Jacob pov
I am what some say an artist. However, most would say "creepy man-witch". I am both. But for a good cause. For years I've been tracking down the source of all evil on Earth. Trying to figure out what powers it, what it is, and where it came from. But more importantly, how to stop it. Discovering "The Entity" has not been a clean road. "Robbing bodies from their graves so I can experiment on them" kind of not clean. But it all will pay off someday, I kept telling myself. Finally, one fateful day, one of the bodies opened its eyes. In shock, I fell off my chair. The body looked at me, then spoke words in an inhumane voice. "Go to this body's grave, Benedict Cemetary, and I will speak with you there." before they collapsed back on the table. Dead again. The Entity had spoken to me. And I felt obligated to obey. Upon arriving at the graveyard, I ran to the body's grave, and set the body down on next to the tombstone. I picked up my rusty shovel, and started digging. I dug with more anticipation than normal. Upon reaching the wooden coffin, I removed the lid and placed the body inside. I asked, "Now what?" The body opened its eyes again, and pointed to the sky. I looked up, and saw a purple hole in the sky, with black, sharp tendrils descending from the hole. The tendrils looked almost like fingers of a hand, as it used two fingers to pick my up by the back of my shirt collar. I did not struggle. I didn't move an inch aside from where I was being lead. I didn't even drop my shovel. The fingers pulled me into the hole in the sky, before the portal closed behind me, and I blacked out...