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Entry 0034 1891

It is with utter sadness that I write this, just last night Reynolds came into my room to tell me bad news. Bad news it was indeed. A family of five have been found slain in their very home. Three children under the age of twelve were found in their room, all were horribly mutilated by someone. The parents were also found in their own room, both were mangled.

Reynolds said it would be best for all of us if we set up a guard watch. He is on first watch, Kauffman second, and I get the last watch. This town has changed me in the short month I've lived here. In the beginning I had such dreams, wonderful and sweet. Now when I close my eyes I see horrific images. Things I would never dare to wish on another soul. I close my eyes and I see the horrible images of the prison. . .

We reached it after a rather short walk through the woods. Reynolds was leading the way with Kauffman in the back and myself in the middle. It looked small, like a shack or a shed. However once inside we found a small entrance that led to a basement of sorts. It was in there that I was a witness to things that could not possibly exist.

We walked through the partially flooded hallway that led to many cells. Some still had dead men inside of them. The place smelled of rot and decay and the walls were filled with slime. I have never seen such filth in my life, never. As I looked up towards the ceiling I saw a brief flash of something. A mere shadow was my first thought seeing as how we lit the way through the disgusting place.

As we got further and further into the dungeon I felt something in the pit of my stomach, something much like a twisting. I had to stop for a few minutes until it passed. As we walked to the end of the cells we saw it. The one thing I could not possibly stand to see again as long as I Live in this lifetime.

In the last cell of the prison, I saw the Owens bodies. Both man and wife were in the cell, decayed from days of just sitting there. That was when Reynolds drew his gun and suggested we leave immediately. As we were leaving, I looked back and saw the shadow again, briefly.

Near the entrance to the basement we all heard cries from below, men begging to be killed from the torture they were put through. Some asking if they would ever be released. I knew there were no living souls in the basement. Reynolds shrugged it off entirely and Kauffman said it was merely a trick of an old building.

I could not cast it off as a mere trick of the mind. I never was able to think so little of the things that frighten us at night when we are nestled in our beds. That is why I insist on writing about it. Now these murders. . .

It seems as if these people are being murdered by a person in this very town, yet they were torn so savagely. . . If I were to look at the bodies then maybe, maybe I can find evidence of something else. An animal perhaps, or at the very least find out what sort of weapon killed them. I feel that these deaths seem out of place with the rest.

Elias himself appears to be losing his grip on his congregation ever since the stake burnings in the town center. Yes two more have been burned and now his group has lost their faith in him. His madness may actually end quite soon, Ventura has spoken to me and told me that some of them were planning something and that soon the priest would be over thrown.

What are his plans for our town in the first place? Where did he come from? Is he really a priest? The questions keep appearing in my mind. Soon we will find out all that we need from him when the others overthrow him. In the meantime I will have a look at the bodies of the recently deceased and find out if they've been mutilated by man or beast.

Entry 0035 1891

Hung or skewered, it was a choice the prisoners were given when our town was part of the prison back in the civil war days. The very thought of this town as a prison makes my stomach turn. Should it be a surprise though? So many things turned out to be illusions in this town and it's surrounding areas.

I had once been planning a trip to New York where I'd stay with relatives until all of this had passed. Unfortunately the fog has prevented me from such a travel. I am now planning an overthrow of Gillespie. I see no hope in this place and have grown quite cynical. I am fearful of the things that roam in the fog as well.

Elias mentioned that he was near close to achieving paradise on earth. He needed The Monster to help him cleanse earth of the nonbelievers first. That and he needed a child pure and free of all that is bad. It just so happens that there is one in this town.

Her name is Cheryl Carter, daughter of Jethro Carter who owns the now closed General Store. She is a very quiet and often times insightful child. I've had the pleasure of meeting her family and herself. Am in fact a very close friend of Jethro's as of late. I'm almost certain he would be very helpful in leading us into overthrowing Elias Gillespie. I'll ask him about it tomorrow. Right now it is very early in the morning and I must wake up Kauffman and Reynolds for their duties.

(Sorry so short next chapter will be longer.)