"My sanity continues to slip for reasons unknown to me, for I am now many miles and some significant time removed from the events of that night. Despite daily sessions with the best therapists I could find, I collect new neuroses and ticks weekly, as if the very architecture of my mind is crumbling.
I write this account now so that someone may find this horrible event useful in some way. Whether, dear reader, you know more of the whispered Rashap than I, or find this strange tale to be a piece that unlocks a greater mystery, read on with care. No curiosity is worth satisfying at the cost of your mind..."
WARNING: This is a dread tale of horror of the unknown, and is not suitable for easily frightened readers or children.