Victim Number Three

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January 20th, 2019

Why hello you devilish drunkard. I know what you've done. Who you've killed. See you killed my pets previous handler's brother. Oh bless the innocent. But you! Oh, ho ho! You my diabolical fiend! You are not innocent at all! I'm sure you wish to know who I am! Oh yes, I'm positive! I won't tell you. Not today, no.

Oh go ahead! Flip through the pages! All are blank but this one! See you're stuck with my dear pet Mortimor. He must be fed a drop of your blood within the time you possess him. He's quite hungry! If you fail to oblige to my instructions, you will die.

Kidding! You'll die anyway! But following my instructions just might save your soul. Carrying out my requests is for the good of mankind. My Pet's first handler has five days left. Left of what you ask? Of life my good friend! I should tell you, that this book is a death sentence. Whoops!

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January 21st, 2019

So, now I might tell you why my dear pet Mortimor has fallen into your lap. But it's so little fun! So instead, I shall tell you why my book exists.

See, Mortimor claimed my father's life. My father did not listen to the books owner. Surprise, surprise. What else would you expect from a lousy old drunkard. I was fifteen. If you refuse to oblige to the owner of the Devil's Book, Mortimor, it passes on to your next of kin. Which of course happened to be me. See, my mother left us when I was eight. So my mother was free of the Book's curse. When the book falls into one's hands, they die within two weeks. My death sentence, was a book.

Now, I was born in 1687. My father's sentence in Drakehills Hollow was eternal. But he played a nasty trick. He bartered me for his freedom. I took his place in the lowly depths of hell and he got his staircase to the upstairs.

I will assume you will try to avoid this fate. But I will warn you, it is not possible. Mortimor is the Devil's Book. He has no mercy. In order to keep him from consuming your life prematurely, you must prick your finger on the fountain pen, His tooth. Then stamp your blood onto the cover of this book. This should keep him from inhaling your essence while you sleep.

Page 3

January 22nd, 2019

Why, feel guilty do you? You're the first to listen to my first instruction. My second instruction will come to you in a dream. I know the man who took your wife from you. Oh! You didn't know? You thought she just left! Oh! Yes she left you for a man and they reside in the bahamas. His address will come to you in the night. Send this book first thing in the morning.