Journal of Professor Jacob Lenn
Professor of Anthropology at Miskatonic University
Forest Expedition
Day 42
A man has died today. Amity, a younger fellow. We found his body, if you could still call it that, mangled within his tent. I feel sick. I didn’t really know him, but the sight of his body twisted like that haunts my mind. All evidence points to the killer being, not an animal, but one of us. Nobody is saying such things aloud of course, but it is clear that we have all reached that same conclusion. There is a murderer among us, and he could strike again at any moment. William my old friend, what have you gotten us into...
Dr. Lenn closed his journal and stood up to stretch, using his cane for support. He had started carrying the thing years earlier, not because he needed it, but because he had felt it made him look more distinguished. Sadly, he could no longer claim that it’s use was purely decorative. He wasn’t an elderly man yet, (at least, that’s what he kept telling himself) but the rigors of this journey were bringing up all sorts pains and sores.
That being said, he wouldn’t have missed this opportunity for the world. When Professor Dyer had announced his plans for this expidieron, Lenn had initially jumped at the opportunity. After the events of this morning however, he wished he had shown a bit more hesitance.
Aight, that’s my real first post. Greetings all.