Journal Entry 65 - December 4th, 1888 – 6:27 a.m.
At the time of which I write this, I am under Dr. Grimshawe’s care. I hear Edgar and Bierce are well, but Clifford and Mason are not expected to live. I can only describe the events as an utter nightmare, and I still don’t fully understand what we witnessed. We rode to ‘Spookinite Valley’ around sunset, all with lanterns. We also brought Prince with us, who had sniffed an article of clothing from Mr. Moore’s home. The cold wind bit our faces, especially after we crossed the covered bridge. Prince led us to the abandoned mansion, from which light surprisingly shone. He bayed while staring at the house, but he would not advance any nearer. We dismounted and proceeded up to the entrance. Meanwhile, the bloodhound only whined louder.
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