This was the last entry in the journal found in the baseboard in Joey pearls' bedroom.
March 16th, 1955
The voices they keep saying the same things.
'7e7ds23' the whisper to me at all hours of the day.
The portal I built, it has to be that I can't stop thinking about this between world.

Two worlds I had recently visited one was a world destroyed by Nuclear war. Some people escaped to fallout shelters called vaults. But the world was uninhabitable, mutants animals, rogue robots.

The second world was one where technology didn't advance past the 18th century.
I found other werewolves in a small camp; Henry also found a mansion filled with vampires. They tried to attack him, but he only got out with just a cut on his left leg.

The book calls to me; it tells me I could be worthy, to be part of something big, bigger than me, more significant than this stupid school and stupid country, this war is nothing but a feud.
Rhaeyer comes to me; he is the God of sleep, one of the gods that make up Malachi. I see him in my dreams; he tells me that when Rhades was banished, Malachi could never be formed again.

Sydon, the goddess of love she convinced me to talk to Lily and confess my feelings to her.
I made her a poem, and I'm planning to give it to her in two days at the school carnival.

I know what happened the Rhades, in the book he was the god of knowledge, he wanted to destroy ignorance, so anyone that didn't answer his questions was killed on the spot, he told the other gods that it was best for their creation, to create the most intelligent species.
But the other gods knew it was wrong, so in secret, they banished Rhades to a small pocket dimension where he would spend the rest of eternity in exile.
But they never knew that without him, Malachi could never be formed again, and since the mortals didn't know about the existence of multiple gods and only knew of Malachi. They left without warning, and like Hamilton, society forgot them.
Until this book appeared. I remembered them, and after dinner, I prayed to them, each of them, and they loved the attention......they like me.

The rest of the page is just nonsense and drawings of four men and four women.