Original Mythos (Miscellaneous Journal Entry One)

I went looking through some of my dad’s old books (He wrote journal entries and cooking recipes in the same book for easier accessibility), and I found something that sort of scares me. It’s written in sort of a simple scratch lettering, like if it was written in the dark, which is kind of odd, since he normally writes very nicely. The notes in parentheses are mine.

Oct 27, 1991 (Two months or so before I was born)

“I’ve been having these dreams again. They always start on nights when the trees hit the windows. I keep dreaming about my son. He is going to be born in a few months, the doctor says. But whenever I have these dreams, I hear this ominous sound like the air is just being pushed by some invisible subwoofer, and is rushing past my head in a pulse. Then I saw a man. I think it was my boy all grown up (It’s not me, goddammit). He is tall and skinny, I can’t see his face, but his eyes are dark spheres, and he has a weird gait as he moves toward me. His hair flows past his shoulders, and it looks like hes walking on that. I hear something being repeated over and over:
When you fear me, I love you; when you cower, I draw near to protect you; I will always protect you, I will always watch you. Your blindness is my omniscience; your weakness, my omnipotence. Until the day you die. Until the day you die.
I don’t hear the words, but they always stick in my head. I’m going to watch over my son. Until the day I die, until the day he dies.”