To you, the reader of this most incredible book, I offer you my greetings. My name is Percival Parkins and I am the owner of the small-time (but ever-growing!) upstate New York magazine, The Parkins Occult Journal and I am indeed proud to present to you, this most extraordinary story….
Now…I’ll say right upfront here, that I have always loved the things that go bump in the night, the shadowed chill that overtakes you while walking past a dark cemetery and the fog that rolls in on an Autumn evening, but never in my life did I expect to find anything this…well…I don’t believe the word, ‘grand,’ would be out of place here.
I’m not a young man, but I’m not old either. I have my full faculties, a head full of hair (it’s white, but it’s still all there!) and all my teeth. I am not suffering from dementia and I don’t see Elvis or any other drug induced or aging brain-type delusions.
I’m as sane as sane comes…but…I have always loved the paranormal. In fact, I grew up in a haunted house. I think all of us know a person or two even, who have a story to tell about the cold spot in the basement, the attic window that slams shut for no reason, the drafts in the hallway and in my case, the ghost of my grandpa, Erastus, walking out the kitchen door to the apple orchard behind he and grandma’s house, after he died.
But Vampires?
Never could you have convinced me that they really exist!
I just can’t fathom (and truth be told, still can’t, but I simply see no way to dismiss this journal!) a being like this woman, Ivana Morriander.
Let me tell you a little about how I came into possession of this diary and then maybe what I have to say will interest you…and maybe even chill you.