Call of Cthulhu: Letters from Arkham
Alex MacMorn’s Notebook
By Alex MacMorn - Late 19th Century.
English, handwritten by Alex MacMorn. Late 19th Century.
The book is neither tidy nor thorough and much of the writing is indecipherable. None of it is dated but it appears to be in chronological order. The book makes severel cryptic references to MacMorn’s “pets,” which he apparently brought back from Africa with him. There are also a number of mentions of a place called “T’gaorl,” a city deep in the African jungles which he discovered on his travels. The more interesting of the legible entries, in order of appearance are:
“All is going well. The common folk now hate and fear me sufficiently to shun the house entirely. Douglas and Yuba have finished planting the trees. My great experiment is about to begin.”
“I am feeding them as the Witch Doctor told me. They are growing strong, and their hunger increases. All is well.”“The idiots in the village came bringing Christmas gifts as they say is customary. T’was fortunate there was nothing hanging in the store room.”
“No one in Edinburgh seems to have knowledge of the tomes I seek. I am loath to seek further afield as I need much gold to buy food for my pets, yet t’would be as well to have more knowledge before they are fully grown. What shall I do, I wonder?”
“That scum Lennox sought to cheat me. The corpses were fresh and un-hung. Good fortune that I had the sense to keep back some of the contents of the crypt. My pets seem particularly fond of mother. Perhaps they can somehow tell who it is they eat.”
“I am running short of gold and the things are still not full grown. I have tried to get them to sleep as I saw in the city of T’gaorl but they hunger still. Soon I will have no choice but to feed them sheep.”
The final entry reads:
“Today they tasted blood for the first time. I must now trust to God, but I have forgotten how. At least if I die, the foolish villagers will not come here for many years and the things will as like perish of hunger. Yet they should be full grown by now. Why will they not sleep? Why? Why?”
In the front of the book is a small, dirty scrap of paper on which is scribbled in MacMorn’s hand but in careful, capital letters, the incantation “ NIHAR CTHOR HAG NAATHI IST’HE GHLAN GHEIHNT’HOR”.
Found in MacMorn Manor in Strathmorn, Scotland, by Benjamin Willows, Liam Smith, and Chip Mathers. January 2, 1926.