Vincent (cont.)
March 24, 1873
After Cathleen and I had been going out for some time, Vincent behaved more in distress. He would sneak out at night, climbing out through the window. Sometimes I would awake to see his bed untouched from the night before. Always though, within a few days at most, he would return. Both Cathleen and I suspected that he had finally moved on from me and found himself a lover. His behavior slowly began to change, however, from a observant and patient boy to that of a more intolerant, hasty adolescent. Inexplicably, save the fact that he was most likely not human, he grew more muscular, quick witted, and larger. He began to act suspicious; Cathleen voiced her concerns to me that he might have taken to criminal actions, and I agreed. I approached Vincent, and he denied breaking any laws. Still, I forbade him from leaving the house.
For awhile, I must admit, he was a good man and listened to my wishes, but after some time, he again began to sneak out. Nailing shut the windows was done in vain; Vincent was inhumanly strong, and would pry them open. Whatever was out there he wanted, and badly. I could tell it was beginning to control his life. Approaching him with questions was futile, and he began to avoid me. I will admit this deeply hurt me, so I left him alone and focused my attention on wooing Cathleen. Shortly, we were engaged, and soon to be married. Upon our wedding night, Vincent disappeared, but foolishly I brushed it off as another one of his expeditions. However, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I began to question people in town, and they looked at me as if insane. Nobody had seen such a large oddity as Vincent. The only people who actually had a shred of belief in the way they talked to me were the two or three families whom their children had disappeared. This made me even more worried, so I took time off and explored the state, searching desperately for Vincent. After three years, I wearily came back to my office with a welcoming Cathleen. I began my practices again, and lived my life without Vincent.
Cathleen and I now have a lovely male child, born two days ago, that I myself have named after my good friend: Vincent. Naming him such, I thought it be proper to write my experiences on my comrade, if not for my son to see when he is old enough to understand. I doubt I shall meet anybody like this man ever again, and I ponder if there are others like him, or if he is a mutation of a human. Either way, I end this report, sadly, for I have no more to say on this matter.
~Faustus Brackenwell
After Cathleen and I had been going out for some time, Vincent behaved more in distress. He would sneak out at night, climbing out through the window. Sometimes I would awake to see his bed untouched from the night before. Always though, within a few days at most, he would return. Both Cathleen and I suspected that he had finally moved on from me and found himself a lover. His behavior slowly began to change, however, from a observant and patient boy to that of a more intolerant, hasty adolescent. Inexplicably, save the fact that he was most likely not human, he grew more muscular, quick witted, and larger. He began to act suspicious; Cathleen voiced her concerns to me that he might have taken to criminal actions, and I agreed. I approached Vincent, and he denied breaking any laws. Still, I forbade him from leaving the house.
For awhile, I must admit, he was a good man and listened to my wishes, but after some time, he again began to sneak out. Nailing shut the windows was done in vain; Vincent was inhumanly strong, and would pry them open. Whatever was out there he wanted, and badly. I could tell it was beginning to control his life. Approaching him with questions was futile, and he began to avoid me. I will admit this deeply hurt me, so I left him alone and focused my attention on wooing Cathleen. Shortly, we were engaged, and soon to be married. Upon our wedding night, Vincent disappeared, but foolishly I brushed it off as another one of his expeditions. However, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I began to question people in town, and they looked at me as if insane. Nobody had seen such a large oddity as Vincent. The only people who actually had a shred of belief in the way they talked to me were the two or three families whom their children had disappeared. This made me even more worried, so I took time off and explored the state, searching desperately for Vincent. After three years, I wearily came back to my office with a welcoming Cathleen. I began my practices again, and lived my life without Vincent.
Cathleen and I now have a lovely male child, born two days ago, that I myself have named after my good friend: Vincent. Naming him such, I thought it be proper to write my experiences on my comrade, if not for my son to see when he is old enough to understand. I doubt I shall meet anybody like this man ever again, and I ponder if there are others like him, or if he is a mutation of a human. Either way, I end this report, sadly, for I have no more to say on this matter.
~Faustus Brackenwell