The Last Words of Alexander Renfield

This disturbing document chronicles the last few days of Alexander Renfield shortly before his disappearance after the Charlotte's Lake incident. It is being published at the request of his family members through an agreement with the FBI and Interpol (although Interpol's interest in a domestic missing person's case is still undergoing some scrutiny in conspiracy theorist circles). The language is understandably that of either a melodramatic hoaxer or possibly a raving lunatic. The names of individuals have been altered by (agency name blacked out) to ensure the safety of those involved.

Even as I write this I can hear them banging their fists against the door. They intend to splinter the worm eaten wood and gain entry to my sanctuary. Should they succeed, this will be the only record of my visit to this town. It is with grim conviction that I remain in the assertion that they will rip me to shreds, but leave my papers untouched.

First I beg the reader forgive my personal message to my loved ones. Had I known the evil that I had been told of was not only real, but worse than any of us had ever imagined, I would have heeded the first breath of warning. It is because I am foolish enough to come here that I am deserving of the fate that awaits me in the teeth of those creatures on the other side of the door. I can only hope those reading this aren't currently suffering a similar fate at the hands of the monstrous beings that haunt these streets. Friends and loved ones, I can only offer you my apologies boldly and ignorantly expecting it to be of some level of comfort.

To strangers allow me to introduce myself. The commotion beyond the doors has temporarily stopped. They have left for now, but will return in greater numbers. Soon even this sanctuary will be full of them. Soon I will be taken.