The Journal of L

Please, do not get close to them... They're far from monsters. They're worse. You can't kill them. They're--- (the rest of the entry is smudged with blood)

A journal found within an Ashseeker. It belongs to the person with pseudonym, L. No one knows their true identity.
However, it is safe to say that the author was devoured by the Ashseekers.

Historical Details

Background

Those who read the journal concludes that it belongs to a Kholodnese due to the names "Rosalyn", "Yuri" and "Alyona".
A crude drawing of a creature can be found inside the journal. It seems to depict an amalgamation with no eyes and pinhole mouths.
The author emphasizes on its whisper and it is implied that they lost their sanity at some point before regaining it at the last moment.

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The Journal of L

The voices in my head whisper.
They came to me one day, speaking in a language that I could not understand. If I cover my ears, the whispers are loud.
What are they trying to tell me?
The Ashseekers moved closer.

---

I have gotten used to the voices.
I still can't understand what they said. But I found comfort in having another to speak to. I doubt they understand me either.
There was crawling.
The Ashseekers are close.

---

Cold hands crept onto my arms.
My body numb.
Hungry... thirsty...
The voices talked to me.
"Don't worry. I am here..." They said.
I believed them.

---

I cried.
I remembered my wife and my children. How long am I trapped here?
How long since I've seen them?
I want to go home.
Rosalyn. Yuri. Alyona. I'm sorry I left you.
"You don't need them," The voice said, "I am here."
I cried.

---

I have gained my sanity momentarily.
I don't know how long I have before that "thing" comes back.
An amalgamation of nightmares. I thought it was an Ashseeker, but it was worse than that. It's all skin. Just... skin.
No eyes. Pinhole mouth. Fingers stuck with each other.
Whispering over and over and over...
I can still hear its voice in my head.
Gods, if you are truly there, please... please make this end.
I can't take it! I can't take it anymore!
Gav-no! It's coming back!
I beg of you, whoever finds this journal please...
Please, do not get close to them... They're far from monsters. They're worse. You can't kill them. They're---

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Type

Journal, Personal

Medium

Paper