“It is with no small amount of trepidation that after several months I finally bring pen to paper in regards to the incidents of June 3rd and the events surrounding that day and the weeks that followed. There are… things within this world… terrible things that mortal men have neither the intellectual fortitude to comprehend nor the strength of will to endure. That madness in that house. Good Witney may never speak again. Poor man, and yet when I think upon such things even after so long a time, I too feel it… clawing at me. I shiver to think of its… soft, warm touch once again upon me. My family has spoken to me about my nightmares and my doctors believe that by writing this and sharing what I have experienced… what I have seen… perhaps then I will find some semblance of peace. I can only pray to God they are right.”

“Really?” wrote Michelle, “Lovecraft?”

“Do not question my genius!” replied Puni.

“I question your sanity.”

“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Sir Fluffernut Warm Spot wgah’nagl fhtagn!!”