Perfurar's Journal #13

We made our way up the stairs, creaking, cracking, one step at a time. The place feels, hollow, empty, devoid of life, hallowed life at least. One room had a swaddle cloth, but no baby. Another, a pair of flesh-free childrens corpses, It depressed me greatly, reminding me of my sister Irmã and I, and how we could have ended up, how many of our friends did. There were the odd skeleton in a chest and even an apparition of the nurse-maid that attacked me, but was dispelled swiftly. After travelling through a second hidden doorway, we found stairs that spiralled far down into a literal and maddening abyss. 
There we found a sort of cursed catacomb strewn with cultish belongings and lodging, a crypt with disgusting centipedes that swarmed out all over Leviathon. We tried to find the source of damned chanting, being ambushed by a number of ghoulish fiends that crawled out of the very earth! They were dealt with, but the cantors remain.