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

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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.

Keys

The dream came suddenly and my senses were jarred by the switch from black nothingness to waves of heat and a rancid smell.  I was barefoot on hot, rocky ground, and the sky was full of ash – I felt hot cinders bounce off my skin.  There were hints of high, discordant piping noises carried on the wind as it blew across my face, the sound making my skin crawl.

I walked towards a shadow, wavering in the heat, just at the edge of my vision.  I kept walking closer, but the shadow didn’t seem to be getting closer, it kept wavering just at the edge.   I walked and walked, the piping making my head hurt, the hot wind drying and stinging my eyes… Continue reading

New Trap Cam footage… but the trap cam was destroyed

It was early morning and I awoke from a dark, swirling dream of half-formed figures and terrifying sounds.  I awoke to a shrieking in the real world, a horrible, shrill sound that split the quiet of the pre-dawn morning.  My neighbor heard it – he was out getting the paper, I think – and was knocking on my door, asking if everything was all right.  I told him it was the tea kettle, but I could tell he didn’t believe me.  It didn’t sound anything like a tea kettle, but what else could I say?

Once I got rid of him I ran down to the basement where the shriek came from; I saw the camera first – it was smashed, in several pieces.  It looked like it was stepped on somehow, but by what I have no idea.  The rat trap was sprung and there was that horrible smelling green slime all over the place, there were boxes knocked over – something had happened, clearly, but I wasn’t sure what.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to know – I’m still not.

I thought the video chip in the camera was broken, but I was finally able to get it out of the camera and with a little fiddling, I got the video imported to my computer.  It breaks up at the end, but you can see something when it falls… something hairy and possibly covered with that slime, it’s hard to make out.  It isn’t a rat though – I’ve long given up on the idea that it’s rats in my walls…

Things are quiet, but not quiet

Things have been quiet, mostly – calm before the storm, perhaps.  I think it tries to convince me that I’m crazy, that I’m losing my mind – enough days without an… incident, and I start to think maybe it’s all in my head, maybe I’m making it all up.  I know it isn’t true, though – I know it’s all there.  I have the pictures, and the videos, and this blog… it catalogs everything, that’s why I do it. There are things here, in the blog, that I don’t really remember now -that is troubling, that I wrote things, took video of things and don’t remember them.   So much has happened though – it’s easy to understand why my memory would be a little off in places, right?

Something did happen, in the basement.  There was a shrieking, like a terrible shrieking sound early in the morning.  My neighbor heard it, came to knock on my door to see what was wrong – see, it isn’t just me.    I had to lie, I told him it was my old tea-kettle, but he wasn’t convinced – he was looking around my house, I could see his eyes, his judgement.  We used to be friends, Dave and I.  He always used to borrow my long ladder when he was putting up his Christmas lights.  He doesn’t look at me the same way now, though – not since it all started.  I can see it in his eyes, the fear of me.  He probably thinks it’s drugs – isn’t that what they always think?

Once he was gone I raced to the basement, but whatever happened was long over.  The big trap was sprung, but not damaged.  The trap cam on the other hand – that was damaged pretty heavily, it looks like maybe someone stepped on it?  And there was more of that green slime around the place.  I’m trying to recover the memory card from the camera now, but it’s jammed in there.  I’ll post whatever I find once I get it out, assuming the chip isn’t damaged and the video data is still intact.

The nights are getting longer, darkness encroaching into the realm of day, and I feel things in the shadows growing stronger.  I hear them whisper, hear the discordant piping.

Nothing in the trap yet, but other things are out there in Providence

I haven’t had any action on the new trap – nothing on the cameras and the trap hasn’t moved.  I still hear scratching behind the walls every day, especially in the kitchen and in the upstairs hallway.. I don’t know what it is but I hope the new trap will take care of it.

I’ve been spending more time outside the house, not just because of the warm Summer weather, but also to escape the scratching and the general feelings of malevolence that seem to permeate my house at times.  It seems that just leaving the house isn’t easing my mind any more, though; even out on my restorative walks I am still plagued by… things. Continue reading

Build a Better Mousetrap….

The scratching noises behind the walls and under my floors have been going on for what seems like months.  Traps have not helped – in fact, I believe my traps may have made things worse somehow…  but I am still tormented by these noises, the constant scratch scratch scratch…   I need to do something about it, and I think I have a plan on how to eliminate… whatever it is that torments me.

The traps I have been using are much too small, I know that now after seeing the trap camera video from the other day.  To remedy that, I stopped at the hardware store today and bought a package of the biggest vermin traps they have – this trap is huge, and the spring loaded arm is VERY powerful.

A big trap - drill and pliers for scale

A big trap – drill and pliers for scale

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