The Nightmaretaker- The Man Possessed By The De... Now

It was thicker than he expected, bound in cracked leather that exhaled decades whenever he touched it. The handwriting inside was no single hand: names and dates cramped together like vines, scrawls overlapping like the strata of an old cliff. Some lines were crossed out with hurried strokes; others were written in a disciplined, surgical script. On the last page he found a short entry in ink the color of dried blood: Keeper — renewed 1959. Do not let doors sleep.