Date of journal entry: February 10th, 17██
"In addition to scouring the uprising, we have discovered the strangest thing. A ramshackle collection of abandoned houses. They appear far older than can have been built by these rebel colonists. On the doors were a strange symbol. Two sideways crosses with a circle in-betwixt them. Even after we left them behind, it feels like something is following us. The entire unit is uneasy.
Date of journal entry: February 12th, 17██
"I know not what witchcraft befalls me this night. I somehow awoke several leagues from where we made camp. I walked for hours before I found my detachment. More worrying is what they say is branded upon my back. The same symbol that marked the doors of the abandoned houses."
Entry contains a drawing of subjects brand.
Date of journal entry: February 13th, 17██
"I cannot accurately describe the horrors of my dreams last night. The things I saw in my slumber make the horrors of this war seem like the games of a child. Creatures that elude any ability to describe. They all bore one thing though. The mark that now covers my back. I know not what has happened to me, but I fear to sleep again this night."
Entry contains rudimentary drawings of these creatures.
Date of journal entry: March 8th, 17██
"I was on the door of death this day. The cannonball blew the legs off the man next to me. I myself was lobbed several feet into a nearby tree. I could feel myself nearly shuffle off my mortal coil. But it was not the beauty of my Lord nor the horrors of Hell awaiting me. It was the marked creatures from my dreams. I could feel them trying to drag me into the unfathomable horrors of their dwelling. By sheer fear and will alone I willed myself back to consciousness and stumbled to the nearest doctor. I have lost my own right leg this day. But worse yet, I have lost any comfort of what awaits me in the hereafter.
Date of journal entry: August 21st, 182█
"I have become used to my sleep being haunted by them. I have even named a few recurring beasts to humor myself. But this typical nightmare was made atypical by a new development. A beast spoke to me. The words haunt me in my waking hours. Simply saying 'You die, we free'.
Date of journal entry: August 24th, 18██
"Their speech is becoming more coherent. 'You must die, so we may be free'. My existence seems to be keeping these foul monsters from escaping into our world. I wonder if those who marked me expected me to survive the war. But even I cannot survive the ravages of time and disease. The doctor says it's consumption. My life is nearing its end. And I fear what awaits me and my fellow man if I perish. I must extend my life. I do not care how.
The next several entries have been ripped out by someone. Possibly SCP-XXXX itself. Whatever was written, SCP-XXXX clearly did not want others to find out.
Date of journal entry: September 2nd, 18██
"It feels so wrong. So inhumane. But I have found a way. It still scares me to look in the mirror and see a face that is not mine. But the face is that of a young man. I have been granted an entire new lifespan to keep them contained. And possibly find a way to remove this brand. It was beyond disappointing to find that it followed me to this new body. These beasts are nothing if not persistent.
Date of journal entry: September 3rd, 18██
"The creatures are furious. But their impotent rage at me delaying their release granted me a surprisingly restful slumber."
The next several journals are largely the same. SCP-XXXX continues to search for a method to remove its brand, followed by it somehow acquiring a new body. SCP-XXXX makes mention of siring a family several times. But has left their names oblique, making tracking of possible descendants difficult.
Date of journal entry: February 2nd, 19██
"Another day, another new form. I feel myself becoming oddly numb to robbing life from those I come across. But it must be done."
Date of journal entry: May 5th, 19██
"Something is wrong. I cannot tell if it is the body or the sheer age of my memories, but I'm beginning to forget things. I once could recall the battlefields of the revolution clear as day. Now it is becoming muddled and fuzzy."
Date of journal entry: June 2nd, 19██
"I cannot remember my original name. The face of my original mother or father. If it was not written down in my journals, it would be lost forever. I have to change sooner than anticipated."
Date of journal entry: June 3rd, 19██
"I have forgotten how. I have changed my form so many times over the centuries. But now it is gone from my memory. And in my disgust all those years ago, I ripped the written method to do so out. I am trapped in this body. I can feel my mind slipping away. The creatures can feel this. They do nothing but laugh as my dreams come."
The remaining journals gradually become more incoherent.
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