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THE OLD ORIGINAL
"I have seen things that could make any normal person's blood run cold..."- Charles Blum , a fellow writer of Writco
CHAPTER ONE
There are special entities in the universe, and those who, among the Placid, could not be more horrible than that of Satan's hideous climb from Hell to Earth.
There are those who are against the satanists, and those are many. And, of course, there was Gagnarotothoa, the daemon of the New, and the son to the Infinite Horrible.
I, with my old crew of devil-hunters, have been hired to find, and kill the strange, so-called, 'Old Original'. Did not hear of this thing did I until this request. The employer was only a thousand letter-writers in the old town of Liencomtober; people who had seen some horrible thing out in the woods.
At first, I did not care for these letters, since they only felt like mere rumors made from idiotic, deranged men and women who hallucinated the thing in the woods. Or maybe, methought, they could have just made a huge hoax to make the town more popular; yet, whence reading a newsletter, heard that these writers had gone missing, and I had became interested in the strange request. So,with my crew, we travelled to the lands.
I heard from an article about Leincomtober, that if you walk pass Manchester, and into the sloping trees, and pass the hills running wild, you will see the ancient town of Leincomtober; yet, do not follow the songs of the whippoorwills, for if you do, you will only walk through the valley of death.
Of course, one of my crewmembers needed follow the songs, yet this did not surprise me, for this certain member was weak-minded, and ridiculously stupid. But God rest him, if there truly be any rest at all.
We entranced Leincomtober at four o'clock with our bags and books.Whence we breathed the air, we noticed a slight change in fragrance, which was of the smell of Lenore, the land of dreams. We passed many farms, and when we saw the last one, and before passing it, an old farmer blocked us, and said,
"Dun't go dat' way ef' yew' dun't wunna die. Der were couple kids las' time tryin' go dat' way, and da owner kill'd 'em... I cac'late yew'll need sum assistance comin' through...com' wid' meh, and I'll wak' yew through da oth'er way."
CHAPTER TWO
We each took an individual apartment at the inn at...
CHAPTER ONE
There are special entities in the universe, and those who, among the Placid, could not be more horrible than that of Satan's hideous climb from Hell to Earth.
There are those who are against the satanists, and those are many. And, of course, there was Gagnarotothoa, the daemon of the New, and the son to the Infinite Horrible.
I, with my old crew of devil-hunters, have been hired to find, and kill the strange, so-called, 'Old Original'. Did not hear of this thing did I until this request. The employer was only a thousand letter-writers in the old town of Liencomtober; people who had seen some horrible thing out in the woods.
At first, I did not care for these letters, since they only felt like mere rumors made from idiotic, deranged men and women who hallucinated the thing in the woods. Or maybe, methought, they could have just made a huge hoax to make the town more popular; yet, whence reading a newsletter, heard that these writers had gone missing, and I had became interested in the strange request. So,with my crew, we travelled to the lands.
I heard from an article about Leincomtober, that if you walk pass Manchester, and into the sloping trees, and pass the hills running wild, you will see the ancient town of Leincomtober; yet, do not follow the songs of the whippoorwills, for if you do, you will only walk through the valley of death.
Of course, one of my crewmembers needed follow the songs, yet this did not surprise me, for this certain member was weak-minded, and ridiculously stupid. But God rest him, if there truly be any rest at all.
We entranced Leincomtober at four o'clock with our bags and books.Whence we breathed the air, we noticed a slight change in fragrance, which was of the smell of Lenore, the land of dreams. We passed many farms, and when we saw the last one, and before passing it, an old farmer blocked us, and said,
"Dun't go dat' way ef' yew' dun't wunna die. Der were couple kids las' time tryin' go dat' way, and da owner kill'd 'em... I cac'late yew'll need sum assistance comin' through...com' wid' meh, and I'll wak' yew through da oth'er way."
CHAPTER TWO
We each took an individual apartment at the inn at...
