A chapbook by Mark Edward Hall
Copyright 2011 by Mark Edward Hall
From the Journal of John J. Tittleman
It is with great trepidation that I, John J. Tittleman, in the year of our Lord 1897—a prisoner it seems in this huge and draughty stone manor named for its indomitable owner and builder, Captain Nathaniel Ellis—commit to posterity the events of the past several days. Please forgive the incongruities of speech and rhythm for I am not entirely clear of mind, and thus would not swear with absolute certainty that all words contained herein are, or should be construed as gospel. After what has occurred, this writer’s very sanity is in serious self-doubt.