The following are entries from a journal that was found at the scene of a murder. The dates have been smudged and are unreadable.
I am starting this journal to keep track of unusual goings-on lately at my house. It all started yesterday when I found a strange item on my front porch. It was a piece of paper covered in scribbles and drawings. I will include a copy with this journal if I can make one, as all attempts to scan it result in static, and the photographs I take of it are mysteriously erased from the camera within seconds. I would dismiss it as a joke if it weren’t for this.
The drawing still does not yield to conventional photography, so instead I will describe it. A series of strange symbols cover one side of the paper. One might say the symbols are almost… demonic. The other side contains drawings of the sun, a star, the moon, and another round object that appears to be Earth, except for the strange cracks and crevices in the land.
I am beginning to hear strange sounds in the night. Light taps on my windows, faint scratching on the front door, and sounds not unlike whimpering echo throughout my large home at night. It is strange, and I am beginning to wonder if it has anything to do with the drawing.
I found another scribbling in my backyard today. I can tell it is associated with the first one because they both bear the same symbol in the corner. This one had a scratchy sketch of a face on one side, almost as if a child had drawn it. The face was unusual because it had no apparent pupils, although that may be an error considering the nature of it. The other side has more of the strange symbols, but they are different from the ones on the previous drawing. This one does not submit to computer scanning or photography either.
Old Mr. Carson’s house burned to the ground today. What a shame.
I still have not told anyone about the drawings.
Someone… no, something was looking in my window last night. The face was ghostly pale, but that was all I could tell from the millisecond that I saw it. The following morning, I discovered another drawing where that… thing… was standing. This one was entirely covered in symbols and bore that same symbol in the corner as the other two. I am beginning to worry. What is happening?
The noises have grown louder. They bore themselves into my eardrums as I try to sleep. That face haunts my dreams in the few hours of sleep I do get.
Last night I actually managed to fall into a deep sleep. The nightmare I had will scar me forever. I was in my bedroom, but there was no furniture or decoration. It looked like it had when I first bought it, except older and more run down. Suddenly, a puddle of blood formed beneath my feet. It took me a moment to realize that it belonged to me. Suddenly, the floor collapsed under me, and I fell for miles and miles, landing in the basement. But my house had no basement. The walls were covered in blood and gore, with those demonic symbols everywhere. Suddenly, hundreds of the white faces came through the walls and swarmed me. They bit into me and tore at my flesh. I watched as they pulled out my intestines and spread them out all over the room. They stood me up, put a knife in my hand, and forced me to stab myself over and over and over again. I woke with a jolt. It was only a dream… right?
I found a hatch in the floor of the downstairs closet after cleaning it out. Compelled by curiosity, I opened it. To my disbelief, it led to a room not quite unlike the one in my nightmare. There was no blood on the walls, but the symbols were still there. I also discovered a series of catacombs that branched off from the center room. I will explore these catacombs and keep my findings in this journal.
OH GOD DON’T EVER GO DOWN THERE AGAIN WHY DID I EVEN DO THAT I SAW THOUSANDS OF THOSE THINGS A WHOLE COLONY OF THEM DON’T EVER GO DOWN THERE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOU FIND THIS TELL EVERYONE THAT I EVER WRONGED THAT I AM SO SORRY THERE IS A PUDDLE OF BLOOD OH GOD ITS MINE WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME MY ORGANS ARE EVERYWHERE WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO CALL 911 OH GOD THE PHONE IS TOO FAR AWAY IF ANYONE FINDS THIS NEVER GO DOWN THERE EVER THEY WILL KILL YOU.
The man was found dead, his organs splayed across the room as described in the journal. The journal was found soaked in the man’s own blood. A few scraps of paper in the back were revealed to be the drawings. All photos taken of any of them were mysteriously erased, and all computerized scans have been illegible. Our sketch artist copied one of them, but it burst into flames seconds after he finished it. The case was never solved, and the house has been condemned.