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Today, I believe we lost Collinwood, or at least we began to.  As David began to laugh like a maniac, the music began.  It was the music that Grandfather Edward forbade.  Now, I know why.  It was the music of sadness and cruelty and sorrow, all dipped in nectar. ECS Advertisements

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“David,” School days, school days! One last game for you, my friends, and a special learning game for your teacher. Title: Endgame.  And there’s just one winner.  Guess who? Professor Q. Collins

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The strain on Mr. Jennings is showing as the transformations deviate from what was a reliable pattern.  Would the amulet have saved him?  I so wish that I could take him into my confidence and tell of my own travails.  That memory is still one that makes me feel so very, very alone when I […]

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Young David may have been more of a pawn than the player.  I’ve found automatic writing in his hand… a portent of his releasing Mr. Jennings from the secret room?  His “story” indicates that.  An Edwardian gentleman and lady.  One seems to be a sentinel of protection.  One of menace.  But why.  More crucially, why now? […]

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Sabrina, One day, you’ll read this and you’ll know this is the first happy day we’ll have had in a long time. Chris can’t hide any more. All my love, Ned

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Roger Collins is a Collins, through-and-through.  He is: Stubborn Willfully ignorant Hot-tempered Irrational Proud Superficial and, arguably, somewhat pompous. The west wing has caused us no end of agony.  There have been three murders.  Three ghosts from reliable witnesses.  An assassination attempt on one ROGER COLLINS (one I’ve come to see as a sad failure […]

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BRAITHWAITE AND SON Silversmith to Collinsport I N V O I C E Mr. Barnabas Collins, You are a bringer of wonders!  The amulet should have been instantly recognizable.  The only problem is that an “instant” takes several hours when you’re my age.  Yes, that was my first piece… made it for my father when […]

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There must be an answer to the formula.  A secure coffin for an infant… on the grounds of Collinwood.  A pentagram amulet within — were it inverted, it would have been a symbol of the Left Hand Path.  In this configuration?  An essential aversion to the werewolves of lore.  I am having Ezra Braithwaite, a […]

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A seance led to the spirit of a medium accusing murder, followed by Doctor Hoffman’s hypnosis of Mr. Jennings (uneventful), and a decision to expose him as a werewolf should we not be able to cure him. It was after this point that the day took a turn for the outré.  It then became a […]

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Gentlemen, I have once again entered the realm of the spirits!  But after a crashing hangover, I set to work. Haw! In all seriousness, the ghosts that Madame Findley and I tried to alert the Collins Clan to have not abated.  Odd, since they only cost that poor and deeply stirring woman her life.  You’d […]

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