Dear brother Martin,

I write to you in despair as I believe something has followed me from our dear father's home. The night of his passing struck us all but considering his frail constitution, it was not surprising. I say that our father was mad when he said that the goblin crawls around the house. I fear for myself, brother, as when I snuff out the light. I see something jittering in the dark. Please come quick, for I have caught glimpses of it as it peeks around the furniture. A demon with elongated fingers, skin pitch black, small like a newborn, and bearing a single white eye that shines softly in the pitch darkness.

I care not if you think me mad but, I think this is what haunted father. Brother, I have tried to pursue it but, I can only guess where it is in the dark. I fear the shadows as I hear it squirm and hiss. I have felt its disgusting presence in my bed as it peeks from the edges. I don't want to believe it's real; I don't want to think that our bedridden father was alone day in and out with this thing crawling about in the dark. It's going to drive me mad... it calls my name. It calls me in hush whispers during the day, but at night it shrieks as it screams my name through the house. I pray for the morning as I feel it trashing the house. I pray that what I see peeking into my room late at night is not that god-forsaken abomination. I can't get out. Please come over before night falls. I beg of you........

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Your dear brother,

Federick Raroco