Warren Besarts Account

A copy of the account of Warren Besart to the investigators about what happened when he was employed by the Carlyle Expedition.
A Lawyer contacted me-must have been five, six years ago; January, or maybe February. I agreed to act as a purchasing agent for Mr Roger Carlyle, a wealthy American. In written instructions from Mr Carlyle, I purchased certain artifacts from Faraz Najjar, an antiquities dealer, and illegally shipped them out of Egypt to the The Penhew Foundation in London. That was early April, I think, so they'd be there for when they got in from New York. I know the artefacts were ancient, but nothing more.
When theThe Carlyle Expedition came to Egypt in May, was it? I met them and arranged for all their equipment and permits, and they invited me to travel with them in case there were any local difficulties. Their main site was art Dashur, in the area of the Bent pyramid.
One day at Dashur, Jack Brady came to me and told me that Carlyle, Hypatia Masters, Sir Aubrey Penhew, and Dr Robert Huston had entered the Bent Pyramid and had vanished. Brady was up in arms and suspected foul play, since the diggers had already fled the site and work come to a standstill. We did not know what to do, so we... drank.
The next morning, Carlyle and the others reappeared. They were excited by some tremendous find but what it was, they would not say; nor did I learn, for Sir Aubrey was a fiend for secrecy. All of them had changed in some inexplicable way, and not for the better. I did not ask further.
That evening, an old Egyptian woman visited me. She said that her son had been one of the diggers. She said the diggers had fled because Carlyle and the others had consorted with an ancient evil, The Messenger of the Black Wind. She said that she could recognize that the souls of all the Europeans, save Brady and Myself, were lost. If I wanted proof, I should go to the collapsed pyramid at Meidum the night before the dark of the moon, at the time when the moon is slimmest. God help me, I went.
I took one of the trucks, pretending to leave for a night in the pleasure quarter of Cairo. But instead, I drove the 20 miles south to Meidum and secreted myself where she advised. There in the midnight blackness I saw Carlyle and the others disport themselves in obscene rituals with a hundred madmen. The very desert came alive, crawling and undulating towards the ruins of the pyramid. to my horror, the stone ruins themselves became a skeletal bulging-eyed thing!
Strange creatures emerged from the sands, grasped the dancing celebrants and, one by one, tore out their throats, killing all until only the Eropeans and one other robed celebrant remained.
Something more loomed out of the sand, the size of an elephant but with five separate shaggy heads. then I realised what it was but it is madness to speak of it! I saw it rise and in a great ravening, swallow as one all the torn corpses, leaving only five amidst the stench of the blood soaked sands alive.
I fainted. When I recovered, I wandered into the desert. There further horrors awaited me. Stumbling up a rise before dawn, I saw beyond hundreds of dark sphinxes, rank upon rank drawn up and waiting for the hour of madness when they will spring forth to devour the world! I fainted again and, this time, I left the world for many months.
the man found me. For two years he and his mother cared for me-mem a man mindless and adrift. Eventually, I came back to Cairo. but I began to dream! Only Hashish helps me now, or opium if it can be found. My supply is low again and my life is intolerable without it. Will you good, kind people contribute? only strong drugs keep me from my madness. Everything is lost. there is no hope for any of us. Everywhere they wait. 
Perhaps you will join me in a pipe? Yes?