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Trevor's Letters (PSX) Taken from RE 1


November 13th 1967

After having finished my work and leaving New York I finally arrived at the Mansion around 6.00pm. The hall is very spacious. The central stairs leading to the second floor are also impressive. All these things make me nostalgic all over again. Designing the plans of this place is the work I'm most proud of.

From the day I first showed the model to Ozwell E. Spencer in his office, until the completion of the building, took me 5 years. Spencer's orders were really difficult and I had to call upon all of my energy and ingenuity to realize it. At first sight no-one would suspect anything to be out of the ordinary. While turning to face me, Lord Spencer shakes the white hairs from his shoulders.

He has an impressive stature, and at the first glance, one can feel that he has a high level of self-confidence. He initially announces me that my wife Jessica and my daughter returned to visit to their aunt Emma, who is ill, and then we lift our glasses and toast. We are the only ones to know about the numerous secrets contained within this building. Deeply satisfied with this complicity, we taste the wine.


The dining room is amazing. There is an incredible variety of food laid out harmoniously on a large table in mahogany wood. When someone would raise their eyes, they could see a statue of a goddess, in "Rodin" style, on the second floor which seems to observe us with desire. But despite all this splendor, the banquet can only be enjoyed by two guests ( Spencer and I ). We only hear the quiet clicking noise of the clock needles. Ahhh, if only Jessica and Lisa were there!

According to Spencer, they arrived three days before me and appreciated the house well. Lisa in particular benefited from the Spencer's kindness and was able to use the piano amongst others. She reportedly played the "Moonlight Sonata" from Beethoven ( her specialty ). In this evening of full moon where the melody seemed to surpass the satellite floating above the forest which surrounds the house, Spencer had congratulated my wife for this superb moment. I imagine proudly that their two faces had to illuminate with pleasure.


November 14, 1967

Lord Spencer guided me around in the mansion. He opened the doors of several rooms. Those rooms are decorated with the most marvelous art pieces: paintings of De Vinci, sculptures of Rapha?l...
In one of the rooms the eye of a stuffed beast had strangely sparkled, and in another room armors of Middle Age Knights were aligned in good order close to their captain.
All these art pieces were collected by Lord Spencer during past years and he deserves well to be one of the richest men on earth.
" Do you like that? I wish to use this residence as a seaside resort, for a new company. I foresaw that, not only for the employees, but also for the guests could use it. "
His project is to design an international industrial medicine company. He told me that its company would be called " Umbrella". But I wonder why he hid as many things in his residence. He can say that he wants to make a seaside resort but it's exaggerated. Even in the case his actions had been led by his passion.

November 18, 1967

My family hasn't come back yet. " Is Aunt Emma that sick? ". I doubt it. The telephone is not installed, which is not very convenient. I went out to the second floor terrace to clear my mind. Crows, perched on a rail, looked at me and pushed strange croakings.
I had a dark intuition. I continuously have the strange impression of being observed... I saw an astonishing thing, in a small court. It is a ladder leading down into an underpass, which is masked by a waterfall. " It is not my work. When was this thing built then?? "
While I was questioning myself, three men carrying white blouses appeared abruptly while saying: " Who are you? You should not walk around freely ".
And they drove me out.


November 20, 1967

There is no trace of the shotgun my wife had offered Spencer for his birthday. I'm smoking a cigarette in the room where a broken shotgun can be found and estimate that it can fool people and pass for the original. I wonder who exchanged Spencer's shotgun for this unusable shotgun and why?
Neither my wife, nor my daughter have reappeared and I getting very concerned. My rich employer informed me that my family and I couldn't remain at the mansion any longer and when I suggested that I could join them tomorrow, he laughed and said that it was useless to worry myself like that.

November 21, 1967

Luggage was gathered and somebody led me into a large room, without openings, on the first floor reserved for the receptions. As the Lord hadn't arrived yet, I was observing the paintings in company of a man in a white blouse. He was one of the three unknown men on the courtyard.
" Life is rich and short ". On the paintings, which were exposed on the wall, time was represented by the life of a man, from his birth to his death.
" Your family died, now ", laughed the man while he was looking at me slyly. Time seemed to stop. What was he talking about? At the same moment I felt a terrible pain at the bottom of my neck, and I broke down on the floor.


November 24, 1967

How could he have become this kind of man? What happened here? And what is the objective of this company called " Umbrella "?
I was imprisoned in this room and time passed slowly. " The objective is to keep all this as a secret, and since you are an unknown... " One day, a man in a white blouse said this to me while bringing revolting food.
What secret is more important than a human life?
Lord Spencer and me are the two only ones to know the secrecies of this manor, and if I die, he will be the only holder of this knowledge. Is it for that reason we have these creatures which prowl around the premises of the Manor? I cannot remain here and be eaten or worse. It is necessary that I escape from here.
The question is to know if, since the beginning, I didn't quite simply build my own prison. When I was creating this manor, and in accordance with Lord Spencer's strange fascination for enigmas, I conceived a way to escape for whoever would find himself imprisoned there.
It would seem that Lord Spencer wants to test this method on me...
At this moment, one of the countless creatures which infest the floor and the ceiling, fell from the ceiling onto my body. For an unknown reason, it seemed to attract them. I jumped instinctively backwards and while getting upright I trampled a great number of them. What are these creatures? Ants

November 27, 1967

I finally succeeded to escape from this room. But nobody can exit from the Manor on snap of a finger. You need the crests, the missing eye from the tiger's statue and the gold emblem. I can't occupy myself to find something else! I have no time for this.


November 28th, 1967

I can't find the words for it. A plant, absurdly gigantic, fills a whole room. God could not have created such a thing.

November 30th, 1967

It is impossible to get out. It is impossible to come out of the room. A phantom laboratory, leading into a kind of underground cave without visible exit. And finally, I found it:
One of the high-heeled shoes and the memory, that behind all it I will find a passage. Jessica. Were my wife and my daughter subjected to the same destiny as me? No, I will escape at all cost, as they did before me.


December 5th, 1967

My throat is dehydrated. I didn't eat for many days and I don't know how much time I'll still resist. I am becoming insane.
Why? Because I am like a rat, hopelessly trying to escape from a laboratory labyrinth. Does my fascination for the abnormal architecture of this residence was so reprehensible?

December 7th, 1967

I am in a dark and wet underground secret conduit. And there, suddenly, something monstrous opposite of me... I scrape my last match with a trembling hand. A tombstone is here with my name engraved on it. What kind of a psychopath would make a similar thing?
"George Trevor" isn't me? Spencer calculated since the beginning, that I would come up to here to take my breath, and prepared my tomb. Realising, with success, to direct my attention away from each useful way to escape. Jessica, please forgive me. Little time... It's the time that remains me before joining you in paradise.

George Trevor


Nov. 24, 1967
Eleven days have past since arriving on this estate. How did I end up like this? A guy in a lab coat came with a plate of skimpy meal and said to me, "Sorry to put you through this, but it's for security reasons." That's when it hit me. It all makes sense now. There are only two people that know the secret of this mansion, Sir Spencer and myself. If they kill me, Sir Spencer will be the only person that knows the secret. But for what purpose? It doesn't matter now. It's too dangerous here. My family... I hope they are all right.
I've decided to escape... Jessica, Lisa, I pray you are safe.

Nov. 26, 1967
How could I be so careless? I lost my favorite lighter -- the one Jessica gave me for my birthday. Now it's going to be that much harder to get out this dark place.
Nov. 13th, the date when my fate was sealed. My aunt was hospitalized just three days before that. Jessica and Lisa said that they were going to visit her. I wish I could be there with them. But wait, even as I'm writing my memory is coming back to me more vividly. Just before I passed out, I remember the men in the lab coats said something like, "Most likely your family is already..." I pray for their safety.

Nov. 27, 1967
Somehow I managed to get out that room. But getting out of this mansion won't be as easy. I have to get past all the booby-traps. Tiger eyes, Gold Emblem... I have to try and remember for my own sake.

Nov. 29, 1967
I can't get out. I have tried every possible way to escape but only to be faced with the reality that I'm trapped. I've been everywhere. The laboratory with the large glass tubes filled with formaldehyde and those dark, wet and eerie caves... What can I do?
At first I didn't want to believe my eyes. But that familiar high- heeled shoe in the corridor... It was like reflex. One name came to my mind, Jessica! I don't want to believe they share the same fate as me. No! I can't give up hope. I have to hope they're alive.

Nov. 30, 1967
I haven't had anything to eat or drink for the past few days. I feel like I'm going crazy. Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to die like this? I was too obsessed with designing this ghastly mansion. I should have known better.

Nov. 31, 1967
It was a dark and damp underground tunnel. And another dead end. But even in the darkness something caught my eye. Carefully, I lit the last match, I had to see what it was. A grave! But deeply engraved into the stone was my name!

"George Trevor"

At that instant, it all became clear to me. Those bastards knew from the beginning that I'd die here and I fell right into their trap. But it's too late now. I'm losing it. Everything is becoming so far away. Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me. Because of my ego, I got both of you involved in this whole damn conspiracy. Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.

George Trevor

(There's something handwritten. It's not dated)

Nothing's changed. I never thought that this room I designed as an experiment would pay off like this. I can hide here safely for a while, because nobody knows about the secret behind this painting. Not even Sir Spencer.
Painting of a mansion... In the back of the art room.


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