|Page from a diary found in an abandoned psychiatric hospital
||[Sep. 21st, 2009|11:03 pm]
The American Caliban
The clues grow more obscure and ominous each day. This latest confounds me. A photo of a photo: why? The chicken man is presented as a familiar character, in a cheerful pose. The blurriness and stiff pose are uneasy, though. It's unheimlich somehow, more Wicker Man than Chicken Run.
I see no record of chicken-suited performers locally. Perhaps this is a forgery or a prank. But again I am drawn back to the ritual pose of that photo. Who or what is behind that mask? Am I... is anyone! meant to know?
Tomorrow I will again brave the University's archives. Chicken Man's unexplained presence demands answers. Menace or not, he will give up his secrets.