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This script was found on table in main hall in castle of Gordons family in north England, along with empty bottle of wine, a glass with remains of white wine, several strange books and freshly torn box of 7.62 mm Nagant ammunition, from which was only single bullet taken.
Following writing is located at the end of journal of Cameron Gordon, which is considered his testament. It, what is written below, is regarded as figments of imagination of insane human and is only strengthening a rumor which circulates around a family of Gordons and it, the Gordon's madness.
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Me, lord Cameron Gordon, son of Thomas and Lillian Gordons, and probably – hopefully – last surviving bloodline member of my family, at the end of powers, both physical and mental, declare what is written bellow as my testament and testimony, that my ancestors were allied with something even worst, than Beelzebub himself. The rest, what is written in my journal, is only evidence I gathered about it.
I don't even know where to begin. I heard stories, that my ancestor, James Gordon, signed a contract with devil, to gain power and prestige to his moribund family. I never believed them and considered them only as stories to scare little kids. But now, after three weeks of investigation, I found my doubts were right. James Gordon didn't sign a contract with devil, but he allied with something even more horrible, then devil. Something, which is far beyond our imaginations.
I will not be describing this esoteric order James discovered at aborigines in south America, there are many details about it in my journal and books I found. All I will say, that from all pagan religions that are in world, why did he had to choose right this one? The Esoteric Order of Aqg'eruos Dig'ms, with their main God, the Vendl'mia Lac'erus? Why he had to choose this sea beast? I think I now understand, why is this castle build so close to sea, and there are many rivers, ponds and lakes around, and also, its strange name.
The price, which his descendants had to pay for it, is… What word could I use, to describe it? Unreasonable? Yes, that should do it.
As soon as I started my investigation at behalf of my uncle, may he rest in peace, I encountered wild and very lively nightmares, together with hallucinations and in last part, hearing demonical voices in my head. In first days, I was hardly noticing them and did not attach any attention. Nightmares were at child level and imaginations lasted only maximally for three seconds, but more I investigated – the deeper I was digging into history of our family – the worst it had gotten. I couldn't sleep longer than two hours without waking up with scream, warped with sweat and my bed linen threw around room. I was been forced to use sedatives sometime, so I could gather strength to continue in my investigation. Again, I will not be writing about my dreams here, they can all be found in my journal with every tinny little detail.
And those hallucinations. Yes, those hallucinations. At first, I only saw walking women in doors, which I thought was a curtain, moved by gust of wind, but after few days, I had what to do, to don't collapse and commit suicide. All this blood pouring from paintings in our castle, strange shadows appearing on walls, terrible squamous faces looking at me from behind windows at night… When it began, I thought there were ghosts in this castle, which were trying to drive me out – thinking of it now, I would be glad for ghosts. You can at least live with them.
I was afraid. I was very afraid. I was jumping at the slightest suspicious sound I heard in this castle and many times I thought my heart will stop from this fear. I have to say, I would be glad if it would stop many days ago, so I didn't had to experience all of this. But at least, I am save now, and I saved my family.
Oh, I am just remembering all of it. I will never forget, how were those og'chsteias chasing me trough the Black Oak Mine. Yes, I think no one would survive there. Thankfully, I won't remember all those horrors for long – one hour maximally.
Hmm… Thinking of it now, at different circumstances and if there would be better solution than the one, I am preparing to do, from all those notes, scriptures and information's, I could became very successful horror writer.
Dammit, I am running out of time. I can hear them digging through fallen debris in basement. I thought explosion I made in that secret hallway, leading into sanctuary will hold them up much longer. Thankfully, there is still plenty of dynamite ready in basement. I carefully arranged it, so the castle will be still standing and nobody would notice the explosion. It will take few days, before things will totally calm down and I don't want this "curse" to repeat again.
So, to sum it up. It, what are peoples calling the Gordon's madness is a true. The tax for James for help, was that his descendants will became insane in particular ways. All those murders, rapes and homicides were, of course, work of my ancestors, but they were never caught - it was probably thanks to Vendlg'mia Lacg'erus. I am sure I also murdered few peoples and killed many animals, while I was sleeping. Thank God that it will all end tonight. Oh, yes, the madness. Once my ancestors will became insane and "play" around a bit, they will leave into sanctuary, build under our castle, and leave into G'tera'aqg'eruos, the home of Vendlg'mia Lacg'erus and his peoples. There are more details about it in my journal; I really don't have time to write about it here, now.
And now to the testament part. As I am last bloodline member of Gordons family, I bequeath all our money and our small castle in central England on Angel's hill to my dearest Helen. Oh, Helen, why it had to end like this? Do you remember how were we still talking about our future children? Now I happy I didn't gave you any. This madness has to end right now. There is a letter, which contains information and every little thing needed for her to acquire this. Please, send him to her as soon as possible, thank you. I also bequeath my name to her. You are an official noblewoman, now, not only because I married you, Helen. You are no longer girl from village, but true english aristocrat.
So, I think that's all, I don't have more time for writing, anyway. I will just finish my glass of wine, take my revolver and leave upstairs to my room, where will I end this madness once and for all. Please, don't go up there looking for me, it really won't be nice look. Rather take everything on this table and burn this place down. Maybe you could pour several numbers of concrete on the place, so nobody would ever find it.
So, that's all, I am going now. Goodbye everyone. I am sad it had to end like this, but there is really no other solution. The madness had spread too far, I can't be saved anymore. How else would you explain, that I see my dead family standing around table, while writing this?
Lord Cameron T. Gordon, 18th October 1892 Castle Night Tide, North England, with own hand…
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The body of Cameron Gordon was found in his room in upper part of castle with shoot through head. It was undoubtedly a suicide, committed with his legally held revolver. At his wish in testament, his wife, Helena Gordon, received all gathered money, a true peerage and moved into Angel's hill castle in central England, where she after several months gave birth to a boy, Franklin Gordon. Helen marked as his father her husband, Cameron Gordon, as she swore she didn't had any other man, than him.
And what concerns a castle Night Tide, he was in very bad shape, after insane rage of Cameron Gordon, namely a fallen through floor in kitchen, under which was basement located and now inaccessible. As Helen was owner only of castle on Angel's hill, the castle Night Tide was given to management of unnamed close town. But council didn't had money to administrate it and castle was gradually decaying.
Luckily, after twenty five years, lord Franklin C. Gordon arrived to castle Night Tide, brought him back from town and began renovating him in hope, that he will find what was truly behind his father's madness and death…
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I really didn't wanted to write about it much, I thought I could write a book about it one day.