Dust

Nothing at all to report on the second floor, besides an abandoned hornet nest and drawer full of marbles.
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The third floor is a different story. It looks like it hasn't been used in centuries. Seriously, the dust has to be an inch thick, and its everywhere. Its not normal dust either; its the kind that reeks of must and dryness and really impairs breathing after a few minutes. It took forever to get it off me too, I swear it sets like glue. It had to shower three times, and I can still smell it on me. Its highly annoying, and I'm not the type to get annoyed easily. I'm probably not going up there again; and since the attic is the only thing above it (and it has to be even dustier), I'm going to look through the basement this morning. With the way things are going, its probably flooded or something...

Exploration

No update on the lawsuit at this time I'm afraid. I've taken the liberty of hiring my own lawyer, who assures me that our own case is airtight, and that we'll be able to counter with a slander lawsuit. I told him I just want to get this case over with (he looked rather disappointed), and that I didn't want anything bad to happen to S. I still love my brother, even after all the things that have happened in court. While I'm on the zubject, I've noticed something else about S that bothers me. Before the incident, as my grandfather referred to it, S was outgoing, carefree, and well... loud. Now when I look over at the prosecution I see a silent pale man sitting in the looming shadow of his lawyer. But enough about my troubles, on to the mansion.
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So far, I've looked over most of the ground floor (I'd estimate roughly ninety percent), and I have to say, this place must have been the very essence of opulence in its prime. The furniture is still in the same position it was all those years ago. I've begun the task of uncovering the main hall and the living room (which itself is almost as large as a normal house), and I've made significant progress with the kitchen and dining hall. I'm starting to get a feel as to how the mansion will look when its been fully restored, and well... its pretty nice. Still, no time to celebrate. Today I'm going to start moving upwards and hit the second floor. Maybe I'll find a clue as to why the frame is made of lead while I'm up there.

Prodigal's Revenge

I haven't posted lately, as I'm sure you'll notice (not that anybody's really reading this blog anyway). For the past few weeks I've been caught in the middle of a legal dispute over the ownership of the mansion with my younger brother, who I'll refer to as S. A few years back, S... well he did something I'd rather not talk about; and this event or series of events ended up costing him his place in my grandfather's will. How this gives him the legal ability to challenge my ownership of the mansion is beyond me, but his lawyer's foot found its way into the door and now everything is uncertain. To be honest, I really hadn't expected to see S again; he up and left after what he did and I haven't really heard from him until recently.

On another note, the electrician checked out my reception problem on the second floor. It turns out that the second floor has a lead framework. This is really strange for a number of reasons. One, the other floors have iron frames, even though they were built within weeks of each other. Two, my grandfather was...kinda paranoid about poison. He never ate or drank anything that he didn't see prepared, and he had an emergency anti-venom pack on every floor. As far as I'm, aware he was pretty savvy about possible harmful chemicals, so why he allowed the second floor to remain is beyond me.
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Anyways, I'll try and keep up the updates from now on; barring any unforeseen legal action from S or his freakishly tall lawyer...

Signal

     The mansion is a lot bigger than I'd thought it would be, its more than half a football field wide and has four levels. (Not counting the attic.) The furniture is fairly old but mostly in good repair, and the wood and carpet give it a rich, luxurious feel. The utilities are functioning well, with one strange exception: the second floor is a wireless dead zone. No matter how I move the transmitter or where I stand, I can't seem to recieve any signal. I've called in a technician to look into the matter and he'll be arriving in a few days. I'm sure its probably just the materials they used to construct the upper floors, but if its something I'll have to replace I'll need to do something about it.
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     The moving crew agreed to uncover the furniture on the ground floor for an additional three hundred, so now I have an idea what the mansion looks like in its full glory, and I must say, its quite opulent. Hopefully tomorrow will also have some suprises in store. (Good ones of course.)

Testament

     'As to the inheritance of my eldest son, K[rest of name removed], I leave my entire estate, including the mansion, grounds, and all other surrounding properties covered by the deed; as well as all posessions housed within. I also leave to him this stipulation; to create a record of his first year as master of the estate, as was dictated to me by my father, as his father decreed, etc. By fufilling this condition, K[rest of name removed] will assume full ownership of the inheritance previously described.'
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     In accordance with my late grandfather's wishes, I have created this blog to record the first year inside the house I have inherited from him. Updates will come weekly, unless something comes up that I really must share.

K.

Theory

~February 19th~

The death toll continues to mount, as does the evidence for my hypothesis. In the three months since my last journal entry, I have confirmed both the dates that the sarcophagus was extracted, and its correlation to the Tunguska event that spawned it. My hypothesis is ready to metamorphose unto theory, which follows after this brief recap:

-June 1908, the Tunguska Event occurs in Southeastern Krasnoyarsk. The meteorite carrying the entity detonated above Siberia, releasing a massive amount of energy and sound that was felt and heard around the world.

-August 1908, the entity, still sealed within the sarcophagus, is discovered in or around the detonation crater. A short time later, the sarcophagus is moved to the ziggurat (the team dated the ziggurat at 5,000 years, original purpose still unknown).

-November 1970, our team enters the main chamber, somehow awakening the entity sealed within.
Several men are killed, the rest (including myself) suffer loss of memory and relocation by force(s) unknown.

Theory: The entity sealed within the sarcophagus is a supernatural being of great power and purpose (whether this purpose is beneficial or harmful to humanity will be of little concern to so powerful a creature). We are indeed being hunted down by this entity, but to assign a moralistic judgment to its own actions is the height of foolishness. With the power this creature wields, any mere system of 'righteousness' falls flat, for it must be a law unto itself (I confess myself intrigued by this thought).

Knowing this, we can conclude the entity will attempt to eliminate me as well. However, I have a plan to establish communication with the creature, to prove my worth to it. I will not fall to this thing, no, I will rise with it. I will take my share of its awesome power for myself!

Hypothesis

~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.