Eyewitness account of possible cult sacrifice found in a diary

Three days ago in the early spring evening, I decided to take a long walk in a sparsely populated forest area a couple of miles from my home.  The evening dark was starting to set in when I entered a small forest trail that I had not earlier walked, but I have heard from friends that it would be a nice long stroll through the forest.

How wrong they were. Only after half a mile, I must have taken a wrong turn in the dim lights of the forest as the path became less and less visible. I was lost, but not afraid as the forest usually is a friendly place and I was pretty familiar with the surrounding area. So I walked on. Though it was new territory, I did not get really scared until I started finding these man-made structures.

Stick sculptures pinned together in a sort of pyramid shape. The first one I found just aroused my curiosity, but as I walked on and found more of these peculiar structures in different sizes and arrangements I had this really bad feeling. The feeling got worse as several of the eerie sculptures appeared to have dead animal parts hanging in them. What are they? Who made them? At this point, I decided to turn around and head home as fast as I could.

But I was lost. As the panic started to stir in me, my breathing increased and everywhere I saw these evil sculptures. I started running and must have been running for at least 10 minutes when I was stopped by the sound of faint human voices.

At first I was relieved, but as my breathing became less strained, the voices appeared….dead. They chanted words in some arcane and unearthly language. I can’t remember the details. I heard ”Hastur”, ”Hali”, ”Karkosa”. The dead voices haunted me.

Against my better judgment I hesitantly moved closer to the voices. Fearful but curious. The chanting was calling me. If only I had made a saner choice. I wish that I never had seen what I saw.

In a deep gorge of the forest in front of a massive Oak I saw figures dressed in tattered, dirty, hooded robes. The cloth was a sickly yellow I have never seen before. Their faces were hidden behind pallid masks that made my whole body shiver. On their robes was a whirly sign that had an almost hypnotic effect on me. I knew that now that I had seen this sign, my life was different. And the voices. The voices. ”Hastur”, ”Hastur”, ”Hastur” all chanted in the voice of one, but at the same time in the voice of thousands. Dancing in a ritual around the tree. It felt like they were performing some kind of twisted play.

But what really made me question my sanity was the thing tied to the tree. What must once have been a woman, now naked and wearing a tree crown with animal horns was tied kneeling in front of the tree. On her back that horrible sign was carved into her flesh. I only hoped that she was already dead.

And in the massive tree, those horrible tree sculptures! With this new meaning they now appeared more evil than ever in their construction. I realized that my only chance now was to run. To run as fast as I could from this living hell performed as a play.

So I did. I ran as fast and as for as long as I could. The last thing I remeber was the image of a King in Yellow, with no face, calling for me. He knew my name. He knew my thoughts

I woke two days later in the hospital. I had been found laying naked on dirt road by a couple passing by. On my back was a circular meat wound that had appeared to been carved into my back.

I know that my time is short. I hear the dead voice. I see the King and I have found the Yellow Sign. I am already dead. I only hasten to write this down so that you, the reader, can avoid a fate similar to mine.