We had the pleasure of today being one of London’s rare sun-filled and clean days, so of course Gossamer Hall was open to the warmth and clean air. I am quite certain there was many a child throughout the whole of London who encountered the sun for the first time this day. Eyes spent most of his time lounging on the window sill enjoying the sun on his skin. I do so enjoy having these days when I can leave the windows and doors open and just enjoy the fresh air and breeze.
Having shared a heavily redacted copy of notes with Dr Five, I extended an invitation to him, and Blade as well, (excepting Eyes, who accepted my offer to live here at Gossamer Home to rehabilitate) to join me late this morning for brunch. We enjoyed a fine meal and discussed this morning’s paper. Apparently there have been several disappearances over the past few weeks and rumors link them to something referred to as the Slender Man. Most recently, young woman by the name of Henrietta Albert Mayweather went missing having last been in the company of a person matching the descriptions of this so called Slender Man.
Another article made mention of the escape of several psychics, all patients of Bedlam, who were under the care of one Dr Arthur Fitzgerald. Remembering the marks I found on Eyes, I felt it necessary to ask him about this Dr and whether or not he had escaped from the mental hospital or was simply released. He became quite agitated, disappearing for a while and knocking loose many of the shingles on my roof. I got the sense from him that he would not hesitate in the least to dispatch any who came between him and his continued freedom.
After the fiasco was dealt with, we discussed the possibility of researching this so called Slender Man. After all, the description of it was eerily similar to the thing Death saw while we were on the river. And the descriptions of its hands matched what the others and I caught glimpses of as well. Feeling it likely that there was some sort of credence to these stories (also that we quite likely were dealing with either a new type of creature or, more likely, someone masquerading as the fictitious bogeyman of legend) we set out to track down various sources of more information.
Eyes and Death made for the home of the young woman’s nearest relatives. They were to find out anything they could about the girl, her comings and goings, visitors or enemies she may have had, etc. Meanwhile, Blade, Dr Five and myself sought out Squid for her research. They met at a pub downtime for afternoon tea and she shared what she had (which was quite a lot, in fact).
Our final stop for the day was a business address in South Side, to meet with Bitters. This venture proved quite fortuitous. We learned much about what we are up against, though we still have so many questions. Within the last five years she has lost 72 children (and several adults as well) to the Slender Man, who is in fact quite real. In all, about 40% of her employees have been taken, with no discernible connections between them, besides sightings of the Slender Man before hand. The disappearances are not limited to her employees however. Other business through out London have also noted the losses.
Eyes was able to touch the mind of a young man in her care who witnessed the taking of two boys, and was almost taken himself. The only thing that stopped him, was a kick to the head administered by the hoof of a very large draft horse. It left the boy addled, but he gave us descriptions of both a bad man (not the Slender Man as it turns out, but a wealthy dark skinned gentleman who will be certain to meet an unfortunately untimely demise after a visit from yours truly and Eyes) and the Monster who took his friends.
After we gleaned as much information as we felt we could from Squid and the boy, we left to make our way back to Gossamer Home. Eyes apparently suffered some malady from his excursions in the boy’s head and was being questioned by an officer of the law. I assured him my patient was well in hand and we made our way back to Gossamer Home. Plans were laid that everyone would stay over for the night, as we compared information and formulated our plans. Many of us saw the Slender Man in the fogs that returned as evening settled over London. The thing that we saw cannot possibly be human.
I committed the image to paper as quickly as I could before the memory left my mind. It is a thing wholly unlike any other. Like a nightmare, stepped forth from the dark recesses of a child’s mind, the thing they fear in the dark at night. The unknown terror hiding under one’s bed, or in the cellar when the light is off. More, we seem only to have saw it during the fogs, or in the case of Death, standing behind us in the mirror’s reflection…
After stopping off to gather some of Death’s supplies, and allowing he and Blade to pay a visit to the OUD, we made for Gossamer Home. Tea was brewed, liquor poured, and we set about to determine what exactly we had learned from the day’s activities. My guests were settled into their respective rooms and accommodations were made for Death in the Attic. He apparently prefers it there, so I shall have to make sure that one of the rooms is set up as a proper living space for him (its not as if I have that much that needs to be stored up there at the moment).
I invited Dr Five to join me in my lab before we retired for the night and he was able to observe the Perdition Project at these early stages. He seems intrigued by my work. I have offered him the use of my lab and library whenever he has the need. I now retire for the night, as I am certain we will make an early start to our day on the morrow.
One final matter of personal note, I must remember to have Ella hire on a few more staff. If I am to have more guests on a regular basis, we shall need to have additional scullery workers, a cook’s assistant and perhaps even an additional maid…