I…I don’t know what happened. I was outside of the Library of Congress and…and I guess I blacked out, because minutes later…I was in Germany. It had to have been Him, who else could take someone across an ocean in that short period of time? I didn’t know where I was at first, I was lying on a dirt road, when a couple walked by, I had asked them, and that’s when I found out. I followed the dirt road, and saw a house on a hill; I walked towards it, and found the ever so recurring symbol, a circle with an X through it. I ran and pounded on the door, for awhile, no one answered, then a slit in the door slid open and I saw the eyes of a man. He started shouting very fast, and I couldn’t interpret what he had said, so, assuming he knew something about Him, I tentatively said “Grossmann?” The slit slammed shut and the man opened the door and motioned me in. I walked through, and had what I think was holy water sprinkled on my face. He motioned me to sit, and I did.

(Everything from now on will be interpreted into English for convenience sake)

He asked, “What do you know about The Tall Man?” I thought carefully of how to respond, and thought it’d be best to be honest with him. “I’m…being chased by him.” The man didn’t seem very disturbed by what I had said, at first, I thought I misspoke, but then, “So I assume you want to know how to kill him, or at least get rid of him for good?” “Yes!” I said; hope starting to well up in me. The man laughed for awhile, got up, and brought back a glass, and what looked like whiskey. He poured a glass and took a large gulp. “There has never, been any case, where the person being chased by The Tall Man, has ever lived very long. One, he has somewhat of a telepathic link with his prey, so he always knows where they are. Two, his tentacles, while this has never been proven, a few people who have been hit by them, develop different types of diseases, some get the plague, some leprosy, and they are stricken with very old diseases that are no longer very common. Then thirdly, The Tall Man can…teleport, as it were, you can run and run, but he’ll always be there, lurking.” I just stared at the floor, could this really be happening, could I be hunted by something, that I could never escape?! He walked over towards me, and placed his hand on my shoulder, I pulled away as the pain from the wound flared up.

“Ah” he said, “he injured your shoulder did he?” He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and said, “Show me it.” I hesitantly lowered my shirt to show him. “Hmmm” he said “I don’t think I’ve ever read, or seen anything like that. He grabbed my shoulder and slid the knife on one of my black veins, which now permanently had spread to elbow length. I felt a sharp, extreme pain, and a sudden shock. I was no longer seeing looking at the man, I was looking at Him. He stood there, swaying, just standing there, I got closer to his head, and he quickly turned around, and I was staring directly at his featureless face. I opened my eyes and the man was standing over me. “Sorry, didn’t mean for it to do that.” I looked down at my shoulder, it looked like when he had cut me, and the black veins spread around my entire body. I slowly regained control over my body, and sat up. I was dizzy, but I was okay. I looked at my shoulder again; no blood was coming from the wound. I pulled up my shirt and looked towards the man. He was standing right behind him. I jumped to my feet and stumbled towards the door. I slammed it shut and ran as fast as I can. I didn’t hear much, just what sounded like muffled screams and then silence.

I don’t know what to do now, should I just give up, or should I keep on looking for new information on this thing. This “infection” is getting worse, pretty soon I won’t even be able to use my arm anymore, I’ll see what I can do about that.