To gain some idea as to who our victim was and how he met his enD, I had to infiltrate this organization he partook in in some way. It took an excruciating amount of effort that took me away from my other work, but I did manage to catch up with one of the victim's fEllow organization members. We greeted each other as old friends, and made our way to the common room where I had met so many times with this same group. The Trapezoid had already been drAwn in the ground, and the familiar smell of Neptune incense filleD the air. I took my place at the west of the Trapezoid, the two followers took theirs at the north and south, and the priest took his opposing me, and we began.
The priest bared his dagger, and I my chest, and he traced the sign into my sKin to establish the connecTion, calling out the names of the old ones at each point. The priest began the chant - the dead one waits dreaming - while the others responded in kind - Yes! Yes! He dreams! The chant was shortened, and repeated with more speed and intensity - He waits dreaming!
Yes! Yes! He dreams!
I remained completely silent to remain open. The repetitious chant and beat of the drUms from the followers continued while I waited.
He waits dreaming!
Suddenly, the temperature dropped. His presence was now undeniabLe, and I was to be His mode of commUnion.
He will awake!
The priest made a swift motion with his left hand, and suddenly I was overco
***
Ha
haha
hahahahahe
What?
heh
I thought i was in control?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
it really is too funny.
But now-
heehee
Now my foolish mind gets it! I understand!
I can -
No! Loosen your control over
I cannot control what
i cannot understand?
HE really is that terrible! Too great for the mind of an imbecile!
Like me!
haha
I get it! I don't get it?
You are not in control! You will not drag me into
It matters not!
GET
One day,
OUT
Maybe a fool like myself
will get it...
NOW
***
This story of my terror ends there, and I am certain that my oWn story has only precious little time left. Finally reAlizing what I had become a part of, I abandoned that accursed ritual before the terrible being that those monsters worshipped could assume himself within my body. The scar of the ritual symbol still burnIng, I made the admittedly terrible choice of fleeing to my home - at the time of my escape, I felt nowhere else would provide any safeTy. They were in too much shock to subdue me before I fled, but I have no doubt they will be able to find me, and they will slaSh my chest and throw me out the winDow. I have to ask myself - was it worth it to avoid descending to madness like them? I try to convince myself so, but I neveR feel so sure.
I can't escape.
With nothing elsE to leave behind, I hope these few pages of scrawl will provide some kind of useful information on this cAse, that has claimed my mental health and will soon claiM my pulse and breath.
I have accepted it.
I must offer this warnIng: as the same happeNed as I followed the trail of the young man, I beG you from the bottom of my heart not to follow my story
I am ALIVE
lest His madness claim you as well.
I have awakened
