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  This is the certified last will and testament 
  of Silas M. McCrindle. 
  I, Silas McCrindle, being of sound body and mind,
  bequeath my entire estate, chattels, holdings, and cash
  accounts to my only surviving relative – my niece/nephew
  (<insert name here>).
  (signed) Silas Michael McCrindle
  (witnessed) Rowena Peters
  E. E. Saltonstall & Assoc.
  (witnessed) Dorsey Teal
  E. E. Saltonstall & Assoc.
  Silas Papers 1 (p. 137)
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  G u i d e  t o  A r k h a m
  Massacre In
  Greenwood, Wisconsin
  Five Slain by Madman
  The people of Wisconsin were shocked today by
  news of a horrific massacre at the McCrindle
  family farm, near Greenwood in that state. Police
  were alerted but arrived too late to prevent the
  carnage. The five mutilated bodies of the well-
  known family spanned three generations. Late in
  the day of the murders, acting on information
  from a concerned citizen, police formally arrest-
  ed a sixth family member, Darcus McCrindle, in
  connection with the brutal murders. 
  — Chicago Tribune
  Silas Papers 2 (p. 138)
  TO SILAS MC CRINDLE STOP ARKHAM MASS STOP
  DARCUS MC CRINDLE HAS ESCAPED STOP RECOMMEND
  ALERTING YOUR LOCAL POLICE STOP SIGNED DR ABNER
  HARRISON STOP WISC STATE HOSPITAL GREENWOOD END
  Greenwood Assassin
  Arrested and Confined
  Speedy Trial Likely
  After lengthy interrogation, police today formally
  charged Darcus McCrindle as the sole perpetrator
  of what already is becoming known as
  Wisconsin’s “McCrindle Massacre.” The county
  prosecutor has promised a swift and just trial for
  Darcus McCrindle, commenting that “This crime
  is of such cruel barbarity that it is equaled only by
  the bloody Indian wars of our nation’s youth.” 
  Police reported late today that two more fam-
  ily members might have been murdered. Police
  believe that Darcus McCrindle also butchered
  Silas McCrindle and an infant or very young
  child, but before he attacked the family home. A
  search for their bodies has been started. If
  McCrindle is found compos mentis, your corre-
  spondent personally believes that the race
  between the hangman and the state asylum will
  be no race at all. A demon like McCrindle will
  surely hang. 
  — Chicago Tribune.
  Silas Papers 3 (p. 143)
  Silas Papers 4 (p. 143)
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  For all the years since you were a child I have protected you from the truth, but the time has come
  that only the truth can protect you.
  A generation ago, a tragedy occurred in our family. (Our family was the McCrindles of Greenwood,
  Wisconsin.) Your father Owen was an extraordinary person, and he was the rightful guardian of the
  books. His position did not go unchallenged, for his brother Darcus — an evil, spiteful man — wanted
  the books for himself. 
  Darcus had been corrupted by diseased teachings. In his relentless pursuit of power, he betrayed your
  father’s trust, and murdered your family. He would have destroyed you as he did them, had I not been
  able to send you far away. I entrusted you to a foster family whom I knew would raise you as their own.
  But it wasn’t you alone I had to protect — it was also the books. I took them and sought obscurity here
  in Arkham. Just another crazy old man wandering around the Miskatonic campus. 
  For hundreds of years our family has guarded this forbidden lore. The legend is that the books of
  arcane knowledge and power can be the undoing of mankind in the wrong hands. None of us but Darcus
  has ever dared study these volumes. I keep them hidden in the attic under an Indian throw rug with a col-
  lection of other old books. I beg that when you find them — do not read them. No one knows why the
  books were not destroyed — perhaps there is a special unresolved destiny for them, as there has been for
  our family. Although the books have the power to do great evil, they also have the key to destroying evil.
  My Understanding of the Great Booke is a navy blue book, cloth-bound in grubby condition. Its title is
  stamped on the cover. The tome comprises several hundreds of pages. 
  Monstres & Their Kynde has its title stamped in small flaking gold letters on a green leather spine. The
  book has sustained significant wear. Mottled discolorations attest to water damage. Significant portions of
  the spine and pages are rat-gnawed, and the glue and binding have deteriorated enough so that the book’s
  loose signatures are bundled together with string, like a parcel.
  The Cthaat Aquadingen by Edwin Fisher (1783). This book was handwritten in an Elizabethan-style
  cursive. It’s in an accountant’s ledger. The book’s title and author are inscribed on the flysheet inside the
  front cover.
  The Untitled Book is a mystery. It too is handwritten, but in an unreadable language. Family tradition
  suggests that the tongue is unknown on earth. Its frenzied scrawls and half letters have always been a
  mystery. The book can be secured closed with a bronze clasp and lock. There is no key for the lock.
  Darcus said that he had found a way to read it, but he was a great liar as well as a murderer. 
  Now you are the guardian. Never reveal that you have these books. Our charge is simple: preserve the
  books. Our unknown enemy is by all the tales a formidable one who never rests and never relents. Be on
  constant guard. Be undismayed. From beyond the grave, I beg you that the burden of McCrindles be
  taken up, and carried forward.
  Uncle Silas
  P.S. Darcus is interred in the State Hospital for the Insane in Wisconsin. He would be about fifty now.
  Do not contact him. Should he ever escape, do not underestimate him. My best advice would be to hide
  the books and let him search as he will. If you contradict him, he turns murderous.
  Silas Papers 5 (p. 143)
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  University Student Missing
  On Camping Trip
  Richard Cardigan, a junior at Miskatonic
  University, remains missing today. Authorities
  report that he apparently was the victim of a
  camping accident.
  Fellow camper and friend Henry Atwater
  was discovered early Sunday morning wander-
  ing the streets of west Arkham, suffering from
  amnesia, and is currently hospitalized.
  The young men left for their trip from
  Arkham on Thursday, to return on Saturday.
  Police located the campsite beside the river a
  half-mile northwest of Cabot Road, but found no
  trace of Richard Cardigan. A search for the
  missing student was abandoned for the day after
  a violent thunderstorm erupted. Police and vol-
  unteers plan to search again tomorrow.
  More volunteers are welcome, and are
  requested to meet after day-break at the Cabot
  Road dead-end. Cabot road runs north off the
  Aylesbury Pike about three miles northwest of
  Arkham. 
  Atwater's Condition
  Though physically well, Atwater suffers from
  amnesia and has been entered in Arkham State
  Sanitarium. Doctors foresee a full recovery.
  Police hope he can soon add details to their
  knowledge, and help locate the missing
  Cardigan. They speculate that the youths may
  have been struck by lightning Friday evening,
  and fear that Cardigan may have been serious-
  ly or fatally injured.
  —Arkham Gazette
  FIREBALL OVER ARKHAM!
  Interplanetary Visitor Startles Our Town
  By Dr. Morris Billings,
  Department of Astronomy, Miskatonic University
  A rare spectacle visited Arkham last night at about
  1:15 A.M. It was a fireball, a meteor large enough
  possibly to have burnt its way through our atmosphere
  and come to rest on earth. Observers as far away as
  Portland and Framingham reported seeing the flaming
  path.
  Our visitor may have left evidence of itself! For
  how you can help to find it, read further in this article.
  Those fortunate enough to have seen the event
  commented upon the subtle greens and golds of its
  fires. Some heard low whistlings or hissings; one man
  in Nashua heard explosions at some distance.
  Bolides, commonly known as fireballs, usually
  break up when approaching the surface of our earth.
  Very rarely, a meteorite is large enough and fast
  enough to leave behind a large hole (or crater) when
  it strikes the earth.
  A very large such formation is thought by some to
  exist near Winslow, Arizona. Residents may recall the
  great fireball of 1913, which was seen disintegrating
  along a path from Saskatchewan to the island of
  Bermuda.
  Many meteors fall toward earth, but few survive
  the terrible jolts and frictions caused by colliding with
  our atmosphere. Those that do survive offer important
  scientific knowledge about our solar system, and per-
  haps about its history.
  Fireball-Hunters Wanted
  I am arranging a search for fragments of last
  night's fireball. To avoid duplication of effort, and to
  receive special instructions, interested citizens should
  contact me at the Department of Astronomy at
  Miskatonic University to receive their search assign-
  ments. We especially hope that owners of automobiles
  can volunteer.
  Speed in finding remnants of the bolide is impera-
  tive, since each passing hour increases the chance of
  contamination from the natural elements. Volunteers
  will be told how to look for fragments, and assigned
  areas in which to search, in order to avoid duplication
  of effort.
  Discovered meteorites will be placed on exhibit at
  the university, with full credit given to discoverers. I
  recently saw the collection of the Naturhistorischen
  Hofmusuem, in Vienna, Austria, and the effect is one
  which would make town and university proud.
  Hills Papers 1 (p. 153)
  Condemned Papers 1 (p. 168)
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  Ethan Williams’ Booke of Thoughts, excerpt
  November 16, 1814
  Memories of Bishop plague me still. Though of our
  Band all are now dead before me, Bishop is but
  Sealed Away.
  I have once more beheld Bowen Bridge and examined
  our craftsmanship thereto. The column stands strong
  and the sigil that we chiseled into the stone is intact
  and bright.
  Still, I fear the years to come, for fear of Sermon
  Bishop’s great curse upon our Seed and his venjance
  there against. And yet more I dread my soul’s
  judgement before Heav’n, as Punishment for the con-
  tractilities I spoke to bind that wizard. Having taken
  his Carnamagos Booke, it fell to me to call upon the
  Powers he favoured. Treating with such Powers has
  stained my heart, and left me fearing all matters
  quizzical, foreign, and dark. So much fearing, never
  did I dare read nor speak the Forbidden Words and
  to call upon the Name, though doing so likelied our
  oppressor’s final death and true dissolution.
  Condemned Papers 2 (p. 172)
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  Thaumaturgical Prodigies, excerpt
  Another man thought leagued with the devil
  was one Sermon Bishop, of Bad Water Road in
  Arkham, along with his fellow-wizard, Richard
  Russel. This Russel lived in Arkham as well, at
  the western end of what we know now as Main
  Street. The two were said to worship a demon
  which lived beneath the ground, and that they
  had pacted with the devil and could not die.
  Among those alive today some remember
  Sermon Bishop, who was among Arkham’s first
  settlers, and they swear that he never aged in all
  the long years he resided here. His wicked pact,
  they say, only left Bishop stooped and bent in
  consequence. Witnesses also tell of both men’s
  evil doings in burial plots, attempting blasphem-
  ical resurrections.
  Arkham citizens rose against him, and some
  say kidnapped and killed him, burying the body
  in the forest or sacking and weighting it down
  into the Miskatonic, in A.D. 1752. Russel fled,
  and was not heard from again.
  Condemned Papers 3 (p. 172)
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  Bishop’s Bridge Burns
  The covered bridge that once crossed the Miskatonic four
  miles upriver is no more. In the last week’s thunderstorms,
  the aging structure was struck by lightning which burned the
  roof and most of the decking and timbers
  Thought to have been built around 1750, only the cen-
  tral stone support and the approaches now exist. The Sheriff
  has closed the road.
  Originally Bowen’s Bridge, after the prosperous farmer who
  built it, folks later began calling it Bishop’s Bridge.
  Locals say that the bridge has attracted lightning strikes.
  The structure had lately grown so decrepit that the County
  closed it to horses and wagons.
  There is visible from the south side of the river a symbol
  decorating the stone of the still-standing central support, of
  unknown meaning and origin.
  Little needed these days, the bridge probably will not be
  rebuilt.
  EMINENT ARKHAMITES
  A Continuing Series by E. Lapham Peabody
  Sermon Bishop, Wizard
  In the mid-18th century, Sermon Bishop was rumored a witch
  and thought to be responsible for misfortunes suffered by
  farmers west of Arkham. Other, darker words were whispered
  of him, but never aloud.
  Elihu Phillips, a neighbor, frequently argued with Bishop.
  When Phillips’ daughter was born with a twisted leg, the farm-
  ers were sure Bishop was responsible. One night, as Bishop
  returned from a visit to Dunwich, Phillips and six other men
  captured him and bound him, and hung with a magical sigil
  round his head.
  Bishop, they said, had used a terrible book to treat with
  a great demon, dealings that left the wizard’s body bent and
  crippled. In compensation, Bishop could not die.
  Rendered helpless by the sigil, the seven carried Bishop
  north to the Miskatonic, and there cemented him into the
  hollow of a stone bridge support while the bridge was under
  construction. They marked the stone support with the same
  sign which bound Bishop, hoping thereby to imprison the wiz-
  ard forever.
  Although the wizard’s seven enemies were among those
  the sheriff questioned, no one was ever charged.
  The wooden roof and walls of the bridge fell into disrepair
  in the later 19th century. In 1901 a powerful lightning bolt
  struck and burned both spans, and the bridge was never
  rebuilt. Only the foundations and the central support remain,
  a few miles west of town. The sign, as folks indicate, is chis-
  eled into the stone of the central support, and can be seen
  today, keeping us all safe from this wizard!
  My particular thanks to Mrs. Nina Williams Hope of
  Arkham, who supplied information important to my tale.
  —Arkham Advertiser
  A History of the 
  Arkham Township, excerpt
  . . . Another such individual was the hunch-
  back Sermon Bishop who, like earlier relatives,
  was accused of witchcraft. This man lived on the
  western outskirts of town, on Hill Street (then
  called Bad Water Road), and was thought a pow-
  erful wizard. Rumors of his activities gave rise to
  grave suspicions, and crop failures and dry cows
  were often blamed on him. Bishop disappeared
  one night while returning home from a visit to
  Dunwich and was never seen again. Rumors flew
  that the Devil had finally come and taken him
  away. The sheriff conducted what all agreed was a
  thorough investigation but no suspects were ever
  brought to trial. Though he likely was the victim
  of foul play, Bishop’s body was never found.
  Condemned Papers 5 (p. 176)
  Ser. Bishop,
  I fear your absensce for manie days proves death at
  the hands of Phillips and his connivers. How they have
  defeated the Treader tokens a conundrum I dare not
  guess, but their Powers must be great, and so I flee.
  If you have been Delayed, and not Slain, my lettres
  to S.O. in Salem and J.C. of Providence notify my des-
  tination, so let not our correspondents fail to acquaint
  you of me, for they have their owne Reasons to speak
  riddles.
  Bookes and papers of Value I take; lesser essays
  to our central Purpose have been carried to the river and
  given over to the Resident. The current Resurrection,
  still lyving in most parte, I kill’t today with a horse
  pistol as too heavy to cart. I have also collaps’d the
  entrance at Parson’s Point.
  I trust to continue our partnership into Truths
  Ultimate, beyond night and day as we have bespoken.
  Russel
  Condemned Papers 7 (p. 183)
  Condemned Papers 4 (p. 173)
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  Klausenburg, Trans.
  September 14
  To the Keen-witted Ser. B., my Greetings & c., 
  Since yr. Failures multiply in calling Back
  that which you mention, may perhaps the
  saltes are imperfect, like a multitude be, or the
  calling was made wrong but I pass no comfort
  to you, for in the recalling of men from their
  essences my victories are sore limited, though
  the gains of that few be great.
  The Treader of the Dust askes payment dear-
  er than gold, and there be other Pracktices to
  forestall Death. Hold not inconsiderate the
  enmitie Binding him to you, and his memory
  is beyond this World by other writings no
  longer to hand this inst., and whereof also
  Alliance fails just when declared and acted
  upon with vigor.
  To yr. desire in yrs. of March 18, the Pnakotic
  Manuscript alas through carronades of excla-
  mation does hint toward and subtly render
  Beings much Resembling the one you sum. If
  the things be brothers, yours antedates even
  the mountains and the seas of this world.
  Leave it sleeping, unless you desire Rankorous
  Tum-Dizzy amongst your neighbors.
  Please, if obtaining the results you hope for,
  contact SS. in Salem and J. Cur. in Providence
  and tell them.
  –H.
  Condemned Papers 6 (crumpled, p. 182)
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  Dead Papers 1 (p. 190)
  Skeleton Found in
  Checkley Manor
  Police Suspect Foul
  Play
  By Roberta Henry
  Demolition of the Checkley
  mansion was halted yesterday by
  the discovery of a skeleton hid-
  den behind a brick wall in the
  basement.
  The house, at 633 Noyes,
  once an Easttown landmark,
  had been nearly leveled when
  workmen broke through a base-
  ment wall and discovered the
  remains beyond.
  Police removed a single
  skeleton and some personal
  effects, under the direction of
  Arkham Medical Examiner, Dr.
  Ephraim Sprague. Dr. Sprague
  has stated that he believes the
  skeleton to be that of an elderly
  woman, but no identification
  has been made.
  Cloth fragments and jewelry
  were also found.
  Additional bone fragments
  are rumored to have been locat-
  ed in the basement, stories
  which the police will neither
  confirm nor deny. A spokesman
  for Beckworth Development
  Co., which ordered the demoli-
  tion, indicated that the compa-
  ny has suspended demolition,
  pending completion of the offi-
  cial investigation.
  The previous owner of the
  home, Jason Checkley, last
  descendant of the Arkham
  Checkleys, died last week at St.
  Mary's Hospital following a
  heart attack.
  This reporter has learned
  that the Checkley fortune had
  dwindled, and that the mansion
  had been sold to Beckworth
  Development two years ago, for
  an undisclosed sum. According
  to Beckworth, the agreement
  allowed Checkley to live out his
  remaining years in the manor.
  Police 
  have 
  questioned
  Willard Crossman, friend of and
  now 
  executor 
  of 
  Jason
  Checkley's effects, in connec-
  tion with the find. Crossman
  himself is presently hospitalized
  at St. Mary's Hospital, recuper-
  ating from a stroke. Doctors
  have refused requests for an
  interview.
  —Arkham Advertiser
  Dead Papers 2 (p. 193)
  A New School In
  Arkham
  Director Jason Checkley today
  announced the opening of an
  institute dedicated to the
  study of spiritualist phenome-
  na, the Checkley Institute for
  Psychic Research.
  Housed on the second floor
  of 623 Brown Street, the cen-
  ter contains an 5000-volume
  library, study space, and a
  small lecture hall.
  Guest rooms, as yet un-
  completed, offer living quar-
  ters for visiting students and
  lecturers.
  — Arkham Advertiser,
  Aug. 28, 1917
  Psychic Institute Closes
  The Checkley Institute for
  Psychic Research today closed
  its doors at 623 Brown Street.
  Co-Directress Mrs. Andrew
  Estheridge 
  castigated 
  the
  increasingly atheistic temper
  of the times while announcing
  that some furnishings would
  be auctioned to pay pending
  Institute debts.
  The founder of the Insti-
  tute, Director Jason Checkley,
  will retain certain portions of
  the Institute library.
  — Arkham Advertiser,
  Nov. 23, 1920
  Event 2
  Ghost Spotted in
  Harper's Woods
  Three people have recently reported
  seeing a ghost prowling Harper's woods,
  just north of town.All three sightings were
  made after midnight by lone drivers.
  One,Brian Fosworth,an employee at
  Benson's Market, was so startled by the
  apparition that he nearly tumbled the
  market's delivery truck into Harpers
  Brook.
  Stories have long been told of sacred
  Indian grounds within the woods.
  In the past,"ghosts" often have been
  reported in the area, but usually a young
  boy with a sheet is discovered to be the
  culprit and the matter is put to rest.
  Really now,young man,it's too early for
  Halloween pranks'
  -Arkham Gazette
  Dead Papers 5 (p. 200)
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  Dead Papers 3A (Checkley’s Testament, p. 195)
  January 1, 1906
  I, Jason Checkley, take full responsibility for the
  death of the negro servant called Marsella.
  Victimized by her in a terrible way, I lost control
  and strangled her with my own hands.
  In my basement I have left three things, dan-
  gerous things that should be destroyed. Although
  they look human, they are not. Take no pity of
  them. The surest way of destroying them can be
  found on page 284 of a book called the “Nyhargo
  Codex”. This book is contained in my library.
  May God have mercy on my soul,
  Jason Checkley
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  Dead Papers 3B (Checkley’s diary, p. 196)
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  A p p e n d i x  4 :  P l a y e r  H a n d o u t s
  
  H .  P .  L o v e c r a f t ’ s  A r k h a m
  Event 3
  Robbery Attempted at Police Station
  An unidentified man last night forced his way past the duty
  sergeant and attempted to enter the property room at the rear
  of the Arkham police station.
  Another officer entering the building tried to detain the
  man, but the culprit fled to the street. The malefactor is
  described as a Negro,slender,bald,and about six feet in height.
  Chief Nichols asks citizens who see this man or who know
  of his whereabouts to contact the police immediately.
  — Arkham Advertiser
  Event 4
  VANDALS DEFILE CEMETERY
  Last night one or more persons unknown entered Christchurch
  Cemetery and unearthed a recently buried coffin. When dis-
  covered this morning, the coffin was fully exposed, the dirt
  heaped up around the outside of the grave.
  The casket seals were damaged in several places but appar-
  ently frustrated the attempt to open the coffin.
  Groundskeepers assure the public that the beloved in ques-
  tion has been safely and securely replaced in peace.
  Police have no suspects.They noted that fraternity hijinks
  traditionally occur in the fall.
  — Arkham Gazette
  Event 5
  TRANSIENT INJURED IN ATTACK
  A man identified only as "Joe" was admitted early this morning
  to St.Mary's,suffering lacerations of the face and neck.At 3:57
  A.M., police found the man running down River Street near
  Garrison, screaming for help. No pursuer was seen. He was
  quickly rushed to emergency treatment.
  Joe claimed to have been attacked by a pale young girl who
  first tried to kiss him and then bit him on the throat.
  The man could give no address.Police surmise that the
  indigent, while sleeping it off in an alley, was attacked by a
  wharf rat or stray dog.
  — Arkham Advertiser
  Event 6
  Warehouse Murder
  Laborers arriving on the job discovered a man's body near the
  Lucky Clover Cartage Co.early this morning.
  The coroner indicates that the man was a victim of vio-
  lence,placing probable cause of death either from shock or loss
  of blood.Though unconfirmed,wounds on the victim's face
  and throat were rumored to be so severe as to obscure most
  features.
  Police investigation continues.
  — Arkham Advertiser
  Event 7
  Mystery Incident at Police Station
  Constable Robert E.Logan,a constable of exemplary record
  and of long service to Arkham s police, was found this morn-
  ing at 5 A.M.in a semi-coherent state at the station.
  Police also report that the property room had been entered,
  but they are unsure if anything is missing.
  Constable Logan was on duty at the time.For the moment,
  police are treating the incident as an internal matter, but no
  one has anything but praise for Logan.Readers may recall that
  last year he valiantly rescued two foolish young men from the
  depths of the Miskatonic.
  The stricken officer is presently in St.Marys Hospital
  undergoing tests.
  — Arkham Gazette
  Event 8
  Atrocity at the Borden Arms
  Police were summoned to the Borden Arms Hotel this morning
  when housemaid Ruby Rankowitz found vile and blasphemous
  remains in a third-floor room.
  Shockingly,officers found a pair of severed human hands
  wrapped in a piece of cloth. Dr. Sprague indicated that the
  hands had been severed from an undetermined corpse about a
  week old.
  Investigation was prompted by the remains of a dismem-
  bered goat strewn about the room; walls and ceiling were
  painted with undecipherable symbols.
  Police believe the renter of the room,a Dr.Marquis,has fled
  Arkham.
  The renter is described as a tall, distinguished-looking
  Negro. The man is said to speak with a French accent, and is
  apparently well-educated.
  — Arkham Advertiser
  Dead Papers 6 (p. 201)
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