Editor’s note: At this point, the journals and papers pick up in April of 1967.  

Success!  After a period of time nightmarish in the extreme, I used my last burst of willpower to survey the nearby area for an individual of a very specific and flexible sense of morality. After a time, I summoned him and he duly released me from my cage.  I am uncertain as to how I did not drain him of blood completely, so thorough was my hunger, but in some, strange way, he seemed familiar, somewhat like my Cousin Crispin, in truth.  That sound… the sound of the chains being lifted (and that accursed cross being ripped away from my sight) was one I believed would never ring in my ears.

The torment is over.  I am free.

Barnabas Collins

Date unknown.  Year unknown.


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