Were i the sane man I was at the beginning of my quest, I would sooner cut off my own hands then write this. But the knowledge of the book will not be denied. It wants to be seen and read, and I have not the strength to fight its influence any longer. I can only pray to any gods that still hold man kind in favor that my translations of the accursed alphabet will never again meet human eyes.
The Dark pages of the Necronomicon go deeper then any one knows, in time one becomes not the reader, but the read, not the owner but the owned, not the possesor, but the possesed..........
I have so many new ideas for my Necronomicon, and it occoured to me one day to make a lost page of translations. Scrawled by some poor soul who fell under the books influance. Remeber, the knowledge of the great old ones longs to read by human eyes, and rain chaos down upon them >