We are better rested but I am increasingly ill. The debility, I believe, has centered itself in my lungs. From my lungs radiate torpor and trembling into the limbs. At the extremities I feel the most acute sensitization. All touch is violent in so far as it is a disruptive shock waving from the sensing site of touch into and through the entire limb to the body's center. The response is received by the center, which emits further signals of distress and increasing defeat.
I don't have much time--I won't have, that is, unless I receive help. I'll have, if I can find it, to ingest some anti-intrapulmonic. This may be the only way to preserve the body as a whole, though I risk destroying the core.
The situation only became dire when I finally left our dwelling mid day yesterday--as I described in the previous message--and I only did so because of an event so horrible, terrible and utterly uncanny, that I was forced to leave in order to make sense of it and, in making sense of it, continue to inhabit this dwelling that Ulla and I arrived at several days ago, though it might seem much longer with all that we have suffered.
The day before yesterday we had a visitor. This, of course, was a shock to the confident secrecy and security that we had falsely generated for ourselves here. He came, as it were, without physical entrance. But there should have been no surprise. We should have been expecting him. I have been sending out messages since our own arrival, soliciting contact. But we could not have expected the way it occurred when it occurred or the horrible implications the occurrence would have on our own physical presence.
While Ulla and I were asleep, I saw through my sleep into a pasture, at the far end of which stood a man. He approached and brought fear into my heart. I hid behind a nearby tree, and waited, and waited, and waited, until I could wait no more and looked around the tree, slowly as if to not be seen, but as I peeked my head in his direction he was already there, his massive face in front of my face!
I awoke and sensed he had entered the dwelling. I tried to get up but couldn't move. Suddenly a high-pitched, almost electronic screech deafened me. I tried to move an arm, a leg, anything, but was frozen as if sat upon by the debilitating screech. It was as if it were sitting on the cerebral cortex--squashing my mind at its root. The more I worried about my conquered mind and my locked body, the greater the weight of the conquest and the lock burdened any ability to do anything about it. Sensing my overpowering fear, Ulla jumped on me and shook me from the dread.
I stood and ran through the doorway into the adjoined room. I turned in the dark but saw nobody to my left. As I turned right toward the next room, he was there.
His unshaven facial scruff and thick sweaty smell deluded my mind almost as much as the debilitating screech. Again, I was frozen! He got something from his pocket and with an incendiary device lit it in his mouth. His smoking seemed to cloak him in foul masks and dark play. He stopped--after a moment, with the smoke climbing over his arm like a fanatic idolater worshiping this dreadful being--and said, "you have called on me, I am here." I had no ready response, so replied, as best I could, "I don't know who you are."
He turned from me, pointing to a closet, and said that he had come through that place to where I was, in the same way that I had come--but, unlike him, would not for various reasons be able to return, for now. I told him I hadn't come through that space--but he said that that wasn't what he had meant. He meant, he said, that the disturbance of physical dimensions I experienced in my arrival, as I described in my first message, were the equivalence factor arising as a natural counter in a disbalance of much larger proportion. Structurally and functionally, he explained, you were realized here to keep the pole of living interaction from swaying to the ghostly and to keep the pole of ghostly interaction from swaying to the living.
I would have no hope of exiting without acting on this realization. He asked if I would smoke with him but I was still in a half-frozen state, hardly speaking, and somewhat hoping he would disappear. He put the pack from his pocket onto the table. For a second, he looked around, as if curious, when the grinding screech resonated again in my skull--he said, as far as I could hear, something about splotchy or blotchy, in reference to the screech--at which fell to the ground, holding my head, until the screeching died out and I looked up and he was gone.
In my previous message, I detailed my response to this interaction. I did not, however, articulate the reasoning between this event and those actions. I will briefly do so, for the sake of disclosure, in addition to my conclusions from the research conducted yesterday at the hall. I will do this as soon as I have more energy. I am, as I have said, increasingly ill--and still in desperate need of provisions and communication regarding practical implementation of data gained.
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