Book of Zggohhoz

Mark Lumiere journal.

Entry number 4.

November of 1922.

Liam Crow and I had quiet a busy and eventful summer and fall. Finally I have a good amount of time to sit back, reflect upon it and write the events down.

We traveled back to island city of Hathtom and met with our friend John Grimstone who seemed to be aging rapidly, perhaps the weight of his research was far too much for him at this point. John gave us new and very important location, town called Yarkom. He mentioned two professors there who he found out possessed great knowledge of the cult and from what he understood had books about the subject. Their names were professor Mitch McDowell and Sor Jacobsen.

Liam and I immediately set out to find this place, Yarkam. Liam’s leg wasn’t fully recovered, but he used a walking cane and was able to move around well. Despite the injury and hinderance he was as arrogant and full of himself as ever. I could see by his act and posture that in his mind I was just a very useful sidekick, and he was the big hero.

In reality there were no heroes in this quest, for there were no story-like villains. Those creatures were indifferent to human morals and didn’t take sides, they simply used humans as puppets. We were just two men on a crazy mission to stop the unstoppable.

Yarkam was another gloomy and dark by the seaside. Dirty, many corners and streets smelled of fish, there was clear presence of crime. It was also much larger than we expected and it took us some time to track down the address of both professors who to our luck shared the same floor of a building, but had separate apartments. Good news was that by the time we found Yarkam, Liam no longer needed a cane to move well, he was almost recovered.

We knocked on Jacobsen’s door first, but there was no answer, we did however have luck with McDowell.

He was a balding man in his forties with a thin voice. He spoke in a very teacher like manner with immense arrogance. I thought Liam would appreciate that, but instead he looked annoyed. After a short lecture about the town and himself he finally invited us in for some wine and talk.

He sat us down on a couch while he went to prepare our drinks.

On his walls were several KKK related art pieces. I can’t say I was shocked considering the times. Although this order saddened me, as much as the Khul Duhl Suhl one did. Nevertheless I had to stay focused and simply get information from this man, I didn’t need to be his friend.

When professor McDowell sat down I asked him about Khul Duhl Suhl and other strange happenings which I elaborated on.

He told us that in this town’s museum they used to have a book called Book of Zggohhoz. He said that Zggohhoz was an ancient being that came from another dimension, a city in another parallel world called Xarmouth, or at leasts thats the name that was given to it by humans. In this book Zggohhoz wrote secrets about how to control and manipulate energy of human soul, how to trap its boundaries and put it into something or someone else. Anyone who uses the book, becomes possessed by Zggohhoz himself, for his essence was placed inside this book. According to McDowell this book also contained a lot of material on other cosmic beings and that he has began to translate some of it, but the book was stolen from the museum and since then many people have dropped dead in various spots of the city, without specific symptoms. So, the next thing we asked was directions to the morgue.

As expected the way there involved getting out of the city and going through a dirty, unpaved road, we had to pay a local to give us a lift and wait there. Place was watched by an old creepy man named Corky, he had no trouble letting us in to see the bodies and kept making disgusting “jokes”, he was clearly a pervert.

The stench of death was overwhelming, the place, to no surprise, was dirty and poorly kept.

One after another we examined the bodies of those who dropped and died on the street, all young men snd women without prior problems. Each one had a strange deformity in the eyes as we raised the skin to check them. It was black lines inside the eye, they crossed each other and curved. I drew the deformity in my notebook and we took it back to McDowell.

When we got there we heard loud arguing up on the second floor. A slightly younger man was yelling at McDowell about some show and not having his support, then he stormed away and passed between us without looking. We asked McDowell what happened and he said that was Sor Jacobsen. Apparently Sor has started his own “magic” show and an exhibit and wanted McDowell to join.

We proceeded to show McDowell the sign we saw and he was astonished, he said it was the sign of Zggohhoz. It proved that these victims where killed by someone using the book, or should we say, Zggohhoz himself possessing that someone. The main question was, why? McDowell told us that Zggohhoz was always keen on gathering large forces, creating his own army and kingdom, perhaps even in these modern times this idea still remained intact. Especially if he eventually succeeded in awakening more old ones, according to McDowell that was the biggest danger, but he needed more power for that. I shuddered to even go into specifics on what he meant by old ones, but I asked anyway. McDowell explained that there are others similar to Khul Duhl Suhl that were asleep somewhere deep within the oceans and the poles, and that certain books and cosmic rituals could awaken them. This put a lot of pressure on us to find the culprit as fast as possible.

We roamed the dark town looking for clues. We questioned store owners, policemen, local officials, I couldn’t connect any dots, but then Liam saw a poster which read “Magical Night with Sor.” He remembered that several people we spoke to mentioned this upcoming event. We decided to give Sor a visit at the tent he sat up for this spectacle, right by the seaside at the end of the town.

Upon arriving at the site we were taken by surprise as to the size of this tent, it was quiet large and we wondered where did professor Jacobsen get all the funding. It was located on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. It was a calm grey day and the waves slowly rocked against the dark stones, birds made a seldom appearance and searched for fish to grab near the shore. An eerie feeling came over me as I saw a line of life-like statues standing in front of the tents entrance. Liam seemed completely oblivious to those and marched right pass them and into the tent. I followed, but first I checked my revolver under my coat, for I got a familiar feeling of upcoming confrontation which rarely was wrong.

Inside, the tent was alined with lit candles going around in circle, there was a large white drawing on the floor, a sign resembling an eye inside a hand, next to each candle stood more statues. From the back of the tent, out of the shadows, we heard a voice asking us what our business was and telling us that the show wasn’t on for another week. Then Sor Jacobsen appeared, he was wearing a black robe and held a book in his hands. Both Liam and I stopped in our tracks, for one, I clearly saw that Sor’s eyes were completely black, I wasn’t sure what Liam was thinking, for he lid a cigarette. Sor pointed at him and said smoking is not allowed in his tent, so Liam spat the cigarette into Sor’s direction and chuckled. Sor Jacobson laughed himself and said Liam’s arrogance and rudeness amused him, he then flipped open the book and yelled something in a strange language. Before I could react I felt two strong hands holding my arms, it was the statue behind me. All the statues began to move towards us, Liam managed to jump away and roll from closest ones to him and as he did he fired two shots into Sor’s stomach, Sor grimacing in pain crawled on top of the white sign and screamed a few more lines before passing out. The statues stopped and I was freed, but the ground began to tremble and from under Sor’s body came mingled looking tentacle, more of them emerged one after another until a full creature appeared. It was anatomically unexplainable for it was only made from powerful thick tentacles which all met in the center. As I stood there in horror, Liam grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of the tent, which he set on fire just moments ago. The creature moved fast and despite the fire all around, it also made it to the entrance. We began to fire shots in hope of keeping in place, it jerked with each shot and it cough on fire, but was still alive. Liam screamed for me to run, while he got inside the car we were borrowing and with open doors drove it into the creature, jumping out right before the car pushed it back inside the tent. Liam just barely got away before an explosion happened and everything was engulfed in flames, the rest of the tent, with the creature fell down the cliff. The book has also vanished.

Our accomplishment was indeed a large one, and finally I felt that we’ve made a real contribution to humanity, but I know that our struggle is far from over as now we have gathered new information on cults location and an island where sacrifices to creature by the name of Daggathossos took place. This was our next destination.

Sin is an addiction, evil is an addiction.

Until next time, reader of my journal. I hope I’ll still be alive to write another entry.