Notebook Of Chalmus Page Two

Things have not been well around the estate. I am increasingly haunted by vivid memories of awful things that just don't make any sense. One night I was pulled from my bed and forced to march downstairs to the lab. There I was dissected alive on my own experimenting table in some sort of sick demonic ritual. Another time Marcy had gone missing. I searched high and low for her, finally coming across her in the basement. As she turned to face me she wore the visage of a gorgon and lunged at me with terrible piercing claws. I tell you honestly I am no fool; I can tell the difference between a dream and what's real. But when these fits of madness seize me sometimes I'm not so sure. Before the trouble starts I always see out of the corner of my eye a small green imp running through the house. I am only left to wonder, where is all this coming from? Are my horrible dreams somehow manifesting themselves in reality? Is that MacAlvay so jealous of my new possession that he would try to take advantage of my trusting nature? Or is there something alive in that stone that's toying with my mind? My only hope is that I have enough power left to maintain my sanity as I struggle to return order to my home.

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