Once again I have seen with my own eyes the horrors that come from beyond human ken. I wonder how often PI5 operatives like mr. Claude Ropes and his presumably military and definitely unmannered doorman gets to witness such things that rend the veil of dream that is draped across the eyes of mankind.
From my companions’ reactions I suspect they haven’t previously seen such horrors as I have, though many are the horrors facing man, and one might hide such experiences deeply in order to get by. Most doubted the notion that the spirit we were to encounter was real. I almost feel guilty for leading them into this situation, but I couldn’t have done it without gradually introducing the concept that the supernatural is, in fact, too often natural.
We were asked to go to the Miskatonic hospital to speak with a mr. Rupert Merriweather who was at his death-bed. He and some of his friends had, thirty years ago, done something awful that must be corrected. Mr. Merriweather would leave this mortal coil while we were there, but he managed to deliver to us a tin box with the instruction to “return it from whence it came”. I expected “it” to refer to something other than the box. Eager to look at its contents, we retired to Professor Berglund’s quarters to inspect it away from prying eyes.
In the tin box there was a golden casket, a thin journal and the deed and key to a cottage.
The casket resembled a sarcophagus. There was no Lapiz or other inlay, only hieroglyphic inscriptions on its golden corpus. We found it to be empty, but its lid was inscribed with another sort of glyphs. I first thought them to be Mayan in origin, but their composition and symbolic meaning reminded me of something else. During my travels I was adviced to seek out a text called Ponape scriptures. These, I have been told, are supposedly texts from the lost continent of Mu. The divine rulers of Egypt are in some myths descendants of Mu.
In the journal mr Merriweather mentions that the casket held a piece of amber with some unidentified arthropod within. While it is most unusual to find amber pieces entombed in ancient Egyptian graves, this was a puzzling find. The reference to Mu made me think that this once was entombed to keep it from the light of day. Exactly why mr. Merriweather and his coven wanted to summon its spirit I am not certain.
They had, through trying a variety of magic rituals, failed to summon the spirit encased in the amber until they had come across the book “De Vermiis Mysteriis”, the mysteries of the worm. Translating a ritual from it to summon and bind the creature, they had set to it, not taking into account what horrors they might experience. The Egyptian casket ought to have set them to find Egyptian rituals before, not the bastardised systems of the Abramelic dolts and so-called sorcerers of that new dawn. The creature described in the journal might very well be one such as described in Exodus, as summoned by Moses.
11:4 And Moses said, Thus saith the LORD, About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt:
11:5 And all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the first born of Pharaoh that sitteth upon his throne, even unto the firstborn of the maidservant that is behind the mill; and all the firstborn of beasts.
There is no GOD to protect us, but there is a power by which a man might work miracles. The Egyptians knew this power, and Moses released an invisible, bloodthirsty beast. That great sorcerer could control it, Hebrew children were spared, their parents instructed in how to ward off the spirit by inscribing spells on their doors.
We arrived at the small house the coven had used for their rituals to find its entrances prepared with spells against malign spirits. There was no ward against hobos, of which there was one, hiding in the basement. He took a fright and ran off. We did not see him alive again.
After searching the kitchen and living room I found a cigar box. Inside I found some yellowed paper, a small tin box and a small wooden box. While professor Bobrikow stoked the fireplace I read the papers and found them to be the ritual, transcribed and translated from De Vermiis Mysteriis. I suspect the group never owned a copy, but were allowed to borrow one, I would like to find out from where.
The spirit, or devil, was supposedly free to roam now that mr. Merriweather was deceased, but it would reveal itself to be in the attic. Professor Bobrikow was grievously wounded by the foul thing as he climbed the ladder and it launched itself at his face. That dandy gangster mr. Fairlane let loose a rain of bullets into the loft while dr. St.Martin and myself heaved Prof. Bobrikow away from the stairs. With a couple of tourniques around his head we pulled him into mr. Ogmore’s run-down old car and drove for our lives back to Arkham. At first I thought I would have to perform a bit of alchemy, but further inspection of the text and with prof. Berglund’s expertise in Chemistry, we found that we had everything we needed. The small tin contained the crushed amber, mixed with red sulphur. Its resemblance to al-Kibrit al-Ahmar in composition and appearance is intriguing. The wooden box contained what was described in mr. Merriweather’s journal as Dust of Ibn-Ghazi, used to make the spirit visible. I insisted that we went back to the cottage that very same evening, after aquiring some supplies for the ritual.
We started the ritual at midnight, all ready for chanting except, of course, professor Bobrikow. I had prepared the circle and braziers and threw a pinch of the dust on the fire. This was to call upon the spirit and make it come to us. We were to chant for about two hours. Several manifestations of the spirit’s powers appeared during that time. The house shook, the cries of the dead were heard and the evil spirit awakened its dead victims to break into the house and destroy us. Acid poured from the ceiling and the undead puppets threw pieces of wood and broken glass at us. Had we not been as many to chant, then we could not have banished the spirit, nor survived that night. I had forgotten how a normal person might react to these things, but my companions’ suffering this night was first and foremost of mental and spiritual nature, excepting prof. Bobrikow, of course.
I have brought the dust of Ibn-Ghazi back to PI5 for analysis and offer to perform said analysis from an alchemical point of view. Alchemy is both a suitable and competent field to deal with this, but a chemist would be able to provide a scientific perspective on the material.
If there are research assignments you need me for I would be very interested.
Prof. Ingram Locke
Current residence at New York Hotel the Pierre, room 403