The Salem Catman - The Catman's Secret Origin

Ladies and gentlemen, you're attention please. The announcement I'm about to make has only been made twice before this piece of historical evidence I'm about to show you, has been found. Each time it is preceded to tell you scenes, of the most unusual of horror novel type, ever written. Now we make this announcement... for the third time. The same legend in Salem Massachusetts that haunted people's dreams, and frighten those half to death, has been proved "True", by historians of the Salem Museum, yearned to 1878. 
We are about to show you some of it's writings from a journal of a man who dared to play God. 
For those of you who appreciate this type of horror and suspense, you will read one of the most startling stories ever written. But, for those of you who have heart conditions, or with young and impressionable children, we ask if you to stop reading, and read another story instead. Or have your children go and play in their rooms.
Thank you. 
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The Journal:
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October 4th. 1778. 12:00PM.
 The year was 1799. I went by another name then. I was pursuing a career as a magician, boarding a ship from London to New York City. Things did not go as planned unless I moved once more, all the way to Massachusetts. But it was during this move that my train crashed, and amidst the chaos, I stumbled upon the codex umbra. Upon deciphering it, my mind was opened to dark and powerful magic. This was around the time I created my alter ego, "Mathew, The Magnificent", to show the world the wonders I had been shown. I met a woman named, Cathy, who became my assistant. The magic act was a smashing success. Until one day after I was working on my next act, Cathy stumbled across my apartment, and my study room. The crude symbols and incantations scrawled across the room must have frightened her. She wanted to, 'take a break', from our work. The rest becomes a bit blurry in my mind, but suffice it to say she got, 'well acquainted', with the magic I possessed. Turns out she was witch all along, and she broke free from my spell, and as punishment, she transformed me into the hideous beast I am today. There wasn't much when I was sent away into my new work place in Salem Woods, just trees, a brook, and the animals I feast upon. I don't know what those people want, but they're always trying to summon me, seeing if those foolish tales about me are true. Their not true. No matter, soon I will seek my horrible vengeance upon those fools for mocking my tragic tale. And you too, are going. To feel, my, unholy, wrath.
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December 5th, 1800. 11:45 PM.
 That was a time before. A time when things weren't so, 'Complicated'. When the only thing I had to worry about was those damn humans interrupting my otherworldly work with their, shouts, and taunting's. Years upon years I spent trying to hunt them down and devour them. But it wasn't my fault I gave into my animal instincts. It's simply, part of nature. At first I thought I was going mad, but as I looked into human psychology when I was human, I studied that when a man sarcomas to his surroundings deep into the woods, it's eat, or be eaten. This, is what I am experiencing with the rebirth of my dark, visage, trying and trying to achieve something from nothing. My desperation is what led me to my current... predicament. After one too many killings, I was greeted by a man in a dark flowing cloak. He had eyes that resembled, black, and white, balls of fire. And past his cold lips, rows of sharp fangs that belonged, not to a man. Under his hood, sat row, after row of tiny, sharp horns that resembled a man's short hair. His pale skin illuminated by the moonlight. He knew my weakness, my desperation. And he offered me, a deal. If I die by gunshot, or illness, my soul will be transported to Hell, only to be brought back to another man. It sounded so foolproof. He simply convinced me that he could give me a secret, and forbidden knowledge. Knowledge that could change the world. Upon receiving this, 'useful', information, I continued my reign of terror upon those foolish townsfolk of Salem and continued my work. But as I thought more and more, I remembered this man's appearance. It was both beautiful, and terrifying. It was something I did not understand. Could it be...? After much brutality, the mayor of Salem declared that I must be shot down at once. After a hunter shot at me, I died from a gunshot to my brain. It was that point on as I am now a specter of my beastly self, that mysterious hooded man spun a web of lies to get me killed. And I foolishly fell for his tricks. I only have two goals now, defeat that man to get revenge for his games, and continue, my work.
Category:Diary/Journal
Category:Psychopasta
Category:Origins