horror

Armageddon-Bullet

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Short Stories.

Thunder was heard from outside, I saw the lightning through a hole in my curtains. I knew they had come, I started to walk around. Then on a bookshelf I saw the statue of the Demon, the Demon I knew but instantly again (and to my frustration) forgot his name. Then He spoke to me, the Demon; He discussed with a fierce voice the upcoming end of the world and many other things of which I had no understanding.

 

The Demon showed me a vision of great Anubis-beasts who made the ground tremble, black they were, with great Anubis-heads and vast bodies without roundings (at least none were such as visible). On top of these Anubis-beasts rode great Pharaohs dressed in white and gold, but immediately through or split from their chests bloody open came zombies, leaving the pharaohs cut open and dead, falling away from the great beasts. That was my vision of the end of the world, which always seems to include zombies.

 

Ramses came into the room after I heard the alarm of war outside, he said we had to hide from the bullets that would kill a man so he said he would hide me in the cellar. As ridiculous as he is, he put me under the table in a sleeping-bag, that was his cellar, I don't know, maybe he was already mad at this point; it just didn't make much sense to keep lying there so I stood up and walked towards the window. Then a bullet came through the glass, but it was a strange bullet; it seeks its target and keeps bumping to the walls until it has find a target. This time the bullet didn't hit me but almost did as I was unbalanced and had great difficulty avoiding the bullet.

 

I decided to go to the cellar myself. There were strange colored glass windows (which I don't recall seeing before) in the many rooms (which were all mine as I claimed them before due to the reason that nobody wanted to live there because of the evil things possibly dwelling there). I had really huge rooms but I decided to remain in the small rooms...

 

Then it happened, the bullet came through one of the windows, as it started to seek its target people came running down the stairs towards me (including Ramses). They all saw it when the bullet hit me, but then something weird happened: it didn't kill me, it made me mad, really insane, delirium in a chaotic way...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had - Cthulhu Mythos short story.

Armaggedon Flight

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Poetry

Armageddon; the Old Ones came

And Cthulhu roamed free

Nyarlathotep came to me

And gave me clothing in Zodiac-style

Then I went with Him.

 

On a bat, flying in mid-air;

Beasts were coming: huge bears

But out of reach, not out of sight

And there were enemies behind us

Who tried to pull us down.

 

I told this to Nyarlathotep;

And he said: “Wait one moment”

Then in hyperdrive we went faster

And flew out of sight…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

Aphoom Zhah: The Icy Grey Flame

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Poetry

A being composed of icy cold gray flame

Its body temperature being zero,

Contact with living matter is deadly.


The light cast off is sickly,

Cold and unhealthy.

In the Pnakotic Manuscripts

It is written that He destroyed the lands

Of Hyperborea, Lomar, and Zobna.


Aphoom Zhah dwells beneath

The Ice of the North Pole.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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An Account of Monsters

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Short Stories.

I was in the squat, they always seemed to me like buildings from third-world-countries; but you have to do with what you have. There was one beautiful room with a black sofa (I always wanted a sofa in my room) and no tv, a drying rack, some music-boxes, clothespins, etc. But the sad thing was that the room belonged to someone else. Ramses told me I could stay in the room (but that is something else than having it yourself), so I stayed. I enjoyed the room till the moment came the owner came home, I locked the door so I had to open it ofcourse and he came inside telling me it was alright I used his room, what a relief!

At the front of the house there was a monster, I always feared the day would come that the minions of Cthulhu would be released (and still I do pray for the very day) and here it has come to pass, I fear they will consume me alive. I know the name of the monster in front of my house but I fear to recall it by its name. The most scary thing was is that I opened the door slightly and for a moment I feared the monster would come through the door into the house to eat us all, but the door closed fastly, we were safe again...

For some time I pondered at the lake, it was night, I was outside and kept walking up and down next to the black waters, I wondered were the Deep Ones were and if they would come to get me too, I wished to see them, I truly did, but nothing happened. But at least I could contemplate upon the lake. I was thinking about the monster, what was it doing? Was it sleeping? Was it watching me? The grey huge monster, the thing I feared most.

I had another room: it was high in a cocoon of white plastic, it was a bubble, it was not much, maybe it was not even real but it was there, there high in the air where the monsters couldn't reach me, where the grey thing couldn't touch me, I loved this place. I started to put on my rollerskates, the plan was to outskate the monsters speed, to be able to be faster than him; like we did before that day when we outran the cops on the street near the Fishmarket. When I looked out of the bubble I saw the dragons, the monsters; and I knew that they were mere creations of the mind, but still I feared them evermore, while in truth I am one with them; even one with the monster who haunts me.

The monster was able to get inside this time, fastly it ran through the hall, slaying all in its path, it was time and I was finished. When I returned to the beautiful room, he was dead, the owner was dead. His body was lying bloodred on the black sofa. When I explored more I noticed that everybody was dead, but Ramses I couldn't find; ofcourse he mystically disappeared (like always). I heard something. Fear took control of me. Large footsteps in the hallway, shuffling sounds. I had to move, I just had to move. I crawled to the door and looked around the corner. Nothing. Fastly I closed the door behind me. I couldn't stay here. What reason I had to stay here? Suddenly the monster jumped from around the corner on me, knocked me with my head down and devoured me alive...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos short story.

Alienate Beloved

Folder: 
Poetry

There is silence in the world

Since we didn't said farewell;

And your beauty with an alien speech

An alien tale would tell.

 

There is silence in the world,

Which is not peace nor quiet;

Nyarlathotep; a golden heart

Ever I seek to flee therefrom,

While I belong with Thee,

And walk the ways of the riot.

 

But when I hear the music moan

In rooms of thronging laughter,

A serpent-tongued demon drives me forth,

And silence follows after.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A love poem for Nyarlathotep.

Al Azif

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Poetry

Original Arabic title,

Al Azif, Necronomicon;

Noise of desert insects,

Buzzing around...

 

The howling of demons

Is this very sound.

When one day you read aloud

From the pages of a Grimoire

And a insect, a fly, comes about

Then stop reading or shout out!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

After the Golden Age

Folder: 
Poetry

Chaos should not cease

To dominate the world.

O yes, Nyarlathotep;

Will rule!

 

No wish for harmony,

Of its Golden Age;

It was before the Fall.

 

Reveling in constant disorder,

But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;

Giving His first allegiance

To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth

Remembering old times of this God.

 

Cthulhu does side with Him,

But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;

As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,

Who invented this very world...

 

Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,

As Dagon; the Deep One Lord

And not even he can say

What will happen when there remains

A Princess restored on Her throne,

A Princess on Ebony Bone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos Spiritual poem.

Abyss

Folder: 
Poetry

Lying beyond the final gateway,

There surely you can't stay;

Multitude of possible worlds,

Caves and labyrinths beyond doors

Inhabited by nameless devourers.

 

Ultimate oblivion

With 'Umr at-Tawil!

Most Ancient One!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Abigor

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Poetry

Grand Duke in Hell,

Appearing as a handsome man.

Knowing all the secrets of war,

Seeing the future, seeing it all!

 

Commanding 60 Legions of Demons.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Demonology poem.

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