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.
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.
For the past week and a half I have been performing a specific ritual before bedtime, as outlined by William Jameson, to try and counter the effects of the spell I performed that called upon the power of Azathoth. I’ve done it every night, as required, and the dreams have been tolerable, the escalations few and far between.
I guess I got complacent, or maybe I was just over tired and didn’t want to have to deal with it, I’m not sure, but I did not do the ritual last night. I didn’t do any part of the ritual, I just went to bed, and things got bad again – really bad. I’m not even sure where to begin.
The dreams got very vivid; almost as soon as I fell asleep I felt like I was pulled out of my body by invisible strings, racing across vistas of onyx black malevolence. I heard a high, discordant piping sound and saw figures and structures my mind couldn’t really make sense of; they looked like they didn’t belong together, I can’t describe it at all but I still see it in my head, the images hiding just beyond my reach, threatening to break through into madness.
Things are still going OK – I haven’t really even felt the need to update here. We haven’t heard any weird noises, no ghostly figures, no doors opening on their own… we’re doing normal stuff now, like Christmas shopping, and we even decorated the tree, like normal people. Wendy seems to be doing better than she has been in months, and the decreased stress level is noticeable for both of us. It nice, things almost feel like they’re back to normal, even though I’m still not sleeping well.
So did it work? Did the protection hex I cast the other night actually work? Honestly, I’m not sure.
In some ways I can say yes, it definitely worked, and that’s exciting. Since I cast the spell (I can’t believe I’m saying that) we haven’t experienced any unexplained opening doors, there haven’t been any strange sounds in the house, no shadowy figures; no weird experiences at all, actually. Wendy has noticed too, and she confirmed that since Tuesday night she hasn’t had a single experience that she would consider unusual or ‘paranormal’. That’s really good news, obviously. I told her what I did, too; I let her know yesterday and I showed her the video. She seemed nervous, not that I would blame her, but the results seem to speak for themselves and I think at this point she’s more relieved than anything else.
It’s been a rough few days, and Wendy and I have been spending as much time as possible out of the house. We spent a lot of time with relatives on Thursday, even going out to a late movie because we just didn’t want to go home yet. Nighttime is just too stressful now, and even though we’re locking the bedroom door, I think we both know that isn’t really going to solve anything.
Friday was spent at various shopping outlets; we left early and didn’t get home until pretty late. I normally don’t like shopping, but even the madness of Back Friday was tame in comparison to my new reality. I’d take swarms of sleep-deprived bargain hunters over these twisted and horrifying nighttime visitations any day. On the plus side, we did get our holiday shopping done early. You have to appreciate the small things.
Last night around 2:30am we were both woken up by banging noises that didn’t make sense. They were deep, hollow noises that seemed to come from the stairs – sounds that were far more terrifying because we both knew nothing in the house could make a noise like that. The banging lasted for a little less than 15 minutes – Wendy insists that it was 13 minutes exactly, but that might just be her reading into things. I think we’re beyond ”13 is an unlucky number’ at this point.
I did NOT open the door and go out to investigate. No way.
Last night was bad – the worst we’ve experienced so far. I’m not sure how much more I can take of this, and last night it affected Wendy too, and she’s still pretty shaken up. Honestly I’m still not sure of everything that happened or even how some of it happened – it was really weird, and not just the dreams. I don’t even know where to start, so I guess I just try to start at the beginning.
I went to be the normal time, around 11pm, and I felt good, actually – things have been somewhat quiet lately, and I haven’t seen anything really strange in almost a week. I don’t know if something triggered it, or it was a full moon, or whatever, but it seems like almost as soon as I fell asleep I started dreaming – really vivid, terrible dreams that filled me with dread. I could feel the hot, sulfurous wind against my face again, could feel the rocks cutting into my feet. The soldier was there, and more chanting, seeming louder than before, maybe closer, I’m not sure. I could clearly hear those dread syllables, ‘Yog Sothoth’, repeated in the chant like the tolling of some blasphemous bell. There was a new figure out there too, I think – I’m not completely sure, things are still jumbled, unclear, but I have a sense that there was something else. Not the hooded figures, either – I’m certain it wasn’t them.