Journal Entry 85 - December 4th, 1888 – 6:27 a.m. [Continued]
At the top was the face of a moon, not unlike the ones painted on moon dials. Stars and moon phases surrounded it, as well. Whoever sewed this did so with the finest craftsmanship—and it is this fact that unsettles me. The yowl of a feline then startled us; to my confoundment, standing in the candlelight was a black cat far too comparable to the one Thomas obsessively wrote about in his journal. ‘Tobias,’ I uttered. The cat yowled again and leapt through a doorway. At once, we followed the cat, when unexpectedly, Bierce, Edgar, and I realized Mason was no longer at our side. We yelled his name many times, but like Clifford, Mason never answered. The three of us eventually lost the cat, but we stumbled upon the cellar entrance. We each took lamps from other rooms of the house before entering. And thus, one by one, we made our descent.
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