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    November1854, Les Bains France

    I have no one to write this to, and no hope that it will ever be found but it seems to me no crime to not attempt to put down my own, perhaps, unbelievable experience of evil. Why I myself inherited it, I do not know, but I hope to discover that fact eventually. I was taken away from my home long ago , so long that I had nearly forgotten this accursed place, that I once called my own. Being here brings a long flow of painful memories to mind and I find it is quite ironic how I was born here, died here and shall die again here...
    It was 1724, and I had a promising life for young man of my age. I worked as a librarian in one of France's most bountiful source of archives, from all over the world. It was here that I gained a peculiar interest for history. I grew a thirst for knowledge, that even to this day, I still posses. But this is what condemned me to shadow.
    Even though I had achieved a life of prosperity, I had a swelling sadness. I wanted to witness history, I wanted to take part in it, I wanted to become it. It may sound ludicrous as it does now to me but it was true. I began staying later at the library, avoiding all the ones I loved and cared for. I only hovered over the most brutal and savage topics of the past and the piles of books that I indulged my self with had only increased my sorrow, which slowly hardened into hatred. For a period, I can honestly say I was insanely obsessed. Abandoning my duties, I was eventually disbanded from my prized work as a librarian, which only added an immense wave to my ridiculous emotions. I had let time, rationality and pride lull me into believing there would be no consequences to my own sadness and hatred. I now see back then I had not known sorrow in it's true form. I admitted my guilt to myself even in that first moment of true solitude.
    Fear and helplessness. I had only a minute or two at my disposal. Then with a sudden rush of foul, cold air an immense presence was upon me, so that I could hardly see, and my entire being began to rise. I was enveloped and blinded in an instant, and I felt I must be dying, though from what I could not tell. In the midst of it I had the strangest vision of youth and loveliness, a feeling more than a vision, a sense of myself much younger and full of love for someone or something. Perhaps that is the way one dies. If so, when my time comes - and it will come soon, whatever terrible form shall it take - I hope this vision will be with me again like so long ago, in the last moment.
    After this I remember nothing, but a nothing that lasted for a period I could not and still cannot measure. When I came slowly to my self again, I was amazed to find myself alive. I could not see or hear in the first seconds. It was like emerging from a deep sleep, and my awakening was immediately followed by a comprehension that I was in pain, that my whole body was terribly weak and ached profoundly, that there was a burning in my right leg, my throat and head. The air around me was cold and dank, and whatever I lay on was immensely cold so that I felt chilled all over. This sensation was followed by light - a dim light but enough to convince me that I was not blind and that my eyes were open. This light and pain convinced me that I was alive. I began to remember what I thought at first must have been the evening before. Then I understood with a sudden plunging of my heart that I was in the custody of evil; that is why I seemed surrounded by the very smell of evil.
    I moved my limbs as cautiously as I could and managed through my great weakness to turn my head and lift it. My sight was blocked by a dim wall not four inches away, but the feeble light I'd already perceived came in from above it. I sighed and heard my own sigh; this made me believe I could still hear and that I was simply in so silent a place that it had given me the illusion of deafness. I listened harder than ever, and hearing nothing I raised myself cautiously to a sitting position. The action sent miserable pain and weakness through all my limbs, and I felt my head throbbing. In the sitting position I regained more of my own sense and realized I was sitting on stone, and the low wall on each side of me helped me prop myself up. There was a terrible buzzing in my head which seemed to fill the space around me. It was a dim space as I've said, silent and dwindling to the darkness in the corners. I felt around with my hands. I was sitting up in an open sarcophagus.

    To Be Continued.........