《Adam Eldiritch’s Journal》


 My Name Is Adam Eldiritch

    My name is Adam Eldiritch.


    To anyone who comes across this will discover the many secrets of Eldiritch Asylum.


    I wrote down everything that I possibly could about this asylum. I lost a lot of patients and even doctors.


    I presume the doctors, nurses and patients have their own stories to tell. Stories hidden from the human eye, and yet to be uncovered. However, my story is meant for the eyes of many. People did to see the mistakes I made, the warnings I ignored by building this asylum.


    I wanted Eldiritch Asylum to be a haven, a home to welcome the sick in need. I wanted to cure them all. I discovered one thing, and that is not every patient can or wants to be cured. Some are simply sick due to their twisted, and forbidden desires.


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    I advise you, for your own sake to get out of this asylum while you can. It will change you into one of them, causing you to rot away.


    This place that carries my name is no place at all. It¡¯s a living creature, hideous and craving for flesh. Those that enter into its mouth, are swallowed whole. If any escape, they never seem the same by the curse that latches on to them like a leech.


    I apologize to you all for what I did, this was my doing. I didn¡¯t mean to cause this harm upon anyone, I wanted to cure a world of the misunderstanding. Instead, they changed me from a man of hope, and seeking for a brighter future. They changed the man into one of them, the sick is what we would call them.


    When I finish this journal, I will have everything to say. Either my heart will give itself up, or someone will come and take my life away. For now I am safe, locked in my office where I do not eat, nor do I sleep. I do not find rest until I am done, done writing my story of this place.


    This is my name, this is my curse, and soon this will be my end.


    This is Eldiritch Asylum.

 Eldiritch Insane Asylum

    This place was once native territory, cursed to the white men that took their land.


    What I saw as establishment, became my grandest mistake. All I could see was wide acres, for a fair price.


    This was their revenge on the white man that led them to rot, along with their children. The white man will face agony, suffering, and mentally crack as they did. That was the curse brought upon this land.


    This was not brought upon me by the man that sold the house, but by a strange native woman.


    She had white ratty hair, and rough wrinkled skin. Her eyes were that of the sky, and when I stared into it, it was as if I was living the terrible past she had lived in during her youth. Her clothes were dirty, torn and raggedly.


    I didn¡¯t believe in curses, nor did I believe in stories told by one wretched woman. I was arrogant to listen, and arrogant to see heed her warning. That was the day I bought the land, and that was the day that the curse was brought upon my name.


    I laughed in her face ,and told her off as if she was some crazed woman telling me a folklore. But as I took my eye off that very second, I could hear her voice. It was as if she was mumbling voices, chanting about something. When I glanced back from the land I was happy to buy, and to the woman, it was as if she was never there.


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    I thought of it no more, as I stared upon the empty land that was mine. I thought to myself, this was will bring a bright future to the ever going city of Ravenwood. I thought I was a brilliant man to buy something in the outskirts of that city of darkness, secrets, agony. I just welcomed a curse upon my own curse, as there was no hope for the city, neither will there be any hope for what became my home.


    I could remember night after night, I was filled with strange dreams. I woke up screaming in agony and fear, as it felt so real, and yet it wasn¡¯t.


    I remembered how the dream would play out, same one every night. I stand there in front of the building, with souls of the lost lined up. A sign of the building lit up in front of me, reading ¡°Eldirtich Insane Asylum¡±. When I walked up the steps, twisting pushing the doors open, there she was. Her eyes glowing a green aura, and a hand on my shoulder. She was chanting words, not of English, and yet I was all I remembered was my backing away. As I backed away, the lost souls grabbed in as they sink into the ground, I with them. As I sunk low, my body decayed until there was nothing but a skull. It was a message of my death, a message of me rotting with this asylum along with those around me that died. I did not listen to this message, as I did not believe that even a dream could foreshadow my end.


    I kept focusing on my asylum. as I remembered it was a warm and breezy spring day when the construction started in 1922. I could hear the birds singing, and the crows cawing, many crows cawing if I were to count. It was as if they cried murder, but I didn¡¯t seem to bat one eye to that.


    I remember it was October 31, 1923 when the building was done. Strange day for an asylum to be done on Halloween, but none the less the doors were finally opened.


    Hence this is where I had my first patient, one of the most ruthless and disturbing men I ever face.