October 31, 2023
I found it in the attic today. The old journal that grandfather warned me about. Its leather binding feels strangely warm to the touch, as if alive.
There are symbols on the cover I don't recognize. They seem to shift when I'm not looking directly at them.
I should never have opened it.
November 2, 2023
The whispers started last night. Faint at first, but growing louder. They're coming from the journal.
I tried to burn it today. The flames turned blue and wouldn't touch the pages.
It's watching me. I know it is.