THE BOOK
8-14-1996
I sit here, my last candle flickering, casting shadows upon my paper. When the candle goes out, I shall not be able to write any further. Not that it matters, for when it does, the demons of the dark shall be upon me, and I shall be no more.
Yes, the demons do exist, contrary to what you may have heard or read.
I should have never opened that dreaded book, or read the accursed words. But being the fool that I am, I did, and now I shall pay for it with my life.If only I had enough candles to last until dawn. Not that the coming of dawn would scare them away. I am sure that in that case, they would make at least one attempt in the early morning dawn to seize me.Instead, they wait... It's as if they know I don't have much longer. The candle stands only one-half inch now - I have no matches left. I tried burning the book earlier, but the damn thing won't burn. I dare not burn this, my final sheet, of paper - word MUST be gotten to whoever finds the book and my corpse...DON'T READ THE BOOK...