March the Twelfth, 1778

A tome was found while digging up ye subjects. Perusing this text promises a

studious practitioner the opportunity to converse with a most powerful and wise

being not of this world. While I remain apprehensive, I must knowe what secrets

lie in this long-forgotten volume.

September the Eighth, 1778

The time is right. Months spent deciphering the meanings and intricacies of this

folio have finally shown their worth.

September the Ninth, 1778Last night will forever be printed upon my mind. At the clocks ring of midnight, my closest colleagues and I set forth upon calling what I hereafter refer to as the Dark Man. The ritual called for the blood of 3 willing individuals, spilled by the same blade. I am, as of yet, unable to remove the stain of our shared sacrifice from this blade.

After reciting the words written in the book we discovered some 6 months ago, I was faced with an overwhelming sense of dread. I presume that my colleagues had similar trepidations, but I dared not speak. In the center of our circle, the Dark Man appeared from coagulating shadows. His mere presence caused Amelie Hooper, wife of Benjamin, to pass out. As quickly as the Dark Man arrived, he had vanished back into the lightless void from which he appeared. I must contact him again.

December the Fourteenth, 1778

My colleagues now see me as their prophet. I lead them in worship for Our Lord

Granter of Secrets. If the public were to learn of this tome, or of our weekly

ceremonies, they would surely try to kill us all. We must keep our knowledge

secret for now.