He did not look long. A single moment of numbing realization, and then he leaped into the pool–leaped straight into the deepest water, breaking with his body the mad reflection he had seen on the mirrored surface.
Another horrific tale by Robert Bloch sure to make your skin crawl!-JL
A ripping yarn sure to cut deep by the master of mystery and horror–Robert Bloch!
He did not look long. A single moment of numbing realization, and then he leaped into the pool–leaped straight into the deepest water, breaking with his body the mad reflection he had seen on the mirrored surface.
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.—Edgar Allan Poe
“And on the first winter breaker…of Grand Isle’s coldest winter, Pierre Santiny plunged into the sea and was seen no more. But none on the island will ever say he died.” –JL
The strange feelings that kept him thus awake were not easy to analyse, perhaps, but their origin was beyond all question:they grouped themselves about the picture of that deserted, tumble-down chalet on the mountain ridge where they had stopped for refreshment a few hours before.
Children of horror, we are passing haunted Avalon Island. Hear the roar of towering waves as they crash against rock, whispering marsh, and sand shore off the coast of Louisana. In the distance between freezing ice and rolling fog we see a twisted, wrecked pirate ship. As you smell the brine and seaweed, you can see the long, ghostly shadows haunting the ancient vessel. The aged, creaking hull solemnly sits in foamed surf. Cold winds howl their discontent and invite you to stay an eternal guest onboard the decayed structure.
This is the ancient crypt of Antoine Valterre, “The Devil of Black Bayou”. And the following sums up the man’s existence best.
“Yon shadowy bark hath been to that wreck,
And the dim blue fire that lights her deck
Doth play on as pale and livid a crew
As ever yet drank the churchyard dew!”
–The Ghost Ship by Sir Thomas Moore
Yet, are we mistaken, as he fades in and out, in curious time as the arcs of lightning?
As you smell the scent of rain, sea, and something ancient and dead, you hear ghastly laughs around you as the storm continues to approach. Shadows continue to whisper. There is no escape and no reprieve from the whisperers beyond.
Out of the singed heart of cosmic horror, and electrifying arcs of slime, we introduce you to the terrifying dimensions of the mortal immortal, Isaac Abramovitch in “The Masque of Death”.
William Blake captured Isaac’s nightmarish world so poignantly in the verses below.
Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face
Terror, the Human Form Divine
And Secrecy, the Human Dress
The Human Dress, is forged Iron
The Human Form, a fiery Forge.
The Human Face, a Furnace seal’d
The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge –William Blake (A Divine Image)
Follow on children of horror through winding, spiraling, dark dimensions as we journey ever on into thunderheads on sandy shores, shadowed waterways, fog-foetid bayous, and amongst the darkness of decayed swamp without torch, flashlight, or candle flame with only electric arcs to light our way.
Those distant, shadowed whispers you hear are nothing to fear. And the tentacle monstrosity climbing out of a ripped dimension circling you can’t be a d—, or can they? There’s no such thing of course.
You were the burning ones who scorched sky and frightened wraith.
Do you hail as the Light Bringer’s children who dared to challenge God’s faith?
Are you the fallen sons of Enoch before time and religion had begun?
Yet history hails you as descendants of the fallen Adam or Neptune’s chosen
one.
. He saw towers and walls in nighted depths under the sea, and vortices of space where wisps of black mist floated before thin shimmerings of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he glimpsed an infinite gulf of darkness, where solid and semi-solid forms were known only by their windy stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and arcana of the worlds we know.
Monstrous hounds from cosmic dimensions beyond our world hunt to destroy you, alien forces probe to see what delicacies are on your mind, and vampires on the arcs of lightning issue a deadly for you to surrender. These are just a few creations of the science fiction master, Frank Belknap Long. Frank Belknap Long was a […]
Jeffrey LeBlanc 