Cthun

[He prints CTHUN in large capital letters. He shows it to me, and when I nod, he tears the sheet to shreds, counts the shreds—to make sure the number is even, I suppose—and then deposits them in the wastebasket near the couch.] The key, the one I got in the mail, was in my home safe.

N. identifies the entity he believes is trying to enter through the field.

The entity is described in N.’s experiences and the psychiatrist’s subsequent visions.