Strange as hell.Essex girls

 I went to that party I was telling you about on Friday... It wasn't the kind of party you would normally expect from England...at least not the kind that I was expecting when I was invited. But it was a really really nice party.
  The most interesting thing about it was a group of seven or so girls ( Yes...like many "foreigners" I am not used to talking to English people let alone girls),who kept on hitting on me and my friend Alfie (English born/Aussie state of mind)...which was pretty awkward as the party was really very ...childish. And me and Alfie were clearly older than most of the children there. They said that they really liked us ( the word they used was "fancy"...i'm still learning what exactly that means...also there is a word- "peng"- wth is that????comment if u know) So yeah...they gave us their numbers ( which we pretended to save as they looked like the kind of girl u wouldn't wanna know) and said that we should hang around...
   My feelings towards this were these:
1.I was somewhat flattered
2.I was disgusted by how easy the go
3.I was afraid that they would turn into zombies and eat our brains.
4.Just...baffled by their..."slut-iness"
   But we decided to just wait and see what happens without actually doing anything.Eventually they asked for my name ...asked for theirs without actually be interested. then my age...15...they didn't believe...and that was about it...me and alfie were both treated as pedos from there on ...we laughed...a lot, made fun of them and that it...I wouldn't have talked to them anyway ...these horrible beings of a naive nature...these DUM DUM DUM!!!!! ESSEX GIRLS

Delusion (pt1)

    Word that the Shaman is in the possession of some unidentified, ancient looking artefacts got to me from a Christian preacher working with one of the Nubian tribes...
At least this is what I have heard from his friends and family.I tried to talk to the man in person but I just couldn't reach him.

    I did not know-at the time- that the man was insane, and that his relatives only told me part of what the poor soul confessed to them in his hideous, bone-chilling seizures.He was sent home from Africa after he brutally murdered two of his former colleagues with nothing but some blunt cutlery.

     As I embarked upon the ship that was supposed to carry me to the Egyptian Port of Safaga, one of the preacher's relatives (his wife would be my best guess) stopped me to give me the preacher's Journal. She said that it might prove useful to me, and that she would be relieved if she got rid of it anyway.
    

Confession

           Have you ever felt that the world spins around you? That the fabric of the Universe itself bends to your Fears, Needs and Wishes?


         The following scraps of memory have been laid on paper on a very short notice. I apologize for any incertitudes that may result from it. But I feel like I have -or at least try- to explain what monstrous truths I have witnessed...or at least I think I did, on the night of  the 23rd of May, 2002.
For if I don't, I feel like I might lose the last patch of sanity that I possess...or worse.


       I shall start from the beginning.

     My name is Victor Druchenski, I am an anthropologist. By the time the following events would unfold, I had just graduated from the cultural and social anthropology wing of the Odysseus University, California.
After I finished my studies, I managed to get in touch with a charitable group of volunteers whose main goal was to help the poor indigenous tribes of north Africa to adapt to the modern civilization.
    I told them that I was willing to join them because I was interested in the traditional African culture and customs, they told me that I was free to do my research as long as I could also contribute to the assimilation plan.
I must admit that I had little to no concern for the actual project, my opinion always being that, as long as civilization accepted them, it was their choice to adapt or not, and no project could change this.

    My true intent was to find and interrogate a Nubian shaman by the name of Abdul Alhazred.