As far as I can tell, there are six of them. I can hear their whispers carried by the night’s air. The words are difficult to understand, but I’m nearly certain there is no evil lurking in these souls. Merely pain, merely tormented anguish.
I shall do my best to put them to rest, but should you find this letter, assume I was mistaken and my life is forfeit.
And for the love of God, do not provoke the spirits.
