JOURNAL ENTRY #2: VIP DINING ROOM

My God. The horrors of the main dining room didn’t prepare me for this. I can stand the stench and the blood and the filth, but they ate a child here. The baby’s remains are still on the long rectangular table, though the body has been divided up and served on two separate platters. They pulled off the kid’s legs as if they belonged to a chicken! But then again, I could be seeing the remains of two children. By ‘Riza—plates stained with human fat and glasses thick with congealed human blood . . .


This is definitely where the Grandfathers—those repulsive Type One vampires—liked to feed. I made the mistake of touching one of the chairs and I momentarily saw its last occupant. His face was shriveled, like that of an apple-doll, but his yellow skin was scaled with teeth and covered with patches of diseased-looking fur. His eyes oozed black liquid and his gums sprouted so many jagged teeth that he couldn’t even shut his mouth. He wore a moss-encrusted dinner suit and around his neck hung a Cross of Malta. As soon as his shade rose out of the seat to accost me I staggered back and

drew my gun, but the image disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. I wonder, was he the first to attack Callahan and Jake? Unfortunately for me, the monster’s aura was not as easy to banish as his image. It was purple-black and felt like pure evil.


I’d better end this entry now. Some maggots just hatched out of the baby’s skin and I think I’m going to be sick . . .