Come in out of this terrible night my Friend. Raining again, is it? The wind is terrible, blowing everything about like that. My name is Ledley Barbour. I am the Curator and Keeper of the Treasures here at the MossThread Museum. I am Alone here, walking these endless corridors, a Prisoner of Sorts...until you ARRIVED. So Welcome to the Mossthread Museum. Look around, But not too closely. And Do Not TOUCH the artifacts....they might TOUCH you Back.



Saturday, August 14, 2010

Journal entry #2

 I greet you, friend. Hello, and come near. My footseps today have taken me to the arthropod room. A favorite place of mine actually. insects are fascinating, are they not? I think so anyway. This Handcrafted insect has been attached to a piece of driftwood, and appears to have been a wand of sorts. Not much is known about its origins. It has eight legs and wings. Probably used in the ancient rite of Crop Blessings.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Journal entry #1

The Hour is late. The rain pours down, beating at the lead window panes, entreating entrance here. The trees outside wave their hands in the wind. Some branches scratch their twiggy nails on the panes. They seem to mock me.
The hour is late and the Museum is closed. The candle burns low and I cannot leave. By day I am the Curator of the MossThread Museum, by night a prisoner. I must confess to my wrong doing, must speak to you of my down fall. I have coveted the treasures of the MossThread Museum, stolen some of them. The price for my thievery is this curse: I must sell every item in the MossThread Museum until at last its halls and rooms are empty. Then I may leave. I am Ledley Barbour. Tomorrow I begin my task.