Category: The Lockwood Tales

The Statement Of Jack The Ripper

.Reading time 18 minutes.

Lockwood
February, 1889

I hate the unknown, its notion, what it represents. For this has inspired my long interest in death, not for its mysterious quality, but instead its certainty. I envy death, its finality, its certainty, for when I am weak and surrounded by scenes unfamiliar, I must drive such thoughts away. I state this now, because my existence has been fraught with the terror of the unknown, what it brings, what it does. But the most terrifying thing in the world, I think, is no mere creation of man or woman. Read More

The Church Devil

.Reading time 37 minutes.

Ethan had been sat with Vanessa O’Neil, sobbing as she had been for the last several minutes, for she already knew, or at least had a strong inkling of what had transpired. For Ethan, it was for him to explain what had happened, and how it had come to this most distressing conclusion for the woman. It had been Ethan Briggs’ problem to solve, for that was what the Spectres of Dalhurst did. Read More

Silbûr

.Reading time 9 minutes.

September 8th 1886

In all the centuries that the Holy Orthodoxy has been established in Lockwood, not a single cleric scribe has written or in anyway documented the secret hiding under the Grand Cathedral. Now of all times I, scribe Roderick feel this chapter in the church’s history is beginning to wane and so I feel a need to document this as best as I can. Read More

The Curious Tale Of Mr Underhill

.Reading time 37 minutes.

There are certain people in our world who set themselves apart from the rest of the crowd within their respective communities. For when Dennis Towers stood watching Mr Underhill making the last preparations for the next, quite frankly insane experiment, he saw one of these people. Read More

The Last Night Of The Waxing Moon

.Reading time 56 minutes.

If you are reading this, then either one of two things has happened. Either this letter was retrieved from my dead body in this strange room that defies any school of physics, or by some miraculous turn of events, I managed to survive this horrific and blasphemous event that has consumed the city. I have plenty of time, as many a man before me waiting to be consumed by some unseen foreboding doom may already know. So I will do my best to explain, or at least attempt to explain how I ended up here. Read More