Notes In Yellow Door

**Notes In Yellow Door** - is a group of 15 notes In Evil Nun: The Broken Mask:

* In the year 1938, a bomb unleashed the catastrophe and I could not help fleeing Poland to survive. Until that year, I was happy, living with Elisa and my parents in a humble house, surrounded by nature and peace. I worked as a teacher in a nearby school, where I taught basic notions of physics and chemistry, although by then I was already an expert in the subject and had made remarkable discoveries in this field. My achievements were appropriated by my co-workers, but I was preoccupied with other things. After losing my daughter and parents, I escaped to America on the last plane out of Poland before World War II broke out. I never heard from my home country again….

* Arriving on the new continent, I sought a quieter job, surrounded by youth and religiosity, in a rather modern convent school. They wore a company with the symbol of a glorious eagle: Eagle Junior High School. I had never felt the call of the Lord, but they welcomed me very well. For a while, it seemed that my heart was soothed by the daily prayers and the laughter of the children at school. What little outside contact we had was through Joseph, a traveling ice cream man who sold us ice cream.

* But it wasn't long before that sadness, that emptiness, that deep restlessness came. And one night, I dreamed that Elisa, my precious daughter, was talking to me, smiling, telling me she wanted to see me again and we were singing our song together again. Oh Lord, what else could I do but try to bring her back? I am also a woman of science, and together with your great power of goodness, I felt protected from all evil and strong and courageous enough to do whatever was necessary to bring her back to life.

* The chickens on the farm were my first subjects of experiment. After dissecting several of them, I tried to revitalize some of their vital organs. I could talk a lot about these experiments, but the important thing is that it wasn't until I discovered the secret catacombs of the school that I really began to make progress. There was a hidden trapdoor in my room that led to a subway passage of incalculable antiquity. Who would have thought that these nuns kept those kinds of secrets? Maybe they didn't know it themselves, because everything was full of dirt and grime. But there were numerous papyri and ancient books hidden there. And everything was practically under my bed. Did you, O great Lord, have everything prepared for me? That conviction dispelled all my doubts and my attitude changed drastically.

* From that moment on, each of my scientific experiments was accompanied by an ancient and magical ritual. I used a glowing cup I found in the secret catacombs to perform my ceremonies, filling it with water, milk or blood according to the purpose I was seeking. And then, finally, one of my hens came back to life! It was the first one in which I impregnated Elisa's DNA. I kept a comb she used to use, which still contained some of her hair, so I did some additional tests to perfect my work, and successfully created three mutant hens: Roostel, Mr. C and Gummy. From there, I decided to start experimenting with children ¡Nothing could go wrong!

* I started selecting the children who misbehaved. We had a punishment room, but I had secretly adapted a section of my room where I locked them in. I made sure they were orphans or abandoned by their parents, so I wouldn't face problems when they mysteriously disappeared. Some of them caused me some grief, I did not enjoy seeing them suffer, but I was determined to revive my daughter at any cost, and I felt that the Lord's grace was with me. Gradually, this became routine. I would spend a weekend with them and, after a few strokes, they would always end up subdued. With the naughty ones who tried to sneak out at night, I had to be more severe. Despite all my efforts, all my human guinea pigs perished. I had no trouble explaining their disappearances, I simply informed the school authorities that they had been expelled and they never questioned me about it. Occasionally, I would leave one alive so as not to arouse suspicion, as I noticed that the cemetery below the church was filling up with corpses.

* My determination did not diminish, I continued with my experiments and rituals tirelessly, until one day William appeared. That nasty boy managed to escape from my hands and turned everything upside down. He even managed to reverse the transformation in my three mutant hens. When that unhappy boy smashed my room's ritual altar, I couldn't take it anymore and my heart was shattered to pieces. Since Elisa's death, I had never cried so much. But out of that painful and terrible situation, something extraordinary happened: All my prayers were answered and fulfilled.

* An admirable and beautiful being appeared, it was you! You granted my dearest wish: Elisa would come back to life! In return, you asked me to pray to you every day and to be an honorable and loving mother. In addition, you demanded that I stay in school for 40 years without leaving, warning me about the irremediable consequences that would occur in case of non-compliance. I don't remember exactly what the consequences of not fulfilling the first two conditions were, but I do remember that if I left school before that time, my precious daughter would die again. The moment of your appearance was fleeting and majestic, my mind could not retain as much detail as I would have wished, for I fainted almost instantly. I barely remember your gentle goat-like face, your powerful horns, your slender body wrapped in flames and your voice as deep as a thousand trumpets. When I awoke, I was pregnant, with a huge belly, almost about to give birth. Oh miracle!

* A few days after that mystical encounter, I found myself giving birth to a living creature. It was a new human being, healthy and strong, but it was not Elisa.... It was a boy! I wondered how it could have happened, perhaps oh great mysterious Lord, you did not hear me correctly. The other nuns of the company were astonished. Without a doubt, it was a miracle. For a while, several journalists came to visit me and some even called me a saint. However, like everything else in life, this story was soon forgotten. Although my dismay for the baby boy born from my womb persisted. Perhaps she would transform into a woman during her teenage years? The ways of the Lord are inscrutable. That is why I write these words, to understand Your will, my Lord. Can you explain to me what is wrong with him?

* A few years passed and I finally got used to having this child by my side. I called him Elisa, so that he would become familiar with his real name. I dressed him in pink and put bows in his hair. Elisa... that was his real name. The other nuns were very attentive and took good care of my son. As for me, I resumed my life and continued teaching as usual. The rituals and experiments were left behind. Every morning I prayed, as I promised you, to the Lord Baphomet. For this being had the appearance of you, oh great being who helped me conceive my baby! I took care of my baby as best I could and never left the school. Although I noticed that there was someone else lurking around, as food disappeared and blue spots appeared in the school, but I didn't think much of it

* Over time, I noticed changes in my appearance. My skin became pale and my teeth became untidy in my mouth. My mind became cloudy at times and I did not understand the reasons. Oh great Lord, wasn't I doing everything you asked me to do? Baphomet, great Lord of life and death, what do you desire of me, did you not appear before me on that mysterious day? If I am wrong, please tell me what is your name again and I will pray day and night that precious mantra.

* My little baby was only four years old when everything changed drastically once again. The nuns at school hatched an evil plan. It turned out that William had been hiding in the school all this time, waiting for the right moment to act. He convinced them to keep my son out of my hands. Although I always kept him close to me, he was snatched from me while one of the lying nuns was giving a lecture. How did I not notice this betrayal? Who was she to speak of you, oh great Lord Baphomet? As I was returning to the garret scandalized to consult a book I had hidden there, I saw it all through the window.

* Those damned nuns were handing my beautiful creature over to Joseph, the itinerant ice cream man. Plus, as payment, they used one of my secret notebooks... As if that wasn't enough! Anger took hold of me, my vision blurred and I grabbed a huge hammer I found in the room. Within hours, there were no nuns left alive in the school. I chased them through the corridors and rooms, hitting even the walls. I don't regret dirtying the school with their blood, they deserved it. Old harpie Old harpies. At least I gave them a dignified burial with the other children under the church. It was more than they deserved. I hid my crime by putting my name on one of the graves, that day a part of me died too.

* Is this what you desire of me, Oh great Lord? What other cruel trials will you force me to face? I now have a very lucrative business in the school basement that keeps me busy, for I am very lonely. Although I have a faithful servant, Philippa, an abbess nun who used to visit the school to make sure everything was in order. Not long ago she came to visit the school. She helps me, although I had to cast a spell on her, for in people's hearts there is only bitterness and pain, no one is to be trusted. Now I no longer promise to be a good person, the world is a cruel place to be so naive. Only slaves should be good, only they should be obedient.

* However, I will wait patiently in this school until the 40 years I promised you have passed. Then I will look for my dear baby. I will write her many letters and explain what has happened when I find out where she or he lives. I am sure Phillipa will do so at a moment's notice. Perhaps these years will also be enough to unravel your mysterious ways, my Lord. In that child, somehow, there is Elisa.... I love you, my darling! And I love you too oh great Lord Baphomet. Please answer my prayers written in this letter in your mysterious ways, either in dreams or in visions during my day to day life. May everything be fulfilled on the basis of the divine law. Be it carried out! Be done! be fulfilled! So be it! So be it! So be it!