June 1, 1924:

I cannot believe what I have seen. It defies all explanation, all reason. I was out camping in the woods when I saw it. The sky opened up, and I saw things that no human was ever meant to see. The stars themselves seemed to writhe and twist, as if alive. I felt a madness creeping over me, a madness that I cannot shake. I cannot sleep, cannot eat, cannot think of anything else but what I have seen.

June 6, 1924:

The visions are getting worse. I see things that should not be, things that defy all logic and reason. I cannot describe them, for there are no words to capture their horror. I feel as if my mind is being pulled apart, piece by piece. I cannot escape the madness that grips me, cannot find peace or solace anywhere.

June 8, 1924:

I have tried to tell others, to warn them of the horrors that lurk just beyond our sight. But no one will listen to me. They call me crazy, a lunatic, a madman. They do not understand the things that I have seen, the things that I know to be true. I am alone in my madness, alone in my terror.

July 16, 1924:

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