My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is just the beginning. A journey that I am hoping will somehow begin to reveal the mysteries of my past. It is a journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place...to a house high atop a stormy cliff at the edge of the sea...to a house called Collinwood. To a world I've never known, with people I've never met...people who tonight are only vague shadows in my mind, but who will soon fill all the days and nights of my tomorrows.
It will be a long time, perhaps never, for those of us who have experienced the events of the past few days will ever be able to forget. But as horrible as those events were they pale into the glare of what could be a new and important discovery. Today I shall attempt to find the truth of what my intellect refuses to accept. At sunset, I shall confront the monster in his lair.
(writing in her diary) I, Victoria Winters, begin this journal in the hope that no matter what happens to me there will at least be a written record of these extraordinary events. Somehow, I have been thrust backward in time.
Yours is the hand I will use when mine is too small. You arm when mine is too weak, your eyes when I cannot see. You and I are bound now, Ben Loomis. You will do everything which I command until I no longer need you, comprendez-vous?
(writing in her diary) I feel the walls shrink around me. Have I revealed too much? But how could I not, if only the family history were wrong, if Josette and Jeremiah could be stopped. Perhaps that is what I am meant to do, but if one moment of history is changed how much else changes with it and will I then be permanently trapped in this time?
(reciting an incantation to revive a dead Jeremiah) Spirits of darkness, spirits of pestilence and pain hear me now. Hear me, grant me a soul from the distant shores. My warm blood for the blood frozen forever in his veins. Bring him back to me from the darkness, hear me. Rise up and do my bidding.
