Saturday Evening, June 14th 1924: Romancing the Stone
In reply to novissimo (msg # 34):
Putting pen to paper usually had a calming effect on Bryon. The written word was something he could control, something unchanging in a world of chaos and entropy. "Perhaps you should start at the beginning father," he says, ready to record Father Henesey's words when he notices the lamp next to him flickering, its supply of kerosene having disappeared.
"Well I suppose that it starts with the day that Jack came to my church," begins Father Henesey. But his words are quickly lost amidst a growing paranoia. Someone is watching us. Byron tries to tell himself to calm down. The only people inside the cabin were himself, the father, Mike, and Clarke... However, as he gazes around, two shadows seem to split themselves from the darkest corners of the room, appearing as tall, horribly thin beings that seem to be composed of nothing more than shadowstuff. These figures twist and writhe unnaturally as they rise from the ground. They have no mouth or nose, but they do have eyes that glow like dying embers. Claw tipped fingers clench and unclench in spasmodic fits.
As the horror of the situation begins to fill Byron's mind, one single thought screams out to him: Cthulhu Fhtagn
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