The echoes in the darkness sometime invade the dreams of the sane. Sanity is the tenuous hold on the familiar things of the world. Can someone truly be called insane if all of the familiarity of the world was removed? If the world was transformed from the kind world of the familiar to that of darkness, is that insanity? Or is insanity the enlightenment of some individuals that have seen into the darkness and have escaped with their lives? Do not go looking for the darkness, sometimes you find it.
One must understand something about myself. I am no writer. I did not intend this to be some sort of adventure or horror novel, but I felt compelled to put it to pen. In fact, when I first considered writing down this story, I dismissed the thought because I did not want some foolhardy person to follow our trail. To discover what we had. But I came to realize that I had to write the story. I cannot describe quite why I became compelled to inscribe the events that so changed my life but I just believe that it is time.
My name is Templeton Ugene Hyde, born the third son of a wealthy British aristocrat. I left the British Isle at the age of 19 to seek my education at the esteemed Miskatonic University in Massachusetts. There I began to realize that true freedom that my heart had always desired. I was too far from my family for them to influence my life, and I liked that. I attended the University for three years, studying various topics, mostly anything that struck my fancy. In fact, I realized that as long as I was a student, my family would not call for my return. I guess they thought that my education was of greater import.
Finally my family sent my older brother, Dorian to hasten my education. Dorian had already become a physician of some repute in London, but shared my restless soul. He had come to the colonies at the bequest of my older brother Stephan. It was always my father’s intention that his oldest son, Stephan, to tend to the family affairs. And when he died, Stephan quietly assumed the role. I do not begrudge my brother, in fact I pity him. He was strapped to the responsibility of the family at the ripe age of 22. And arguably one of the most influential persons in the entire British Isle, there was no one who had their life more dictated to them than him. But Stephan did not admonish his responsibilities; in fact, I believe that he so understood his role that he assumed it without a second thought.
My other brother, Dorian, is completely different story. My father never understood my brother, Dorian. My mother had used to use words such as eccentric and flamboyant to describe him. I always enjoyed using a colonial term and dubbed him, fag. But it was not his homosexuality that people did not understand, it was his mannerisms. And it was not that he was crude, but merely inappropriate.
Between the two personalities of my brothers, I easily slipped between the cracks of the family and was able to forge my own existence without too much interference. I suppose I am the least understood son by my parents. The quiet stoicism of Stephan was expected. The randy flamboyance of Dorian is still acceptable. But my lack of aristocratic mannerisms probably disturbed my parents most of all. They did not see it coming.
One must understand something about myself. I am no writer. I did not intend this to be some sort of adventure or horror novel, but I felt compelled to put it to pen. In fact, when I first considered writing down this story, I dismissed the thought because I did not want some foolhardy person to follow our trail. To discover what we had. But I came to realize that I had to write the story. I cannot describe quite why I became compelled to inscribe the events that so changed my life but I just believe that it is time.
My name is Templeton Ugene Hyde, born the third son of a wealthy British aristocrat. I left the British Isle at the age of 19 to seek my education at the esteemed Miskatonic University in Massachusetts. There I began to realize that true freedom that my heart had always desired. I was too far from my family for them to influence my life, and I liked that. I attended the University for three years, studying various topics, mostly anything that struck my fancy. In fact, I realized that as long as I was a student, my family would not call for my return. I guess they thought that my education was of greater import.
Finally my family sent my older brother, Dorian to hasten my education. Dorian had already become a physician of some repute in London, but shared my restless soul. He had come to the colonies at the bequest of my older brother Stephan. It was always my father’s intention that his oldest son, Stephan, to tend to the family affairs. And when he died, Stephan quietly assumed the role. I do not begrudge my brother, in fact I pity him. He was strapped to the responsibility of the family at the ripe age of 22. And arguably one of the most influential persons in the entire British Isle, there was no one who had their life more dictated to them than him. But Stephan did not admonish his responsibilities; in fact, I believe that he so understood his role that he assumed it without a second thought.
My other brother, Dorian, is completely different story. My father never understood my brother, Dorian. My mother had used to use words such as eccentric and flamboyant to describe him. I always enjoyed using a colonial term and dubbed him, fag. But it was not his homosexuality that people did not understand, it was his mannerisms. And it was not that he was crude, but merely inappropriate.
Between the two personalities of my brothers, I easily slipped between the cracks of the family and was able to forge my own existence without too much interference. I suppose I am the least understood son by my parents. The quiet stoicism of Stephan was expected. The randy flamboyance of Dorian is still acceptable. But my lack of aristocratic mannerisms probably disturbed my parents most of all. They did not see it coming.
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