Dear Father

I write to you this evening in concern and desperation, I hope this letter finds you well. It's been two years since we last conversed, a year to the day i find myself sat by the phone and fireplace pondering what must have befallen you.

Renata is dead, three months now. I had hoped to inform you in person or perhaps when next you called, now I simply pray that this letter reaches you.

You see father I must apologize, I haven't been entirely honest with you. After your injury, you changed. The incessant fanatical searching for obscure books, your ravings and hording about those journals and notes. I thought you a mad man clinging to those bloody scribbling and scraps of paper like they were what remained of your sanity, my own father a disfigured husk of the man that raised me.

I agreed to fund your studies abroad in your preposterous search of some ludicrous creature to rid myself of the burden. Father I have made a terrible mistake, the price of which I fear, was payed by Renata
You see, officially the coroner and constables have declared her untimely demise the work of large stray dog. I can't believe them. I won't believe them. Not after what Renata told me, not after what we found back in April.

Father I fear your raving weren't that of a lunatic at all, it's watching. I've seen it. I... I can't find the words to describe it, I find myself in stupor with a pulsing migraine each time I do, but I am certain, it bore what it took from you.

It wore your face.

Sincerely, Heinrich E. Joneit

PS. I have enclosed a photo of Felix L. Joneit, your Grandson.
Please come home

Dear Father

I write to you this evening in concern and desperation, I hope this letter finds you well. It's been two years since we last conversed, a year to the day i find myself sat by the phone and fireplace pondering what must have befallen you.

Renata is dead, three months now. I had hoped to inform you in person or perhaps when next you called, now I simply pray that this letter reaches you.

You see father I must apologize, I haven't been entirely honest with you. After your injury, you changed. The incessant fanatical searching for obscure books, your ravings and hording about those journals and notes. I thought you a mad man clinging to those bloody scribbling and scraps of paper like they were what remained of your sanity, my own father a disfigured husk of the man that raised me.

I agreed to fund your studies abroad in your preposterous search of some ludicrous creature to rid myself of the burden. Father I have made a terrible mistake, the price of which I fear, was payed by Renata
You see, officially the coroner and constables have declared her untimely demise the work of large stray dog. I can't believe them. I won't believe them. Not after what Renata told me, not after what we found back in April.

Father I fear your raving weren't that of a lunatic at all, it's watching. I've seen it. I... I can't find the words to describe it, I find myself in stupor with a pulsing migraine each time I do, but I am certain, it bore what it took from you.

It wore your face.

Sincerely, Heinrich E. Joneit

PS. I have enclosed a photo of Felix L. Joneit, your Grandson.
Please come home

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