I am writing this, hoping that someone will read this and think of me, not as a madman, but a person that has fallen in grave danger, I should have listen to the man but the curiosity got the best of me, see I have found and old relic of a pipe in a secluded antiquated colonial store that sells dusty old tomes and curious items, the man told me the item was cursed, but I did not believe in this sort of thing, the pipe it self was a black meerschaum with a relif of a youth with a crown leaf on its head, it was beautiful, it had a grip on my soul, ever since i have smoked it, this thing has been following me, my days have been long and I have not sleep in what seems to be days, I have been dosing my self with a healthy amount of morphine to forget, now i find my self in a abandoned farm, they said a family used to live here and that the well was somohow poisend, there is green liquid everywere on the floor, I hear the foot steps, oh god!! I see its hand, its trying to force its way in!!! those yellow bulging EYES, dear god help me!!! the window, YES!! THE WINDOW!!! I MUST GO TO THE WINDOW!!!
OCTOBER 12TH 2016 a body was found near a farm house, it was of hextor, police confirmed the death as a suicide, he had jumped of the third floor window, they think he was in need of psychiatric treatment, his suicide letter was found, but is was incomprehensible, he died with a curious pipe in his hand.