What horrors I have seen, good reader, are not for the faint of heart. So, before I begin my tale, I must warn you. The things you read in this journal may frighten, they may shock and disgust, and they may challenge your very idea of the world. But everything I write here is true. Our eyes are vailed from the true mysteries of the world we live in. There are things I will tell you about that you will not, you cannot believe. At first, I did not believe them myself, even seeing them with my own eyes. The things I have seen and experianced can barely be comprehended by the human mind, and are invisible to those who have not been... awakened.

I do not know how this journal has fallen into your hands, nor do I know what you know. I do not know that I'll even be alive when these words are read for the first time. If you have already seen what I have seen, then I sympathize. May all the Gods of all the Worlds have mercy on you.

Gods. What an interesting word. What an interesting concept. They are not devine, but simply beings that created us for their own sick and twisted amusements. Some are flesh and blood, others, I'm not so sure. My research is far from finished, and I don't know if I'll complete it while I'm alive. The mere thought of death sends chills to my very core. If I feared death before, I fear it even more now, for I know what waits in the afterlife. Oh yes, there is an afterlife.

Forgive me, I am rambling inconcistently. You probably think me insane, I'm sure. I doubt my own sanity, my mind has been fractured so in these past years of exploration and realization. I will explain, and start my story from the beginning.

My name is Dr. Liam Adderton. I am an anthropologist, sepcializing in the myths and theologies of ancient civilizations, as well as modern occult practices and their origins. I have many degrees from various institutes of learning, all of which I garnered before the age of 25. Where I grew up and where I reside now are irrelevent. The beginning of my journey into this maddening reality that is hidden so well amongst us is what is important.

It all began in the winter of 1934 in America. I was 30 years old, and had just returned home from an expedition to a newly discovered Mayan temple. The findings were barely worth my time, most of what was uncovered about the Mayan religion, I already knew. A new, local sea Goddess was unearthed, but it was hardly of note. No other part of the Mayan civilization mentioned her anywhere.

When I returned home, an urgent telegram was waiting for me at the local University where I taught Ancient Philosophy. It was from a fellow anthropologist I had studied with years before. He had apparently made a great discovery about the strange symbols that made up Rongorongo, the strange and as yet untraslated written language of the ancient peoples of Easter Island. A way to decipher them, the telegram said, and a religious text found burried beneath a Moai statue.

Naturally, the finding of any form of religion of the native peoples of East Island peaked my interest. I was thrilled when I found that he was inviting me to come to the island itself and help in his investigation. I had no class schedueled for the winter quarter at the University, so I knew I had time to spare. Oh, if only there was more interest in Ancient Philosophy and the University demanded I teach that quarter, I would have been spared from this knowledge I now fear.

If I was to come and help investigate, he told me, I shouldn't reply. I should get to the island post haste, and that is what I did. If only my plane had crashed into the ocean, I never would have seen the horror that awaited me when I arrived there.