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July 19, 1891 Wednesday

Dear Bannister,

Elias Gillespie has taken over the church as our priest and has taken it upon himself to teach his beliefs of Samael to the town people. At first he had a vey small congregation but it is growing ever so quickly. So quickly in fact that it is beginning to frighten me. Alice and his family have become a big part of his church and are his witnesses.

Among others that have joined his church are the Riches, the Coffees and several other important people of this town. I fear that if the towns people began to go to that church something bad will happen. Most are already telling of monsters roaming the nearby woods and the lake. Some say it is the end of all days and that soon Samael will return and make the world a safer place to live. Do I believe this? No I do not, I am just as my master Rustin Ashfield.

We have thought about leaving this God forsaken town and starting anew, but it seems an impossibilty at the moment. It's the fog, it has grown quite thick and we have lost several people to it in the last three days. Mister Royce Reynolds has taken up residence with us and has brought weapons to keep us feeling safe for the time being.

The second he arrived in town his horse died of unknown reasons. That was the first sign of a most queer existence of evil that may or may not be residing here. It seems that Elias has brought it with him, though I am not bold enough to speak of it to Mr. Ashfield. Reynolds on the other hand is a bit of a "cowboy" and is willing to listen to what I have to say. It seems he may be more of a confidant to me then I thought.

William, I fear that one day soon something big is going to happen, a confrontation of sorts. I fear it will end in bloodshed seeing as how the mental stability in the towns folk is dwindling. I must bring into light the Hall incident for you to truly understand what I am saying.

Dennis Hall and his wife Mercedes had a teenage daughter that was suddenly having fits for no apparent reason. They consulted with Elias and soon afterwards in town square they burned her alive much like the witches of Salem. I cannot understand their logic nor do I pretend and have often been confronted about my way of life.

Dear friend I may be one of those that loses this battle if I am not careful. I was nearly stabbed just last night in the tavern.

My friend I needn't trouble you anymore with my problems I will write to you more someday soon hopefully.

A friend always,

Jack Kauffman

(A Diary entry from Rustin Ashfield.)

Entry 0032, 1891

I feel as if I am going mad, everyone in this town save for myself, Kauffman, and Reynolds seem to be suffering some delusion. It has been going on like this since Elias Gillespie arrived and I fear he might be the cause of it somehow and yet listen to how mad that sounds. How can a man conjure up the things I've seen in this town since my arrival?

When Kauffman and I first arrived the woods were teeming with wild game, now they are silent in the area. It is as if all of the forest animals in the area sensed some evil presence and left for greater safer land. Even the birds are nowhere in site.

Then there are the sounds, noises in the woods and in my very house at night I often hear them. Foot falls, as if someone is investigating my house and the items that are in it. Once I even fell asleep with a candle burning bright in my room for fear of the dark and the things that reside within it. I have never been afraid of the dark in my entire life!

The town itself is engulfed in a fog that won't leave even when the sun shines it's brightest and the weather has been questionable, it's mid-July and there was snow the other day! There is something about the fog that I don't, it's almost as if there are things in it hiding, waiting. . .

Things like the one I seen with my very own eyes just three days ago. It was lunch time and I had been eating when I hear a scraping sound in my back yard. I went to investigate since I'd sent Kauffman on an errand and Reynolds was at the tavern for a dram. As I moved to the back door a shadow moved across a window near the wood stove. I checked it but saw nothing, the wretched fog was too thick.

I walked out onto the back porch and looked around as far as I could and saw nothing. As I was getting ready to go inside I felt a chill deep in my bones and looked up and dear God I saw something. I can't describe it very well because it was surrounded by fog, but the smell. . .

It appeared to be the burnt victim of the teenage girl they killed the other day.

It saw me just as I was reaching for the door knob and it began to stumble it's way toward me and as it got closer I could actually see the clothes it wore, they were fused to it's skin! If I could, I would leave. For the sake of my humanity I would leave.

Everytime I close my eyes that burned thing is looking at me. That is not the only time something has been seen in the last three days either. Rance Ventura said he saw a creature with it's arms fused to it's chest staggering towards the church. He never got a really good look at it to see if it was human but he said it smelled of rot. Like the many dead men he walked through during the civil war.

Sadly Rance joined Elias' church just yesterday. What they do there is beyond me. I can only wonder in frightened curiosity what terrible things any of them do in there. The Williams's little boy entered the church with them and hasn't been seen since, that was a week ago. I have been thinking hard on all of this and am seriously considering finding my way out of this fog and to safety. Kauffman and Reynolds are ready to leave just as well.

Maybe soon we will leave for I have been having dreams and I feel they are getting more and more real as I dream them every night. Terrible things, dreams of sacrifice and tormented people. Dream. . . Nightmares would best describe them. The last one was the most real of them all. It was of a large circle of people and Elias standing in the middle of them. They are chanting something I can not understand and then they began to disappear, one by one. In their places are creatures of unimaginable terror.

I must think of how I can leave without getting lost in that forest. There has to be a way, I can not be trapped in this evil place. I can not be trapped!

July 25, 1891, Tuesday

Mr. Black,

I am writing in regards to the town, it appears as if there is some sort of demonic cult activity surfacing. Why a week ago a young woman was burned at the stake for a mere rebellion against her parents. I'd very much like for you to send some investigators to this town to find what they can. We are in dire need of order.

A man who goes by the name of Elias Gillespie has taken over the township and is teaching many his dark arts. Apparently these things involve sacrifice of children and execution of non believers. How I know such things is by merely watching and listening to things spoke of in the tavern that is in this town.

Sir I believe time is running out and soon the whole town will be under control of this mad man. He must be detained and taken to a place of mental health. I ask that this be my only request from you. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

Rustin Ashfield

Entry 0033, 1891

It is a terrible thing, our postman was found by outlaws and killed. He was found near the lake with bullet wounds. Who the outlaws were and where they went is anyones guess. It was a small matter to Elias and his congregation. He thought that it was best for the town if no one knew of it's existence at the moment. Is he mad? I needn't even ask the question yet I can not help myself.

My chickens have all been eaten as well, by something savage and beastly. Ventura said it was more than likely a wolf. That seems unlikely to me, there hasn't been any wild life in the near vicinity for weeks and that in itself is a cause for concern. How can we get fresh meat if there is nothing to hunt? It worries me.

The wagons with supplies haven't been here for over a week and most of the supplies in the general store are slowly being used up. Soon we will have to leave if we don't get our supplies and food. After all how can a man live without food? This news is very depressing but it's all I have to write about as of late. That and my trip to the prison. . .

I really haven't gotten a chance to recover from that trip yet but it appears I have found the cursed place. I must speak of it when I have more time however, Reynolds has come in with some more disturbing news and I must put pen down for now.