My Fellow Gentlemen
I was dismayed at the spectral response my previous missive invoked. Perhaps you were cast into wonder by my tale of phantasmagoria. I assure all within is true. I consult with you my fellow scribblers for further insights into these happenings or perhaps a like minded anecdote to assure myself sane. I will further endeavor if only to chronicle my own descent.
My investigations into the night time haunting of the greensward located southerly of my estate proved fruitful today. Impatient I journeyed into the park with the safety of broad daylight. The denizens of the sporting club paid me little mind, gentry I was beneath their consideration.
The establishment was neatly manicured and wholly sincere from the strolling paths that allowed access to the golfing pitches. It was not until I veered from the narrow way of the path that I found what is sought.
After some work I found myself within a hallow created by life and fell trees. It was here I first encountered a sinister turn of humor. The air itself oppressive I did not intend to linger but I could apprehend the location had been used on several occasions. The ground well worn and glass and wax remains were cast off for the undergrowth. It was amongst this refuse I spied my first clue though it was in truth little more than a torn fragment of a tome. The text itself was banal and uninformative but the fragment did hold a title. The book in question was a translation of the Lesser Key of Solomon by a minor British scholar S.L.M. Mathers.
My insight into the maters within the book are stunted at best. I believe it points toward a theosophical society but even this I am unsure. The noted professor of eastern mysticism Cornelious R. Woest has been included in my series of missives perhaps he could illuminate us.
My many thanks for your indulgence
J.L. Reichl
I was dismayed at the spectral response my previous missive invoked. Perhaps you were cast into wonder by my tale of phantasmagoria. I assure all within is true. I consult with you my fellow scribblers for further insights into these happenings or perhaps a like minded anecdote to assure myself sane. I will further endeavor if only to chronicle my own descent.
My investigations into the night time haunting of the greensward located southerly of my estate proved fruitful today. Impatient I journeyed into the park with the safety of broad daylight. The denizens of the sporting club paid me little mind, gentry I was beneath their consideration.
The establishment was neatly manicured and wholly sincere from the strolling paths that allowed access to the golfing pitches. It was not until I veered from the narrow way of the path that I found what is sought.
After some work I found myself within a hallow created by life and fell trees. It was here I first encountered a sinister turn of humor. The air itself oppressive I did not intend to linger but I could apprehend the location had been used on several occasions. The ground well worn and glass and wax remains were cast off for the undergrowth. It was amongst this refuse I spied my first clue though it was in truth little more than a torn fragment of a tome. The text itself was banal and uninformative but the fragment did hold a title. The book in question was a translation of the Lesser Key of Solomon by a minor British scholar S.L.M. Mathers.
My insight into the maters within the book are stunted at best. I believe it points toward a theosophical society but even this I am unsure. The noted professor of eastern mysticism Cornelious R. Woest has been included in my series of missives perhaps he could illuminate us.
My many thanks for your indulgence
J.L. Reichl
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