"I often wonder how I got this way." "I hope the story I'm about to tell will help cure me, but also help me take the step I need to take." "It was in Newburyport that I first heard about Innsbay." "I'm an anthropologist and I'd been travelling the country on one of my studies." "I decided to stop in Arkham on my way home, to visit some distant relatives." "When the agent at Newburyport station told me how much a train ticket cost, my hesitation led him to suggest another way of getting there:" "bus to Arkham by way of Innsbay." "I asked him to tell me about Innsbay." "I'd never heard of it." "And what he told me soon made me curious." "It was a ghost town, surrounded by shallow lakes, connected to the rest of the world by just three roads, since the railway had been abandoned and the port deserted." "Innsbay was starting to fascinate me more and more as I listened to the ticket agent." "And yet it didn't sound attractive in any way." "The people were reclusive, isolated from the outside world, and there were also rumours of "obscure rites" practiced regularly." "Some even said the townsfolk were descended from a single ancestor, carrying a frightening and obsessive illness from one generation to the next." "And they were trying to bring all their relatives, distant and close, back to Innsbay." "The more I learned about the town, the more something drove me to go there." "Intrigued by how the town disgusted everyone around," "I decided to pay a visit the next day." "That's how I ended up later waiting for the bus that would take me to my weird destination:" "Innsbay." "Innsbay." "Hello." "I'd like to leave my suitcase here." "I'll pick it up when I take the six o'clock bus." "Is that OK?" "Hmm." "Give it here." "Thanks a lot." "So long." "See you later." "Hello." "Hello." "Thanks." "You..." "You're not from around here, are you?" "That's right." "Neither am I." "What brought you here?" "Didn't anybody tell you about this town?" "Sure, a few rumours." "I can't explain anything right now, but..." "I can give you this." "Now, you better leave." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Intrigued by this strange meeting with the woman in the grocery store," "I decided to start my tour of Innsbay." "Deserted streets, closed shutters, no sign of inhabitants -- it was a disconcerting and upsetting stroll." "Just a few hours in Innsbay had turned me off completely, and now the sun was getting low." "I decided I'd return to the hotel, pick up my suitcase, and take the bus back to Arkham." "I couldn't wait to get out of this nightmare town." "Hello again." "I've come for my suitcase." "We got engine trouble." "Can't leave until tomorrow morning." "We'll pay for the hotel." "I'm sorry." "I wasn't thrilled about spending a night in this town, but I had no choice." "So I accepted my fate reluctantly, slightly worried." "Running through the empty streets of Innsbay," "I saw the woman from the grocery store being kidnapped." "I decided to follow them." "I had to get out of there, so I ran in the direction of one of the three exits from town." "It looked like the people of Innsbay had gotten there already, and were waiting for me." "What are they doing?" "They're blocking the roads out of town!" "The railway..." "It's abandoned." "Maybe I can walk the tracks." "The nightmare was over." "Or at least I thought so." "Back in Arkham," "I took the opportunity to do some research in geneology." "The archivist got all excited when he learned" "I was the grandson of Eliza Orne, born in Arkham in 1867." "He told me the Ornes were the first to show signs of the Innsbay mask, a kind of sinister look, the characteristically rigid face that made me so ill at ease." "During a stay at my grandfather's" "I saw pictures of the Orne family." "And my own ancestors started to disgust me." "I could see in these faces the characteristic expression I knew too well, the one that showed my family was linked to Innsbay history." "For more than two years I was torn between doubt and terror, tormented by constant obsessive dreams." "My health and my appearance were deteriorating." "The sickness was gradually taking hold." "That was when I started looking at myself constantly in the mirror, noticing a clear and disturbing change in my face." "Eventually the mirror showed there was no doubt." "I myself wore and would wear the Innsbay mask." "So far, I haven't taken the final step." "I bought a pistol, but some of my dreams convinced me not to use it." "In spite of myself, I feel drawn to those visions in my sleep." "Right now, they fascinate me more than they terrify me." "Do I have to wait for a complete metamorphosis before I end it all?" "I don't know what to think of this madness attacking me." "No." "I won't kill myself." "Nobody can make me kill myself." "Subtitles:" "Lisa  Ray Ellenwood"