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« Reply #15 on: March 07, 2007, 11:31:43 pm »

I was tired when I read it. 

Kadath is a city that H.P created, where the elder god live, said to be  in Antarctica. Scary, isn't it??
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« Reply #16 on: March 07, 2007, 11:34:25 pm »

Hi Stacy I thought it was HP, but I wasn't sure

I think old HP might be onto something there!

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« Reply #17 on: March 07, 2007, 11:51:04 pm »

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath is a novella by H. P. Lovecraft. It was completed in 1927 and was unpublished in his lifetime. It is both the longest of the stories that comprise his Dream Cycle and the longest of his stories to feature protagonist Randolph Carter. The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath combines elements of horror and fantasy into an epic tale that illustrates the scope and wonder of Carter's dreams.

The story was published by Arkham House in 1943.[1] Currently, it is published by Ballantine Books in an anthology; most notably, "The Silver Key" and "Through the Gates of the Silver Key". The definitive version, with corrected text by S. T. Joshi, is published by Arkham House in At the Mountains of Madness and Other Novels and by Penguin Classics in The Dreams in the Witch-House and Other Weird Stories.
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« Reply #18 on: March 07, 2007, 11:51:25 pm »

"good times, bad times you know I've had my share when my women left home with a brown eyed man but I still don't seem to care."

Led Zepplin


"lookin' for my street corner girl"

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"I come from the land of ice and snow, of the midnight sun where the hotsprings flow"

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« Reply #19 on: March 07, 2007, 11:53:21 pm »

Cool Stacy

I never read that one.
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« Reply #20 on: March 07, 2007, 11:53:51 pm »

Trek into the Cold Waste

Under the pretense of wishing to work in its quarries, Carter boards a ship bound for Inganok, a nation built of onyx. The trip to Inganok takes three weeks, but as they draw near, Carter spots a strange granite island. When he inquires about the mysterious isle, the captain explains that it is the nameless rock, and it is best to not speak of it. That night, Carter hears strange howls from the nameless island.

When Carter arrives at Inganok, he purchases a yak and heads northward, in the hope that past the onyx quarries he will find Kadath. Carter ascends a steep ridge beyond which nothing is visible but sky. At the summit, he looks out and gets a breathtaking view of a gargantuan quarry. Carter sets off toward this quarry, but his yak, spooked, abandons him.

Carter is captured by a slant-eyed man, whom he believes is of the same ilk as the merchants of Dylath-Leen. The slant-eyed man summons a shantak-bird, which both ride over the Plateau of Leng, a vast tableland populated by Pan-like beings. Arriving at a monastery wherein dwells the dreaded High Priest Not to Be Described, Carter now suspects that the slant-eyed man is yet another conspirator of the forces that seek to thwart his quest.

The slant-eyed man leads Carter through the monastery to a domed room with a circular well, which Carter speculates leads to the Vaults of Zin in the underworld. Herein, the high-priest, wearing a silken robe and a mask, is waiting. Carter learns that the Men of Leng are the same beings that conceal their horns under turbans and trade in Dylath-Leen. He also learns that the night-gaunts do not serve Nyarlathotep as is commonly supposed, but Nodens, and that even Earth's Gods are afraid of them. It is never revealed to the reader who the high-priest in the silken mask is, but Carter recoils from him in such horror that it is possible that he is Nyarlathotep (The text suggests that the High-Priest is one of the Moon-Beasts).

When the slant-eyed man is momentarily distracted, Carter pushes him into the well and escapes through the maze-like corridors. In pitch-black darkness, Carter wanders through the monastery, fearing he is being pursued by the High Priest Not to Be Described. At last reaching the outside, Carter realizes that he is in the ruins of ancient Sarkomand, which lies near the coast.

Soon he encounters the ghouls that helped him earlier once more. The Men of Leng have taken them hostage on their ship, and they are to be taken to the nameless rock, revealed to be a moon-beast outpost. Carter summons the rest of the ghouls from the underworld and they take control of the galley. After releasing their kin, they sail on to the nameless rock and fight a pitched battle against the moon-beasts. Emerging victorious, and fearing the arrival of reinforcements, Carter and the ghouls return to Sarkomand. Once there, Carter obtains the services of a flock of night-gaunts to transport himself and the ghouls to the gods' castle on Kadath.

The quest nears an end

After an exhilarating flight, Carter arrives at last at the abode of the gods, but finds it empty. Finally a great procession arrives with much fanfare, led by a pharaoh-like man who explains to Carter that the gods of earth have seen the city of Carter's dreams and decided to make it their home, and have thus abandoned Kadath. The gods walk no more in the ways of gods, and have become instead mere denizens of the jewelled city Carter had glimpsed in his dreams. The pharaoh commands Carter to find this city, so that the natural order might be restored. "It is not over unknown seas," he says, "but back over well-known years that your quest must go; back to the bright strange things of infancy and the quick sun-drenched glimpses of magic that old scenes brought to wide young eyes. For know you, that your gold and marble city of wonder is only the sum of what you have seen and loved in youth.... These things you saw, Randolph Carter, when your nurse first wheeled you out in the springtime, and they will be the last things you will ever see with eyes of memory and of love." This mysterious man then reveals his identity—he is Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, the emissary of the Other Gods who dwell in the blackness of space.

Nyarlathotep sends Carter on a great Inganok shantak-bird through space to the sunset city. Unfortunately, Carter realizes too late that the mocking Nyarlathotep has tricked him, and that instead he is being taken to the court of Azathoth at the center of the universe. At first believing he is doomed, Carter suddenly remembers that he is in a dream and saves himself by leaping from the great bird. Upon awakening, his thoughts turn toward New England, and he finds that he has found himself at last in his marvelous sunset city; no longer in the Dreamlands but in the waking world wandering New England and seeing yet again its beauty.


Conclusion


Of course, this being Lovecraft, the story must end on a darker note: "And vast infinities away, past the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the enchanted wood and the garden lands and the Cerenerian Sea and the twilight reaches of Inganok, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep strode brooding into the onyx castle atop unknown Kadath in the cold waste, and taunted insolently the mild gods of earth whom he had snatched abruptly from their scented revels in the marvellous sunset city."
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« Reply #21 on: March 07, 2007, 11:55:02 pm »

Sounds like one of YOUR stories.
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« Reply #22 on: March 08, 2007, 12:02:35 am »

Hi Stacy

That is a wild story, what an imagination that guy had. I haven't read anything of his except poetry and short stories I didn't even know he wrote novella's
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« Reply #23 on: March 08, 2007, 12:26:24 am »

What if he was writing from real lfe..?

RUINS OF KADATH FOUND IN ANTARCTICA?

A California TV crew missing since November 2002, a video they left behind and a mission by U.S. Navy SEALs are the key elements in a story that claims extensive prehistoric ruins have been found under the ice of Antarctica.
 
"The U.S. government said it will seek to block the airing of a video found by Navy rescuers in Antarctica that purportedly reveals that a massive archaeological dig is underway two miles (3,200 meters) beneath the ice."
 
"The AtlantisTV production crew that shot the video is still missing."
 
"Attorneys for the Beverly Hills-based AtlantisTV stressed that the company’s primary concern is for the safety and welfare of the crew. But they stated they will ’vigorously oppose’ any attempts to ’censor material that is clearly in the public interest and public domain.’ The icy continent of Antarctica, they point out, belongs to no nation. The U.S. has no jurisdiction there."
 
"’That video is the property of AtlantisTV,’ said a company spokesman, ’We shot it. It’s ours. And as soon as it is rightfully restored to us, we’re going to air it. End of story.’"
 
"Two Navy officers who saw the tape described its contents to National Science Foundation (NSF) researchers upon their return to the Amundsen-Scott Station at the South Pole, according to sources at McMurdo Station, the main American base in Antarctica."
 
"’They said it showed spectacular ruins and other things they couldn’t go into,’ an NSF scientist reported. ’We chalked it up to some kind of subzero-induced delusion until a chopper (helicopter--J.T.) full of Navy SEALs landed and picked them up and took off. Now, we’re scratching our heads.’"
 
"Officials of the U.S. Naval Support Task Force, Antarctica deny the story or the possession of any video shot by the missing AtlantisTV crew."
 
Science fiction author Howard Phillips Lovecraft (1890-1937) claimed in several stories that a prehistoric city existed in Antarctica called "Kadath of the Cold Waste."
 
Lovecraft described its "discovery" in his novel At the Mountains of Madness, written between January and March 1931. Incredibly, one of his passages is a precise description of a scene in the AtlantisTV video.
 
Lovecraft wrote, "But the salient object of the place was the titanic stone ramp, which, eluding the archways by a sharp turn outward into the open floor, wound spirally up the stupendous cylindrical wall like an inside counterpart of those once climbing outside the monstrous towers or ziggurats of ancient Babylon...The thing was excellently preserved up to the present top of the tower-- a highly remarkable circumstance in view of its exposure-- and its shelter had done much to protect the bizarre and disturbing cosmic sculptures on the walls."
 
"As we stepped out into the awesome half-daylight of this monstrous cylinder-bottom--fifty million years old, and without doubt the most primally ancient structure ever to meet our eyes--we saw that the ramp-traversed sides stretched dizzily up to a height of fully sixty feet (18 meters)."
 
"According to the sculptures, the original tower had stood in the centre of an immense circular plaza; and had been perhaps 500 or 600 feet (150 to 180 meters) high, with tiers of horizontal discs near the top and a row of needle-like spires along the upper rim."
 
"News of the video, which Navy sources said they found in an abandoned supply dump 100 miles (160 kilometers) west of Vokstok Station, came on the heels of U.S. attempts to strike passages from Raising Atlantis, the upcoming novel by Thomas Greanias that is the basis for AtlantisTV’s popular online Atlantis Mapping Project channel."
 
"Federal officials agreed to allow an uncensored version of Raising Atlantis to go on sale in April (2003) at Amazon.com as an e-book. But they won court approval to ’block certain portions that might compromise national security’ from the hardcover edition due in bookstores at year’s end."
 
"The novel focuses on a secret US. military expedition that discovers ancient ruins two miles beneath the ice in Antarctica. Recent events in Antarctica have raised questions about whether the story is fiction or a novelization of actual events" during the years 2000 and 2001.
 
"Sources say the current federal review is focusing on the novel’s depiction of "Federal Emergency Plan D," which officially doesn’t exist, although parts of the plan have become public in the wake of the September 11 (2001) terrorist attacks on America and calls for the activation of a ’shadow government’ to operate in secret hideouts outside the national capital" of Washington, D.C. "to ensure the survival of the United States of America and the continuity of government in the event of a global catastrophe or nuclear Armageddon."
 
(Editor’s Note: True enough. Immediately after the attacks, the USA’s Federal Emergency Management Agency or FEMA implemented the Continuity of Government or COG Plan, operating out of Mount Weather and Mount Pony in the state of Virginia.)
 
"’It’s the specifics of Stage Two and Stage Three (of the COG Plan) detailed in Raising Atlantis that concern federal officials,’" an AtlantisTV spokesman said.
 
"’Hell, I didn’t even know about Stage One and the shadow government until 9-11, let alone Stage Two or Stage Three,’ said one CIA source on condition of anonymity." (See the Atlantis Mapping Project news release for November 17, 2002, "U.S. discovers ’spectacular ruins’ in Antarctica captured on video." Also The Annotated H.P. Lovecraft, edited by S.T. Joshi, Dell Publishing, New York, N.Y., 1997, pages 302 and 303. Merci beaucoup a Robert Fischer pour ces nouvelles.)
 
(Editor’s Comment: Welcome to H.P. Lovecraft Week at UFO Roundup. The Kadath ruins are just a start. Wait till you see what else has been found in recent months.)

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« Reply #24 on: March 08, 2007, 12:33:55 am »

I remember reading about that film crew when it first came out, In Deans book Worse Than Watergate he describes the same underground government that operated for months after nine-eleven hundreds of federal employees where kept in bunkers for long periods on a rotating schedule.
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« Reply #25 on: March 08, 2007, 01:38:05 pm »

Hi Unknown,

Great story, has an H.P. Lovecraft/Edgar Allen Poe flavor to it.

In Dean's book, you referenced a secret government.  Are you suggesting that the material Stacy printed about the government doing things in Antarctica has some credence?  Everything I have seen about that seems to suggest it was all to promote a work of fiction.  Thanks.

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« Reply #26 on: March 08, 2007, 03:15:29 pm »

Thanks Europa

I hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I don't know much about the incident with the camera crew, I do remember reading about it when it happened.

About the shadow government, this a matter of concern all on its own. I was simply verifying an element of Stacys post.

Of coarse it is only reasonable to have a contigency plan in place, in case of a national emergency. It is quite another to have a permanent shadow beaurocracy working behind the scenes under the control of the vice president's office, with no congressional oversite and thus no accountablity.

I don't think this has been publicised a much as it should be, and I don't know if it is still operating because of that same lack of publicity.
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« Reply #27 on: March 08, 2007, 03:45:17 pm »

The Obliate

Ancient grimoiries,
With their alchemist's stories,

Lead to a learning,
Of oddic forces a’churning.

Secrets lay hidden,
Nature's forces are bidden.

The dark abyss calls,
Forbidden knowledge enthralls.

The rituals lure,
Into realms now impure,

Unnatural bound beings,
Tortured souls still screaming.

Maintain your control,
Guard that light airy soul.

A bane to our kind,
Beware of a curious mind.


It started out slowly-- slight movements; a light thump...thump, it began to rock higher on its stilted legs: thump, thump...thump, thump. It hit the hardwood floor rapidly now, racing like the hearts of the awestruck socialites. The table began shaking convulsively, thump, thump…thump, thump.

“Keep your hands together!” It lifted balancing in the air. Hanging there for just a moment then dropped-thump. Silence--they stared at the dark-haired waif undulating in her trance state, breathing heavily, skin flushed, her head rolling back and forth. Her name was Mercy Caldwell, child prodigy and the newest star on the spiritualist circuit, orphaned at the age of eleven and the toast of Europe by fifteen. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Colonel Edmond asked.

“Don’t break the Chain!” the mesmerist warned. A foul wind rushed through the air of the darkened great hall. 

“Sweet Mary and Joseph, what is that horrid stench?” Amanda cried.

“What do you see?” the mesmerist asked.

A chill, echoing voice came from the mesmerised girl. “It’s a man in a white robe standing over a great black pit, his followers are chanting something.”

“What are they saying?” the mesmerist asked.

A low gurgling issued from her throat--her eyes quickly rolling back into her head--then. “Raaaaa-Het-heruuuuu-Iaaaaaooooo-Asaaaarrrrrrr" "Horus sibs to Pylon Fires in the Beir of Heavenly days, so forth the unutterable one!"

The wind whistled in theirs ears, now circling the heavy oak table like a whirlpool lifting small objects in its wake and dashing them against the walls, the ancient tapestries flopping madly. Flop--flap, flop--flap

The tiny spiritualist squirmed, blank white eyes staring,"Ahhh-seeeb-kaaaheeem-Naaaruuu-Emmm-Hotep Heru, Iaaaooo, Heee Heeeruuuu, Heekaaa, hekaaa, Ahhhh, I am the Opener of Ways, I am the scribe Ani, I am the way to Khert-Neter."

“What is it, what do you see?” The mesmerist yelled, trying to make himself heard over the unnatural storm. Flop--flap, flop--flap

“I can’t, it’s terrible,” Mercy cried.

“Tell me!” exclaimed the mesmerist.

“Something has gone horribly…  Jesus… Their flesh is being shredded, like a thousand invisible whips…bloods spurting…their eyes… It’s coming from the pit…it sees me! It’s looking right at me. No, please, nooooowh, no.”

“Dear God man, Bring her out of it at once!” Colonel Edmond yelled.

“Awake, Mercy” the mesmerist said, as he clapped his hands in a rythmic pattern clap--clap--clap, clap. Objects fell from the air, as if dropped by a careless child. They raced to Mercy's side.

“Let me through!” Commanded The Great Octarini, as the man loved to call himself, even if nobody else ever called him that. Alberto Octarini (The Great Octarini, I mean) was an aging physician, who found himself in the unfortunate position of having publicly endorsed Mesmer, and the efficacy of magnetic treatments. And with the subsequent loss of prestige and a great many of his best paying customers, he had been forced to seek other types of recompense.

“Sir, I shall have you brought up on charges for this, it is criminal negligence, at the least!” Threatened Colonel Edmond.

Alberto shot back, “We were invited here sir, why was I not warned that this place had a history of paranormal activity. I dare say you and Ms. Dandridge, share some blame for this as well. Help me get her to a room, she is drained near to death.”

“Oh My God, yes there is a spare servants room just down the hall, poor little dear.” Amanda wrung her hands as she spoke. Oh how awful, she thought, my big night has turned into a dreadful disaster, and with the house full of important guests. The same guests she had been courting for over a month now. Were grumbling angrily amongst themselves and not waiting to thank the hostess (as polite manners required,) and began showing themselves out.

Alberto began hooking up his magnetic apparatus next to the small cot where Mercy lay. A man shouldered his way into the little room yelling,“What the hell are you doing, you quack!”

“I am board certified, and she is MY patient. If you don’t want a swift kick in the ass, I suggest you get the HELL-out of here.” Roared Alberto. The man retreated silently.

Colonel Edmond looked hard at Alberto for a moment then said, “Maybe I was wrong about you Doctor.”

“Yah, maybe, would you give me a hand with this?” Alberto said, still fuming.

“Is she all right, Mother of God! what just happened?” Amanda asked excitedly.

***
The twists of fate had brought into Alberto's care the delicate young Mercy. The Maidens of Christ, Orphanage sent her to him for treatment of a nervous disorder. Alberto was not unfamiliar with this quaint euphemism, sometimes used in official circles to denote poltergeist activity. If they were sending her to him, he was almost certain paranormal activity was involved.

She was led into his office by a big shouldered, heavyset women in the somber black habit of her order, a scowl stretched from ear to ear.

The Nun began, “Here she is Doctor, the little witch! See if you can drive the devil out of this one,” she said, as she shook little Mercy by one arm.”

"Please stop, it’s not her fault,” said Alberto.

“Oh it isn't, is it? Well what would you know about it! If I had my way we’d do this the old fashioned way and burn this little twig of a girl,” the Nun growled.

“You may come back in a couple of hours, but I demand privacy for all my sessions, now if you please!” said Alberto, disgusted and angry.

He saw the face of a angel, graced by wavy locks of raven black hair. Her big green eyes dimmed by the dark circles beneath them. The child was emaciated, her high cheekbones almost protruding from the pale skin. Yet, she was possessed of a delicate ephemeral beauty only found in the very young. She stood calmly, as if listening for something, in the little white cotton dress that was her only gown. His heart beat with empathy for this "little twig of a girl."

Shadowy apparitions, and incessant pleadings from the disembodied, had plagued her from early childhood. With the onset of puberty her natural talents were demonstrated in a most remarkable and destructive manner. It took month’s but finally, Alberto was able to train Mercy; to block out the voices but more importantly he taught her to guard her energy. To keep the disembodied from using her energy for their temper tantrums. In the meantime he had determined not to leave her in the tender care of the Maidens of Christ, and began adoption proceedings.

***

Amanda sobbed. Holding Colonel Edmond tightly, as he stoked her strawberry blond hair. She pulled back. “Why does this always happen to me? I am ruined."

Amanda thought, Oh, what a simply marvelous idea that was! Why we'll have a seance with the best spiritualist on the circuit. Spiritualism is all the rage on the Continent and a full-blown phenomenon in America. Oh yes... Why it will be the biggest social coup of my entire life! Ha, how could I have been so...as my adopted countrymen say BLOODY wrong?

God only knows why European society feels so superior to the “Nuevo Riche,” as if it was a sin for your father to have actually EARNED his money.
(In Amanda’s case it might have been, for her father was an unscrupulous arms dealer.)

This hard-nosed American was going to show them. Oh yes, show all those old world snobs, I was going to teach them, I was not to be trifled with. How dare they turn up their nose’s up at me and turn down those gorgeous, gold leafed, engraved invitations I sent. Well I showed them alright, showed them right to the door that led out of my life forever. "They will never except me now.” she sobbed.

Colonel Edmond picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, “They will my dearest, I will see to that!” he said, then turned to leave.

“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. Not tonight!” Amanda’s lovemaking was desperate, pleading she longed to be filled physically, but even more she needed to be filled emotionally. It had been too long since she’d felt that ultimate embrace. Colonel Edmond was astonished, she had always been so standoffish with him, but tonight she melted to his touch. Her need, her responsiveness aroused something primitive in him, an uncivilized lust. He hadn’t felt like this since he was a very young man. He grabbed her by the hair and began pounding her relentlessly- thump, thump, Amanda squeezed her eyes shut tightly, nearing that final moment of release.

That stench, she thought, like from the séance! her eyes sprung open… floating above the colonel’s head, glowing hot red, disembodied eyes stared knowingly, malignantly into her own. She screamed shrilly, desperately trying to roll out from under the startled man.

“What the hell?” Colonel Edmond bellowed as he kneeled up over her.

“Look!” Amanda yelled.

“Good God, woman what’s gotten into you?” Colonel Edmond shouted in his frustration, and growing anger. Amanda scrambled away quickly, drawing the covers tightly up around her neck, wide eyed and trembling, one arm shot out, pointing her finger out at something behind him.

***

Alberto sat in a little chair beside Mercy’s bed, holding her hand. His sad eyes looked pleadingly into her face, {i}sleeping beauty[/i] he thought to himself as he kissed her cheek. She stirred, her eyes opened slowly.

“What happened Alberto?” he thought thats odd, she always called him Bear. Since that first time they where at the circus, she said, "you're hairy as a bear," she got the giggles and then they both started laughing. (I guess you had to be there.)For some reason the name stuck. They went to that circus every year, no matter what engagement they had to cancel to do it.

“It was a bad one my dear, I was afraid-I might lose you.” Alberto said, trying hard to hide his inner turmoil and guilt.

“What do you mean?” Mercy asked.

“We may have awoken something tonight, something-” Alberto thought aloud.

“Don’t be silly, it’s just another séance.” Mercy grabbed the covers and awkwardly rolled off the cot.

“Where do you think your going young lady? You are too weak--“ Alberto complained.

“I feel fine, I just want to get a glass of water,” she replied nonchalantly.

“I insist you get back into bed this instant,” Alberto said.

“Am I your dear?” Mercy asked in a subdued tone.

“What? you know I love you, Mercy.” Alberto said, quietly and serenly.

“If you love me, then why haven’t you ever tried to touch me? We both know you're not my real father. I see the way you look at me. I know when a man wants me, all women know Bear.” Mercy taunted.

“Mercy!” Alberto exclaimed, suprised and a little shocked as well.

Mercy looked at herself in the mirror of the antique dressing table. Running her tiny hands seductively over her silky black nightshirt. “Look at me Bear! I AM a woman.” Mercy bent over the dresser, delicately held the back of her gown and very slowly pulled it up. Mercy rolled her hips and said in a sultry, breathy voice so unlike her “Can you see now? Aughh.” 

“Alright who’s there, who am I talking too?” Oh God, Have mercy, Albert said to himself.

She spun suddenly, eyes blazing visciously. “You Fool!” a wicked hollow voice emanated from her lips. “I offer your most burning secret desire, all you had to do was play along! Now you shall DIE without ever tasting this juicy, wet, forbidden fruit.”

“I ask again; who am I talking too?” Mercy collapsed to the floor. Alberto was shaken, he looked at her for a long moment. Then picked her up gently and laid her on the cot.

***

Mercy had lain unconscious for the last two days, Alberto held her small hand tenderly, “Come on Honey, come back to us.” Mercy was everything to him, the only tether holding him to this life, his only remaining joy, he was so proud of her. Suddenly for the first time in ages tears formed in his old eyes.

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Amanda asked.

“Only what we are already doing, this is a battle she’s going to have to win on her own.” Alberto said, almost in a whisper.

"Come to dinner with us Alberto, you hardly left this room in days.” Amanda pleaded.

“I want to be here win she wakes up, I need to be here,” Alberto said quietly.

“I insist, I simply will not take no for an answer,” Amanda said, as she grabbed him by the arm and practically lifted him from the chair.

“All--Alright.” He replied.

***

It was a somber, subdued group that gathered around the huge oak table. The wood beamed ceiling arched twenty feet above the great hall. The conversation was almost non-existent as they sipped sherry from crystal decanters and nibbled at their food.

"Will she be all right, Doctor?" Edmond asked; broaching the subject that was on all of their minds.

“I pray she will, I shall never forgive myself if anything happens to her,” Alberto said wearily. Flip--flop, flip--flop, “What is that?”

“Look” Amanda said quietly. Mercy trotted into the hall, her tiny bare feet slapping on the cold stone floors.

“She is--she’s sleepwalking, let’s follow.” Said Alberto. Mercy’s small quick steps led them down the corridor to a hidden passage, inside was an old stairway covered in cobwebs, wet and moldy. The Colonel grabbed a lantern from off a table and lit it; as they followed Mercy into the darkness. The descent led them into a dungeon, a silent reminder of cold blooded, brutal age.

“Sweet, Mother of Pearl,” said Amanda “I had no idea--a torture chamber! If I had known, I never would have bought this horrid place!” "Ahh" Amanda shieked and grasped tightly to the Colonels arm. As hairy black rats scurried across the floor to disappear into pools of darkness, waiting just beyond the lanterns light. Mercy led them past the rusting implements of the torturers black art, past empty the cells to an iron bound oak door. Here she stopped; pushing an tugging at the door, desperate to gain entrance. Alberto grabbed a branding iron from a nearby brazier, prying at the heavy iron lock until it burst free. "Maybe we shouldn't go down there," Amanda said.

***

The huge stair well led down like a corkscrew, hiding from view all that lay beyond the next turn. The stench became stifling making it hard to breath, the air chill and damp. At the bottom was a large cavernous room. In the middle of which lay an ominous black pit. Mercy ran to the edge and raised her arms triumphantly; stretching into the air she began chanting. “Raaaa-Het-heruuu-Iaaaaoooo-Asaaaarrrrr"

“We’ve got to stop her!” Alberto yelled.

"Ahhh-seeeeb-kaaaaheeem-Naaaruuuuu-Emmm-Hotep Heru'

As they neared her, a heavy wind slammed them back violently against the walls pinning them there. With every ounce of strength within him he struggled to free himself. “Mercy! Wake up! WAKE UP mercy! For Christ's Sakes!” He screamed.

"Ahhh-seeeeb-kaaaaheeem-Naaaruuuu-Emm-Hotep Heru' "Iaaaoo,Heee-Heeeruuu,Heeekaaa,hekaaaaa,Ahhhhh"

From out of the pit it arose, a slimy translucent thing. A bloated mass with a hundred eyes burning hot red: pearing out of the flesh rippling with a thousand tentacles. Those tentacles were dancing angrily, waving hungrily about.

Alberto realized what it was, he knew his worst nightmare had materialized. It was the encounter he had dreaded, ever since he took those first few tentative steps into the mesmerist's art. But this was far beyond anything he could have imagined.

An ancient mindless elemental being, bloated, and engorged on the bodies and souls of it's victims. It's essence tainted, twisted by the tortured Ka's of those poor unfortunates cast helpless into the black pit. Feeding its inhuman mind with all the darkness lurking in the human psyche, soaked in a black pool of pain, lust and rage. Feuling its ever mounting appetite for violence and flesh.

Now it sensed fresh victims, the kind it had learned to savor, salivating in gruesome anticipation of the horrible feast that lay before it. slap--lap, As the tentacles found Amanda she froze, staring in mute horror, slap--lap, slap--lap, her blood shot out in wet red streams against the walls and slowly dripped back down. Colonel Edmond wet himself as he watched. A tentacle slapped his leg, slap--lap, the pain stabbing through his spine and searing his brain, in another moment he was gone. slap--lap, slap--lap

“Mercccy!”  Alberto screamed; as he was dragged flop and flapup and down through the air, banging into the ground again and again: closer and closer to the waiting maw of the primordial fiend. flop, flap[/i] flop, Mercy laughed.

***

A Constable Havenwick and his men stood about the pit, looking stunned. “What happened here girl?”

“I told you! I don’t know Constable, I can’t remember anything after the séance.” Mercy exclaimed.

"Well, lets get out of this hellhole. I want a crew out here to fill in this pit." Said the Constable shaking his head. "Never seen anything like."

One of the men looked over the edge, there below at the bottom of the pit, set in the ground were two-foot spikes, impaled upon those spikes were the skeletal remains of a scores of victims, hairy rats prowled among the littered remains of broken human bones. As the men turned to leave, no one saw Mercy’s eyes glowing hot red. "Ahhh-seeeb-kaaaheeem-Naaaruuuu-Emmm-Hotep Heru'

The End
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« Reply #28 on: March 08, 2007, 08:29:25 pm »

"heres the story of a man named Brady..."

oh thats been done.

"making their way the only way they know how,
 and thats just a little bit more than the law will allow"

shoot thats been done too.

"the mate was a mighty sailing man, the skipper brave and sure"

well thats been done to death.
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« Reply #29 on: March 09, 2007, 01:31:26 am »

Tentacles?
Amanda?

Unknown, you had the perfect oppotunity to show some monster/girl action and you let the opportunity slip through your hands!!!
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