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Big Tom, as this mysterious Nohills resident is called. They say he has this disproportionate size due to a genetic mutation, while the youngest keep repeating that he is "a hungry monster", because in 1 month, three of his neighbors have disappeared without a trace, and they think that Tom, the monster hungry, devoured them. Today I woke up and went for my morning walk through the quiet, nebulous town, when I found Tom very sad saying he was going out of town and that's why he was doing this garage sale. I've never seen him like that, I felt kind of bad, but I couldn't quite understand the reason for his sadness. To contribute to the poor guy's sales, I looked for something that would interest me to take. I found an old diary he told me he found at his house when he moved into the neighborhood. He made me for $12.00 but I gave him 50 and told him to keep the change because "I didn't have any other money". (I did this to make you happy). He seems to have noticed my act and thanked me. Arriving home, I started to read the moldy and dusty brown book. Many of the pages were almost illegible from the wear of ink. It was handwritten and with unparalleled cursive whimsy.

We all know that no one outside can live in Nohills. If any lost traveler gets this far, he's drugged and you know the rest...

It turns out that between 1930 and 1989 this security system was only in the imagination of politicians, and apparently this diary was written by one of those lost pilgrims of the time who appropriated this little shack and set out to write stories about things his people never imagined and nor can they try to imagine. Nohills is not for the faint hearted. The peoples outside could not sleep in peace if only they knew about the creatures that exist here, except for Alan - writer of the diary - apparently. The main pages of the pile of old leaves will be in the following post: July 29: I'm Alan Staxe, son of [Drabb]. I got lost from my group and ended up here. The villagers told me I couldn't survive out there alone, but I didn't listen. I bought this notebook, because when I came back I would have to sell it to recover the fortune my brother cost me.

Aug 3: [Scribble] something awful stalking me. I closed the door and tried to sleep.

Aug 4: [Unreadable] managed to block the way to the basement. During the day I can hear him mumbling. I don't even want to think he can run away!

Aug 5: This thing keeps going... [Drawing] keeps crying.

Aug 8: Maybe he got tired, but I can't hear him anymore. I just got back from the theater and on the horizon shrouded in mist and pine trees I could see four thin lines stretching into the sky. The way it moves is frightening and unsettling. It looks like a humanoid being that cannot be measured. I thought I was going crazy or seeing things in the bright orange setting sun. I turned to ask someone if they could see them too, if I was [Unreadable], but the few men I saw were hastily making their way back to their homes and [Scratch]. So here I was, alone in the empty street and facing the forest, watching that thing slowly approach. I ran to my house and watched through the window. The street quickly darkened and only the moonlight and lamps hanging from wooden poles illuminated the city. A dense fog engulfed my house like a wave. I came across a gurgling sound coming from my dark house. I turned around and noticed that I had no way to produce light in here and step by step I was led to the source of the sound. [Scribble] and I saw what appeared to be a smoky man in a hat looking at me and singing a morbid whistle. [Scribble].

Aug 9: I didn't sleep well, but today I got information about the thing in heaven: An honorable gentleman named Laurrie told me the story of fishermen being taken up by an infinite being. His body is above the human vision limit [Scribble].

[2 sheets torn off].

August 15: I'm leaving.