Property date: 06-28-1953
June 29th, 1953 -
My name is James Stanton, written below is a seemingly true; yet honest record of history studying the Demascus issue and its practices. 'i no uncertain terms, this issue appears to hast the like innate practices as a cult.
July 4th, 1953 - The start of everything
The Demascus issue seem to be known 'round these parts as good farming folk. The father, John Demascus, is aye cordial while 'i town. After circling around the topic, folks see him as a something pleasant man, truly trying to compose ends meet. The issue owns a large ranch just yonder the outskirts of town, most secluded from the roads, deep within the southern forests of the area. His wife departed to the angels back 'i '43, so 'twere often just him and his two boys. Withal his recent departure to the great heavens above; the farm was left to his eldest son, Brad Demascus. Left 'i the eldests nurturement, his younger brother.
The brothers' seem to be unable to fare the farm and the ranch, assuming the fact they are a brave pair of youngin's, their corky man didn't hast time to school 'em all's he could. Moe talk circled of the youngin's sellin' both the farmland and the ranch, leaving 'em with the initial homestead property, the issue manor
The boys were nothin' out of the ordinary to say the least. We'd see 'em coming into town every so oft, selling bawbling crops hither and there, the occasional hay bales which were left over after the initial season, which didst not amount to much after the close of sale towards the farm, yet other than that, fairly normal. For a while, atleast. Then something changed, the oldest son Brad began to isolate himself inside the homestead. He came out less and less, sales on goods were non-existent, and what little they had left was brought 'i by the youngest son, Neey. It seemed that the eldest had merely neglected the work, and left it merely towards the back of the youngest son.
July 7th, 1953 - Silence
It's been a couple days since I last known from the Demascus boys. I tried to ring 'em up to check 'i , i owe it to their father to at least keep something of a watchful eye over 'em. Nay response. I took a drive up towards the property, 'twere eerily quiet. E'en the forest. Any of the folk 'round hither shall say to thou that when the animals hie silent, trouble is sure to course. I'll see would I canst not get a bear of 'em over the next few days.
July 8th, 1953 - Call
I bid again today, and got no response, yet 'twere still quite early so I decided I'd compose mine way up and see would they were around. As I pulled up, I noticed the eldest son Brad working out back messing around with the corky tractor. He known me pull up, and it seemed like he brushed it off like 'twere nought. I had some bawbling talk with him, and asked about yesterday. The sirrah was most quick to say to me his brother was unwell, and they were not privy about visitors. I imagine that the passing of their father is still on their mind. I don't blame 'em. I granted the son a nod, and I headed back to mine horse. I'll forbear by 'i the morrow again, just to see would I can catch 'em at a better time
July 12th, 1953 - The day where everything changed
I woke up today as i would 'i any normal day, kissed mine wife towards the forehead while she was deeply sleepin', check towards the kids and went out to get mine stuff done.
yet something was feelin' off today, something wasn't right, like reality isn't reality and it's all hold, but for a big dream… I tried to swing these thoughts out of mine pate and tried to continue mine work, treatin' the animals and whatnot, yet then all of sudden the image of the two brothers popped up i' mine pate, as a photo that you've just seen, and the image wouldn't leave.
Methought to myself ''that might not but be a sign!'' and decided to get 'i mine horse and drive to their place.
when i reached there, all's was too quiet, too silent… no birds chirpin', nothin'. I got out of mine horse and tried to bid 'em, ''Brad, Neey! are thou there?'' yet no answers.
normally, i'd allow mine way and let 'em be yet that day i wasn't being myself… a thought befell mine pate, like if some one wanted it to. It quoth ''break in''. I… I would've ne'r thought that would I was mine normal self, i'd just normally hie aroint and… I swear on mine kids' and wife's life.
yet that today i wasn't being mine normal self, i listened to the voice and i broke into their manor, their door slammed against the inside walls while the locks of the door laid broken 'i pieces towards the ground where i stepped and went 'i , what i saw was nought too fancy, an ordinary and cozy home.
there was a corridor, and to mine left, a commons. Down the corridor I could see a staircase, and to its thither was a living room. I shouted and yelled for their names yet there were still no answers, maugre the loud hurlyburly from the door breaking down and the sudden intrusion into the home.
i was suspicious, something was definitely wrong hither. That was when 'tis said something coming from beneath me, ''a basement?" Methought to myself. The weird noises were what I would describe as ''chanting'', like someone was trying to summon something. Finding the basement wasn't too difficult, i found a trapdoor leading to it just after a few minutes searching, i went down a staircase and found myself 'i a dark, eerie corridor. As i went further 'i , the chanting became louder and louder by the time i got closer, at the end of the corridor i could see a door with the slim light i had 'i that dark corridor. As i stood brow to brow with the door, the chanting sounded like 'twere as close as someone was speaking to me 'i mine ear. I reluctantly dupp'd the door, afeard to imagine what i would see. That's when all's changed, what i saw couldn't be described with human words - 'twere , 'i all definitions of the word, inhumane.
what i saw, humanly describing its brow which were also too unfathomable for humans to describe, it looked as an eye, a human eye yet not a normal human eye, 'twere red, all red, yet also seemed to glow 'i every color it wished to, like it resembled his or it's emotions. 'twere air-drawn mid air while the brothers Brad and Neey were kneeled, close to it 'i a type of circle while they mumbled some unrecognizable words. The eye saw me. It looked straight upon me, like it looked through mine soul. After that i don't remember yet is there more, i just remember getting up from mine bed and starting the day like nought befell, like 'twere hold, but for a dream. Nobody would receive me would I told 'em that, like it very ne'r existed. That I but wot what I saw…
July 13th, 1953 - Despair
I tried telling mine wife what befell yesterday yet she told me i've ne'r gotten out of bed and was sleeping all of the time. She e'en told me early at night she woke up to posset water and i was there, towards the bed, sleeping. I started to panic, mine remembrance began to feel blurry and I tried remembering what befell yesterday yet all's was nebulous, like mine memories were erased by someone or something. I wot what i saw, people can't be telling me im crazy. It can't be true can it? no, i'm not crazy, i'm not…
August 9, 1960. - Insanity
It's been seven years since too, it's been 7 years, 7 god damn years. Mine life could be described as hell, that vision is tormenting me aye since it befell, I don't wot what's real anymore, every time I try to remember that day mine mind goes blank and I find myself looking at an empty space, mine issue thinks I went psychotic.... senile.... crazy. , they regard myself should to an asylum. They never wot what they're talking about, i wot what i've seen and e'en if mine mind plays tricks on me i'll ne'r forget, there's not a thing that could causes meself forget, not e'en would I'm bid crazy. I shall forget it…I shall forget it…. I shall forget…. I. Shall. Not. Forget
August 10, 1960. - Hopeless
Today, mine wife decided to leave with the kids, to leave me alone, towards the edge of mine perpetual wink bead with these ungrateful brats. They left me hither , i've fed this issue for years, and doth i get a single thanks. Not a single thanks, not a single one. Ungrateful, so utterly ungrateful. And just because of that god forsaken remembrance i hast been dealt with, yet these notes hast ne'r been dealt 'i mine favor. Aye the ill hand. Aye ill. Ill. Crazy. I never wot what to try next, my existence moves hopelessly.
August 11, 1960. - Visit
I woke up today, as what was now mine usual, i didn't rise of bed and instead just laid there looking at the roof for nought, yet then suddenly 'tis said a knock on mine door, i went downstairs, unpleasant about the sudden interruption, and just when i was about to say to whoever 'twere to fuck off i hark a familiar voice, ''mister James? James Staton? are thou home?'' 'twere that kid's voice, Neey. O' course, 'twere older and deeper yet 'twere definitely him. I rushed over to get the door ope and talk to him.
as anon as i dupp'd the door he greets me with a kiss, of course I have yet another respect and so I kiss him. He proceeds to say to me he and his brothers are moving aroint from this farm, as it's been too long and that ''it's intent hath been fulfilled'', i didst not understand what meant at first yet i just agreed with him and asked him where were they moving to; he then told me they hath not yet decided yet shall belike live as nomads for a while as they are trying to live a new life and they regard they've gathered enough wealth with their farm and ranch for that.
He told me he just came by to say adieu and asked me where the kids and mine wife were. Normally he would hark 'em coming and trying to hug him, or at least mine wife would join and greet him yet today there was nought. Hence I told him that she left with the kids. He looked upon me with a pitying look and quoth that he was sorry it befell, i thanked him for his import.
As he was about to leave, I had to, I needed, so utterly deep within the cells of mine ill mental state which ran mine life, to bid him about that day, e'en though mine memories are blank I want to wot what befell. Hence i asked him,
''kid, a few years back didst i aye break 'i thy house?''
He replied that he didn't remember that aye happening and asked me why would i aye break into their house, giggled, nodded and left.
this shall belike be mine last note, the brothers are leaving town and i canst not live on anymore
August 12, 1960 - Invitation
Today, as i was close to giving it an end to the mental suffering i deal with, the older brother brad befell see me. He asked me if there was aught wrong and that would I wanted to he could talk to me and hark. I be not crazy. I be not.
so i told him all's that befell, while i was speaking he looked directly into mine eyes, like he was trying to search for something inside mine soul. Wherein i finished speaking, he got up and asked me for a hand shake, i had no reason to forswear and didn't understand what that meant at the time so i shaked his hand, afterwards, he asked me would I wanted to join with 'em, at the time, i had no reason to forswear it, i lost all's and was about to end mine own life. Crazy….
crazy. I'm not. Not. not. not…. crazy
so I agreed, and went with 'em.
yet i'll still log all's
September 17, 1960 - Crazy…
I'm not crazy…
not
not
not
not
not
crazy
why doth I hast to hie through this? i haven't forgotten one detail
not one. I don't forget. I won't forget.
this is mine last entry. Mine mind is killing me. softly killing me. Softly.
I do lack to wait as mine last breath softly bubbles out beneath me, ending the voices 'i mine pate. The voices telling me to ne'r forget. I can't forget. Should I forget it's over, I won't forget. Bubbles. Remembrance. Thou shant forget. Shant. Shant. Forget. Thou. Aye.. Die.. Forget thy remembrance.