Journal Entry 27 - May 14th, 1883
Last night, I heard something whispered throughout my sleep. An oddly familiar poem perhaps? I feel as though I had heard it before. My recollection cannot be false. There existed a book of nursery rhymes that was read to me during my boyhood. Although no one else seems to recall this book, I remember its grotesque contents. The words never soothed, and the illustrations were more than simply ink upon paper. They felt all too real, as were the nightmares they summoned within my mind. How distinctly I can remember each rhyme and the unpleasant dreams that followed. I do recall vague narratives, though their conclusions were never hopeful. I wonder who would write such things?
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