~November 5th~
Two more dead in the last week alone, both relatives of deceased members of the expedition. The limits of Human Reason have begun to grow apparent to my mind, but belief in the supernatural still eludes me, for now. Whatever killed Eric and Jeffres in the main chamber has followed the survivors across the Atlantic, and fear swells within me. Just what is happening? Who or what did we disturb in the ziggarut, and why does it now seek our blood?
Still, for all the unknowns a sole answer has surfaced. The sarcophagus in the main chamber was recovered in southeastern Krasnoyarsk in August of 1908. I must confess that I exclaimed aloud when this news was relayed to me. As a enthusiastic researcher of the extraplanetary sciences, the date and location was already well known to me. The Tunguska Event, believed to have been caused by the mid-air detonation of a large meteorite above Siberia, has baffled experts to this day. If the two are indeed related, we have all but confirmed the cosmic origin of our pursuer.
If true, we must find a way to appease and communicate with the entity. Surely it is only confused, or its own values and standards of morality (if any) are not the same as ours. We can come to an understanding, we must, for the good of both of our species.
Ah, but I get ahead of myself. I must content myself with what is known, not what might be. I don't wish to start emulating my own son after all.
Friday, November 5, 1971
Thursday, August 5, 1971
Post Mortem
Sylvia,
I know that you are stricken with grief at the loss of your husband, and I too mourn his untimely passing, but to so callously suggest that his death was more than a tragic accident is not only manipulative, but absurd. I detailed quite plainly (and painfully as you should recall) the fullest extent of his gruesome injuries, however reluctant I was to do so, because it was your right as his beloved wife to know just how he died. I do not doubt that ink and paper could not fully elaborate upon the macabre sight that greeted you beneath that sheet, and for that you have my heartfelt apology. I would also beg your pardon once more, for I wish to explain the more confusing aspects of the (again, my apologies) corpse, if only for posterity. If this would cause offense or greivance, I bid you to skip to the final paragraph.
-i- You noted that not only had his chest cavity been wrenched open, but that 'all manner of blood and fluid had been drained from him'. Allow my to lay this mystery to rest. As you no doubt recall your husband, the late Eric Thorn, was crushed by a cave-in while we were spelunking in Turkey. This mortal impact pressed the very blood from his body, until none remained, which would explain:
-ii- Why his bones were 'missing'. They are in fact, still in their original location, just pulverized to dust by the trauma of the cave-in. The coroner noted that they had even been quickened and fused into the muscles and tendons surrounding them, a phenomenon, while unusual, is not unheard of.
-iii- As to the 'persistent and sinister odor of burn and decay' about the body I can only submit that the scent of death is quite strange and strong the first time around.
I fear that my words have done nothing to ease your sorrow in this sad hour, and perhaps I have done more harm to you by tearing open fresh wounds (if you will pardon the expression). I can only attest one final time how deeply greived I am at Eric's parting, and present my apologies that you were not with him at the time of his death.
Yours in mourning,
Bartholemew
I know that you are stricken with grief at the loss of your husband, and I too mourn his untimely passing, but to so callously suggest that his death was more than a tragic accident is not only manipulative, but absurd. I detailed quite plainly (and painfully as you should recall) the fullest extent of his gruesome injuries, however reluctant I was to do so, because it was your right as his beloved wife to know just how he died. I do not doubt that ink and paper could not fully elaborate upon the macabre sight that greeted you beneath that sheet, and for that you have my heartfelt apology. I would also beg your pardon once more, for I wish to explain the more confusing aspects of the (again, my apologies) corpse, if only for posterity. If this would cause offense or greivance, I bid you to skip to the final paragraph.
-i- You noted that not only had his chest cavity been wrenched open, but that 'all manner of blood and fluid had been drained from him'. Allow my to lay this mystery to rest. As you no doubt recall your husband, the late Eric Thorn, was crushed by a cave-in while we were spelunking in Turkey. This mortal impact pressed the very blood from his body, until none remained, which would explain:
-ii- Why his bones were 'missing'. They are in fact, still in their original location, just pulverized to dust by the trauma of the cave-in. The coroner noted that they had even been quickened and fused into the muscles and tendons surrounding them, a phenomenon, while unusual, is not unheard of.
-iii- As to the 'persistent and sinister odor of burn and decay' about the body I can only submit that the scent of death is quite strange and strong the first time around.
I fear that my words have done nothing to ease your sorrow in this sad hour, and perhaps I have done more harm to you by tearing open fresh wounds (if you will pardon the expression). I can only attest one final time how deeply greived I am at Eric's parting, and present my apologies that you were not with him at the time of his death.
Yours in mourning,
Bartholemew
Thursday, June 17, 1971
Lost in Shadow
'Alexander',
If this seems a presumptous step forward in our friendship, than you have my deepest apologies, but there is no one else I can turn to that I fully trust and do not wish to grieve. As you are no doubt aware my updates on the state of the dig ceased mid-November, when I noted we were ready to proceed into the main chamber of the zigguraut. I must stress that I remember nothing of the seven months since than, nor can I detail the fate of the expedition crew save myself; and I'm still unsure why I woke up in a hotel in Istanbul.
I'm frightened Alexander, frightened to my very core. Something awful occurred on the fifteenth of November, and I fear it may repeat itself. Please, I beg of you to speak of this to no one else (although I suppose the secrecy of the expedition renders that point moot in the end), just know that I am sorry.
So very sorry.
'Napoleon'
If this seems a presumptous step forward in our friendship, than you have my deepest apologies, but there is no one else I can turn to that I fully trust and do not wish to grieve. As you are no doubt aware my updates on the state of the dig ceased mid-November, when I noted we were ready to proceed into the main chamber of the zigguraut. I must stress that I remember nothing of the seven months since than, nor can I detail the fate of the expedition crew save myself; and I'm still unsure why I woke up in a hotel in Istanbul.
I'm frightened Alexander, frightened to my very core. Something awful occurred on the fifteenth of November, and I fear it may repeat itself. Please, I beg of you to speak of this to no one else (although I suppose the secrecy of the expedition renders that point moot in the end), just know that I am sorry.
So very sorry.
'Napoleon'
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