(musing): Well, he didn’t sound harmless, but there's something... odd about the whole thing. Some of the details he mentioned were a bit too accurate for comfort. The dates and locations, even some ancient references. You know..... from those books.

(intense, locking eyes with him): And tell them what, Morgan?! That an invisible monster is crushing trees in the dark?! Would you have run in the trenches too?! You didn’t panic in Belgium, Morgan. You didn’t run when the gas rolled in, when men were drowning on dry land.

(reading the pages): The handwriting changes, almost as if... it devolves. The early pages are coherent, structured, but later, they’re a chaotic mix of symbols, phrases, fragments. He called it a family responsibility. Said his ancestors had prepared him for something—something tied to those hills near Dunwich.