The relevant journal entries begin on the date May 7, 1997
Taking a trip to France to study the newly discovered cave paintings on the invitation of a colleague there. I'm struggling to hide my excitement. These paintings are dated at over 75,000 years old! That would make them the oldest discovered paintings yet!
Entry is dated May 15, 1997
Had a wonderful time at the dig site yesterday, It was fascinating. I've got a few theories about what I found there, and I can't wait to pound out a report when I get home. I've still got a day and a half until my flight home, so I'm going to go see Paris. I think I'll start with the art museum.
Entry is dated May 16, 1997
I've had a terrible headache since yesterday, so I decided to head home early and go to bed. Maybe I'll feel well enough to do something tomorrow before I have to catch my flight.
Entry is dated May 17, 1997
Was feeling a little better today, but not enough to actually do anything. It's a shame I didn't get to see more of Paris, but I'm willing to bet the university will send me back here a few more times, so I'm not sweating it to much. I'm just going to relax until my flight.
Entry is dated May 20, 1997
I've been feeling strange since I've gotten back. The flight home was uneventful, I slept like a rock, but the headache still hasn't gone away completely. I've been feeling on edge lately. It's difficult to relax. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm wondering if I should see a professional about it.
Entry is dated May 21, 1997
I saw something horrible tonight.
I'm sure of it. I was going for an evening walk, and I could have sword someone was following me. I quickened my pace, but I couldn't shake the feeling. I didn't actually see anyone, but I could feel whoever it was gaining on me. Then, when I passed under the street light, I saw it. Or rather, its shadow. I turned around the moment I glimpsed the shadow to face it, but there was nothing there. I'm not sure what shadow I saw, but whatever it was, it was big and it wasn't human.
Christ, am I losing it?
Entry is dated May 25, 1997
I was driving home from work tonight, and I swear to God I saw that thing standing in the woods at the side of the road. I only saw a glimpse of it for a split second when my lights passed over it. It was big, much taller than a human, and it was jet black, covered in fur too, I think. A part of me wanted to pullover and make sure I had actually seen it, but I was too scared. God, I don't know what to do.
Entry is dated May 30, 1997
I've been drawing lately, for the first time since I was a kid. It was pictures of what I saw. I don't really know why I draw so much of it, maybe I'm trying to assure myself of what I saw. I keep getting calls from the university, because I haven't shown up for work in days. I want to go, but I just…can't for some reason. If I went to work they'd see something was wrong with me, God knows its obvious to me when I look in the mirror. I know they'll tell me to get help, but I just can't. No one will understand this, how could they? They'll just put me in the nut house, or try and put me on anti-psychotics, but I'm not crazy. These aren't just hallucinations, they can't be. This thing is real I can feel it watching me, all the time.
Entry is dated May 26, 1997
It watched me sleep last night, I know it. I could feel it. When I got out of bed this morning, I heard it behind me as I walked to the bathroom. It's breath was hot on my neck, and I could hear the floor creak as it walked. I turned around, and it wasn't there.
Entry is dated May 27, 1997
I've been looking at all these drawings I keep making. It was so familiar. I knew I'd seen it before. All of this started when I went to France, and the only thing I did in France was look at art. At first I thought it was the gallery. But then I realized. Where I had seen it before. The cave paintings. There was a tall, black figure that was the centerpiece of the art.
Entry is dated May 30, 1997
I was able to get some sleep for once last night, and when I woke up, I felt better. No noises or weird feelings or shadows. I got up and went to my bathroom. When I looked in the mirror I saw it. For the first time, I really saw it. It was standing right behind me, and I saw its face. It was a human's face, and it was crying.
The last entry is not dated
I have to stop it. I'm so sorry.
The journal was received from an anonymous source. Investigation into Dr. ███████ revealed that she had died in 1997 in a house fire.