For real necromancy to work, you must commit an act so truly abominable, even nature itself leaves in utter revulsion.
This action can cause a natural void, allowing for either the supernatural, or wholly unnatural, to take its place.
My own arrogance allowed me to believe I could withstand the physical and emotional toll this act required.
I’ve been through my documents a dozen times now, writing my report, erasing everything and starting all over again. But it still does not make sense.
The hint came in on the last Tuesday. A taxi driver had seen something suspicious. After the events of recent months, our superiors decided to go public and ask for help. 327 hints were received in the first three days. All led to nothing. The Butcher, as the press had called him, had panicked the city. He seemed to pick his victims randomly.
You didn’t have to be a doctor to know I’m as good as dead, but, it just so happens that I am one.
The last thing I remember I was driving on the icy back roads to the hospital. I was responding to an urgent call, so I wasn’t exactly going slowly. Then, I lost control. I don’t know how long I’ve been unconscious, but it that doesn’t really matter now. I’m going to die soon.
Want to know how I know?
There’s a thing around here. If you don’t see it where it should be, or you see it somewhere you wouldn’t expect it to be, run.
All lists of rules in this place include at least some misleading ones; there might even be a contradictory one in there somewhere
Obey all these rules.
There’s a place nobody should go.
Every night for the past ten years, I have tried to open the door to my dad’s vault and every night I’ve failed. But tonight, that’s going to change.
I can tell what you’re thinking, it’s none of your business, leave it alone. But, I just can’t, I need to know what’s on the other side. Seriously, what is he hiding?
The following was transcribed from Stg. [REDACED]’s personal journal.
October 9th, 1968
Finally got here to [REDACTED]. Can’t say this is the nicest place on Earth, but I’ll be fine. According to the locals, we’ve got Vietcong in the Jungle near by. Just what we needed…
October 15th, 1968
We had our first engagement with those Pinko bastards. We were patrolling near [REDACTED] Village, when we heard gunshots. We followed them to the source, that being 8 Vietcong along side about 12 NVA, all firing into the trees for some reason. We proceeded to light em’ up with as much rifle fire as was necessary. We took out 5 of the NVA, and 3 of the Vietcong. The rat fled into the jungle. We’re still not sure why. We’re tracking them back to their camp, as it appears to only be a few clicks away. Hopefully we get the rest of them.
I heard my wife call out from the upstairs. “Hey Honey, could you help me out with something?”
I was in the downstairs living room reading, but I dog eared my novel and got up. As I did, my wife poked her head out of the kitchen and whispered, “Stay here. I heard it too.”
I shook my head to clear it. I felt all the emotions rise up and let them wash over me.
I wanted those eyes to look at me every day. I wanted to stare deeply into them and fall in love with the girl that they belonged to all over again. Even more so, I wish we could start things over from the beginning.
It broke my heart when it didn’t work out between us. Many would tell me that it just wasn’t meant to be, and maybe they were right about that. I’ve never been one to give up on someone I loved so dearly, however.
She’s finally found me. I probably don’t have too much time left, but no one I know in my real life will listen to a word I say, so I’m coming here to share my experiences.
I’ve been seeing her around town. This terrifyingly beautiful… thing… Demon? I’m unsure of exactly what she is, but she looks like a woman. The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. Yet her skin is pure black and looks to be made of smoke, with wisps of hot pink. She has a face, with hot pink features.