Journal Entry 84 - December 4th, 1888 – 6:27 a.m. [Continued]
He was convinced the family cat, Tobias, was the harbinger of the shadowy morbidity from which—as everyone understands it—he and his wife ultimately perished. Before I could finish, Mason and Bierce shouted to us that Clifford had gone missing. At once, we hastened downstairs. We followed them into an adjoining hall from the antechamber, calling his name; yet only the tick-tocking pendulum clock resounded distantly, and Clifford was not found. We then beheld what seemed to us a coat of arms with the most singular heraldic motto: ‘Nox Aeterna.’ And beneath this Latin phrase was the word by which everyone calls the valley: ‘Spookinite.’ Moreover, the impression this curious tapestry burned into my mind is one I am not to forget; a bat and owl proudly glared at me, while a skull and crossbones lay beneath the centerpiece: a Jack-O’-Lantern.
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