Through my studies at the University, and my knowledge of modern-day science, I had come to an understanding with myself and the universe. There were no ghosts, no demons, nor were there angels or a God to save us. These were merely stories-- allegories if you will. Dreamt up y the ancients to help them cope with the stress and taxation of everyday life, and to explain away the mysterious workings of the Universe.
I journeyed from Wittenberg to meet my friend Hamlet, Prince of the Danes, and while at Elsinore I was confronted with such a terrible, and awe-inspiring sight, such as which made me repent my a disbelieving ways.
When the two guardsmen at Elsinore, Marcellus and Bernardo told me of the Ghost, a man who appeared as the figure of the old King Hamlet, I did by no means believe them. I came only to assuage their fears, as they had attempted, but not been successful in speaking to it. The guards believed the ghost might be more apt to speak with me, a learned man.
I scoffed at first, but after I saw the ghost that so much resembled the old King of Denmark, I never have been so frightened and astonished at such a spectacle. My friend, the young Prince Hamlet did nearly go mad after he spoke to it. As I put pen to paper in this journal, I swear, I will never again make, or take part in jest about the realm of the spirits.
