The Richaleaux House

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The second part of the search for the secret of Mrs. Clayton. A secret journal and a new cult.

Submitted: August 26, 2013

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There is more to be discovered out there than you or I could ever dream of.  There are things out there of such wonder and beauty that the mundane world of the everyday becomes meaningless after seeing them, and things so hideous that a retreat to blind madness are the only recourse.  I have walked through new vistas of reality and done things that would make your blood curdle, but it is here on this plane that I met the true nightmare.

 

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Perhaps I should pause here to explain.  About a year ago I shared the story of my childhood neighbor Mrs. Clayton.  If you haven’t read her story, don’t worry it is only tangential to what is being detailed here.  After I posted that story I received some interesting information from /u/kellyrabbit, /u/swarmerx, and a few others.  I’ve spent the last year researching what facts I’ve been able to piece together about Mrs. Clayton’s life, and investigating some other events which I believe may have been related.  A name that has come up over and over in my investigations, named in books and diaries on the subject over and over again is Michael Tynion.  Up until about a week ago, I believed Tynion to be a hoax.  He shows up over and over again in writings starting in about 1992 and running into the early 2000s, but there’s never been any real evidence that he existed.  About a week ago I was involved in a line of enquiry that led me directly to what I believe is proof of Tynion’s existence.  What I’m sharing with you here are pages from Tynion’s journal detailing something near the end of his life that I believe is at least tangentially related Mrs. Clayton.  I’ll break in periodically expand on what some of my research has told me about Tynion as becomes necessary.

 

- Hibernica

 

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14 May, 2003 - My investigation into the Richaleaux family has finally begun in earnest.  I believe I may have stumbled onto some incontrovertible evidence of some dark worship stretching back to the pre-Christian days, centering on the Richaleaux and their ancestors.  Definitive genealogies for times before the 1600s is difficult to come by, but I am confident in my information nevertheless.  I was set on the track of this evidence by one of the Richaleaux children, so I am wary of a trap.  But it would be a mistake to show too much caution now that I am so close to an answer at last.  My poor, beloved Annabelle...  I have gained access to the Richaleaux family estate in the mountains near Pittsburgh.  I will be keeping this journal of my impressions and beliefs separate from my more academic pursuits of the estate and its occupants.

 

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I have yet to determine for certain who Annabelle is or what she has to do with the Richaleaux family.  There are other volumes to read through, and now that I know that Tynion almost certainly existed I think it will be worth my time to start looking for a family history.

 

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14 May, 2003, evening - The estate is more than I could have ever dreamed.  I have never been so close to the truth.  More in the morning.

 

15 May, 2003 - Last night the youngest son of the Richaleaux allowed me onto their property and gave me the opportunity to examine some of the family’s heirlooms.  I am still uncertain of his motivations and so am being wary, but I am optimistic of finding something nevertheless.  I had only a short time to look through the manse, but what I have found is compelling.  Many of the family’s ancient books and jewelry contain marking peculiar to the Cult of the Ragged Eye.  Many of the books Wilbur allowed me to examine are not written in English, or any other language I recognize.  There were other books too, of course.  The library was well stocked with books of occult and ancient historic significance.  They had a Japanese first printing of The Book of Fiends and a Latin translation of the old, unnamed, Arabic book that seems to be the root of all of this.

 

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The Cult of the Ragged Eye is a cult so old and resilient that it would be a mainstream religion today if its secrecy wasn’t so intensely guarded by its members.  Most serious scholars do not believe that the cult ever existed, but they are wrong.  They are still active.

 

Most of the sources I’ve found refer to the Arabic book as The Necronomicon, but always with the footnote that they stole the name from H.P. Lovecraft for sake of some light humor.  Tynion finds this habit of naming the unnamable distasteful.

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Even if the family’s interest in the Cult of the Ragged Eye proves to be as academic as they claim, their library should give me a wealth of information I was formerly lacking in.  Still, I think I may be on to something.  There were several rooms in the manse that Wilbur told me were off limits entirely, even to him.  He says only his aged parents and his oldest sister are permitted into those rooms anymore.  I shall have to find a way to gain entry.  I tried to press Wilbur about the cult, but he was strangely reticent to discuss it, even academically and instead insisted that I focus on the books.

 

I have taken considerable notes from the books in the library, especially the occult ones, for use in my analysis of the family and of the Cult of the Ragged Eye, but this journal is purely for my personal reactions and impressions, not academic pursuits.  Here I will simply say that the things written in those books, if half true, demonstrate a world far more sinister and indifferent than even I, with all of my study, dared to imagine.  There is much more to learn.

 

18 May, 2003 - I have gained access to one of the forbidden rooms!  Wilbur left me in the library today while he left to attend to his own affairs.  I took the opportunity to go exploring.  One of the closed rooms was accidentally left unlocked.  I opened the door just a crack, and, finding the room unoccupied, slowly entered.  I turned on the lights and examined the room more closely.  To initial appearances it appeared to be a room carved directly into stone, however the Richaleaux estate is not on a hillside and I was not in a basement level, meaning that either this was a facade cleverly disguised to look like rock, or that parts of the house are made of stone and hidden on the outside by wood paneling.  The room was plain and unadorned except for a stone table in the center of the room.  The table was nothing special either.  It was clean and undamaged, but had a look about it of being old and roughly hewn.  There was a small shelf that ran around the edge of the room as well, apparently part of the same rock the room was carved from.  On the shelf sat several books and odd scientific implements.  I was unable to fathom the purpose of the instruments, but the books were more of the same kind as were in the library; important and influential books on the occult including the anonymously authored Unaussprechliche Herrlichkeit. Involvement in some kind of cult is appearing more and more likely.  I may have finally found a concrete connection the Ragged Eye!

 

I was unable to spend much more time in the room examining books, however, lest Wilbur discover my deceit.  Continued entry into this house is priority.  I am hoping to soon find one of the older members at home that I may interview them as well.

 

19 May, 2003 - I was plagued by strange dreams last night of the stone room at  the Richaleaux manse.  I dreamt I was exploring the room once more, but I could sense a malevolent presence watching me.  Everything in my dream seemed identical to what I had seen earlier in the day except for two details.  The first being that the door to the main house was gone, and the second was a door on the other side of the room, carefully concealed, hanging ever so slightly ajar.  As I approached the hidden door I felt the malevolent presence grow in potence.  Having nowhere else to go, I pushed the door open and was engulfed in a pink light and fell awake.  Each time I woke from this dream I found myself soaked in sweat and my sheets tangled about me, as though I had been thrashing and attempting to flee something.  Most peculiar.  I will have to be more careful of my imagination.

 

22 May, 2003 - My research into the Cult of the Ragged Eye is going incredibly well.  Wilbur has even helped me identify, if not read, some of the more unrecognizable books in the occult section.  The Richaleaux library has books whose existence has never been more than rumored, and whose names can’t even be translated.  The dreams of the stone room have continued, however.  Each night I get a little further into the hallway on the other side of the door.  It seems to be made of the same rough cut stone as the room, and from the end of the hallway pulsates an odd pink light.  The malevolent force that I sense gets stronger every night as well.  Sometimes I imagine I can sense it even when I’m awake and miles from the house.

 

23 May, 2003 - I have revisited the stone room today.  I examined carefully the walls and discovered a hidden door on the far side of the room.  I very slowly pushed it open to reveal a long stone hallway.  By my reckoning the room is on the outside edge of the house.  Any doors there should have opened to the outside.  The stones were washed in pink light, much like in my dream, and the sense of being watched by something horrible and evil was more than I could bear.  I fled the room, pulling the door shut behind me.  Shaken, I was unable to hide from Wilbur what I had done.  Rather than growing angry with me, Wilbur seemed to show pity.  He took me to the library and gave me a cup of tea.  While I drank it he disappeared, reemerging in a few minutes with a xeroxed copy of the Arabic book which he gave to me.  He told me that my only hope for salvation now lay in its pages.  He told me I should flee now, but not by sea or air.  I will make my way to Oregon, maybe up to Alaska if necessary.  The All-Seeing Eye will eventually find me no matter where I go, but it is not a spirit of the earth, so keeping to the ground will afford me some protection.  Hopefully it will be enough.

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The journal was found in a cave in Oregon sealed in a water tight box.  It also had a heavily annotated copy of the Arabic book.  Some pages appear to have been torn out.  I’m sending the copy of the book to an associate who has been helping me with my researches.  She’s familiar with the book and may be able to determine what Tynion thought was happening, or what he was trying to do.  I am also planning to visit the now abandoned husk of what was the Richaleaux manse next time I’m in the Pittsburgh area.  The whole thing was destroyed in a mudslide in early 2005, the Richaleaux family having moved about approximately 6 months before the accident.  That would mean that it was roughly a year after Tynion went to visit Wilbur Richaleaux that they left the Pittsburgh area.  Records on where they moved to are fuzzy, but I am trying to

wade through the mire of paperwork.  I can’t tell if the Cult of the Ragged Eye has anything to do with what Mrs. Clayton was involved in, but I think the two groups may have had an antagonistic relationship from what little information I have found.  I will pursue more information on the cult for now.  Like Michael Tynion I do believe the cult is still active.  I have even visited what I believe to be active sites of worship in the northwestern portion of PA and eastern Ohio.  Hopefully the Ragged Eye will be able to give me some leads towards finding Mrs. Clayton’s group.


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