Last night, something strange happened at our studio. A dust-filled gust slipped an envelope under the door, and inside was this letter.

It is dated February 7, 1923 and signed by Samuel St. Skelevoie.

In it, he writes of his one true love, Seraphina, who disappeared mid-performance at the Saenger Theater in New Orleans. When the lights came back, she was gone, leaving behind only a torn piece of sheet music. Sam believed completing that unfinished melody could free her from purgatory. He spent the rest of his days chasing the answer, but failed. He warns that the Devil and his ruthless minions are always near, trying to keep her.

Sam says he left all of his work, wax cylinders, acetates, sheet music, in the only place he deemed safe: his grave. He writes that a map to it is on the back of this letter.

Well, there was no map. Maybe it’s just a prank.

We don’t know how this letter found us, or why it was addressed to LVCRFT, but we do know this: we’re going to try and solve the mystery.

Below is the letter in full, exactly as we received it.

Translation:

February 7, 1923

My Dearest LVCRFT,

If you’re reading this, things haven’t gone as planned.  I’ve been frantically working to free my one true love, my soulmate.  When I saw her last, she was singing her guts out center stage at the sold out Saenger Theater on Canal St. in the French Quarter.  The lights flickered out and when they relit she was gone; only a torn piece of sheet music remained in her stead.  On it, she had scribbled the beginning notes of a musical composition.  I believe the completion of this work will free her from her purgatory and have spent all my days including my last trying to complete the melody and solve this mystery.

I have left you all of my work in the only place I deem safe, my grave.  You can find all of my wax cylinders, acetates and sheet music ideas using the map on the back of this letter. 

Please, I beg you, find the right notes, but beware, the devil always comes back to collect and his minions are ruthless and will try to keep her.  

Yours forever,

Samuel St. Skelevoie