the mysterious Bhutan skull

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.

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More problems at home

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

The Spell…

Wendy went out with friends for ‘holiday stuff’ – I think lately that’s code for red wine and bookstores – but I had all the things I needed for the spell, so I finally tried it. It took a while to set the altar up properly, down in the basement of course.  There were so many details and so many strange things I needed to set up; specific candles, herbs, oils, and even a genuine fossil; that was hard to find, and that’s going to take some explaining when it shows up on the credit card statement.   Another hard thing was that I had to memorize the spell – I wasn’t supposed to have it written down for some reason, so I said it over and over again until I had it memorized.

It was weird – when I started setting up the altar I still thought it was stupid, that the email was a hoax.  I felt embarrassed that I was even attempting it.  As I was completing the setup, though, I felt a change – I don’t know if it was something mental, or a real physical change, maybe a bit of both, but by the time I was ready to start the spell itself my hands were shaking and I was sweating.

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Familiar images made sinister – Yog Sothoth?

I slept terribly again last night – I don’t remember specific dreams or details, but I recall waking several times, cloaked in a shadowy dread that lingered long after I had returned to wakefulness. I was understandably lethargic throughout the morning, then, with eyes and head aching from the constant flickering bombardment of florescent lights in the cubicle shantytown that I work in, and I decided I needed a break. To try and clear my head and wake myself up a little bit, I decided to go out into the brisk November afternoon for a short walk around the East Side of Providence.

Instead of taking my normal Easterly route, I decided to head North, into a more industrialized area – there were fewer hills and I assumed it would be a shorter walk, since I didn’t have as much time as I normally do. I soon knew I had made a mistake, however, when I heard that terrible buzzing noise, rising and falling like some dark chant that only I could hear. There was a wooded embankment by the road, and I saw two figures this time, moving slowly but deliberately across the landscape. I tried to slip closer to them and they didn’t react – if they noticed me at all, they showed no indication of it in any case. I took several pictures, and then watched them continue on their way. They disappeared a little over a minute after I took these photos – just vanished completely, and thankfully that cursed humming sound went with them.

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A new clue – but is it to the same mystery, or a totally new one?

Back in the steamer trunk, I found a very old photo – by the condition of it, as well as the people, clothing, and setting, it seems to be at least 100 years old.  There was also a scrap of paper tucked into it as well, not as old, and typed out, that seems to explain the subjects of the image:

Theodore and Marie Armstrong  of  Providence, RI, who disappeared in 1907 under ‘mysterious circumstances’.  They were apparently into the occult, and I’m assuming this note was written by by Grandpa Joe and had something to do with his investigations. Continue reading

On the trail of Yog Sothoth

Those words have been swirling around in my head for days now, ‘Yog Sothoth’ – I have no idea what they mean, but they have a terrible weight to them, so dark and loathsome that I can’t even speak them aloud;  I’ve tried now, twice, and my mouth refuses to form the syllables.  I thought the phrase was a product of my nightmares, those horrifying fever-dreams I endure so often, but now I don’t know.  Now, I think that it’s possible they informed the dreams, instead of being a product of them, because I remembered that I had seem them before…

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New video evidence – Basement Door event. Wendy is a believer.

The basement door has been left open a number of times recently – I know I’m not leaving it open and Wendy says she’s not leaving it open, and she has been getting really annoyed.  She thinks I’ve been doing it to mess with her, and to try to get her to believe in my ‘supernatural nonsense’, so I came up with the idea of setting up the video camera to watch the door for a while.  Wendy thought it was a ridiculous idea, of course – and why wouldn’t she?  One of us has to be the one leaving the basement door open, because rationally, that’s the only thing that makes sense.

I set up the camera and plugged it in (the battery only lasts about an hour and I wanted it to record more than that), and then we just kind of went about our morning normally.  Around midday we headed out for lunch and then hit a few stores and went to the movies – the camera was recording the whole time.  When we got home, the basement door was closed and Wendy was only too happy to point that out, but I decided to watch the footage anyway – I don’t know why, I guess I just hate being proven wrong.  Watch the video – it proved something, there’s no doubt about that.

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