Author: Praskovia Vlasova (Girhasha)
Material: Sterling silver or bronze.
Dimentions: distains between horns – 6.2 cm (2.4 in.), length – 7 cm (2.7 in.).
Accessories: silver chain or leather lace.
Status: For sail.
Even a bottle of fake bitter whiskey cannot send away horrible shadows that settled in my head. Like a corrosive chemical mist, they seep between my intimate thoughts and fill my mind. It seems that I exhale this poison together with cigarette smoke, and it spreads on the floor gathering in the dark corners. I hear there some rustling and ugly shadows reach out their hands to me.
These disembodied ghosts frighten me more than the fact that I can lose my life soon. By taking this case, by looking behind the veil of terrible secrets, I have signed myself a death sentence. I have no doubt that soon they will come for me. They want to return their belongings, the trophies that I managed to get during the investigation: fragments of ancient riddles, the answers to which have long been lost in the darkness of superstitions. The paradox is that neither I nor these evidences can harm them or interfere with their plans. I only have a few strange horned pendants which I took from the dead cultists. These are all my clues. Anyone who looks at them will immediately consider me insane. I would be glad if it can be true… But what I saw in their temple fills the shine of the polished metal with an ominous meaning, and the empty eye sockets of goat skulls stare at me as if they can see me.
Time is flowing slowly, like tar. The shadows have taken physical forms but still cannot decide to go out into the light. They are whispering, but I do not understand their language.
Finally, my nervous expectation of the reckoning ceases. I thought that a flimsy door to my office would just be broken, but instead, I hear a delicate but insistent knock. I stand up and go to the door. I am even curious, who was sent to get my head?