Creature's Call

Creative - Fiction
Written by Niels
Wednesday, 20 June 2007
Boston 2007-06-18 A recent discovery identified the remains of an old house as the location Francis Thurston lived. Apparently the following document including an incomplete old news article has been found in a secret cellar under Wayland’s study archives. The handwriting does not concur with the documents which have been found among Wayland’s earlier papers and is hitherto not been recognized. A small ship heading towards Ant atoll within the Senyavin islands has reported a young man floating upon the piece of what appears to be a shipwreck. At this instant the individual has not been identified and will remain at the […] labs for further investigation. All which currently is known about this person, is that, according to the uniform and papers he had on him, he was a crewmember of the ship […] which likewise was directed towards the Senyavin islands. Strangely enough the ship was not expected on the location (Ponape) it was intended to arrive. I believe, the truth, is difficult to be found within our great variety of interpretations. I even dare to suggest truth does not genuinely exist, but is merely a conception of the deceptive rationality which rests within our psychical existence. One might ask, can something subsist if all refuse to consider the being of this particular object. If merely that what lies within our psyche truly subsists. Than is the belief of one single individual just a deception? What I have witnessed, is what one may find to be… irrational. Though as an individual, even within these moments of uncertainty, I can’t refute the images which rest within my thoughts. Hence, I made the decision of writing down that what haunts me every waking moment. If one would find this document and chooses to recognize my quarrels, perhaps this deception, will no longer appear purely the trickery of my mind. Further on I will no longer hesitate to put pen to paper. For my time is limited, and the end is nearing… Inclusively… for all of us. On September 21st around 9am if I’m not mistaken, I opened my eyes only to determine the darkness that still lingered the world. Especially around these parts I would’ve never expected such weather which was beyond eccentric. The sky appeared to have a dark, green-like atmosphere. The clouds strangely enough had remained their original colour giving the heavens a ‘cartoonish’ image nonetheless intensely sinister. At any rate I had no choice to move on. The vessel would leave within 30 minutes and I was yet to be equipped for my coming journey. Because of my former experiences by long voyages I had been given the order by higher authorities to bring an unusual artefact to Ponape in the Senyavin Islands. A man named Tyral Daedalus was prepared to contribute high expenses for this specific artefact. Why one would disburse such great amounts of riches for relics which have no significant usage and lacking beauty goes beyond my comprehension. Even if he is a collector I doubt anyone would supply what this individual pays. Nevertheless it was not my task to question the means of these people. It was around 9.40am when we left. I gazed upon the sky and the darkness which appeared to wrap the earth had begun to fade. Even though the torrential rain decanted smoothly from the heavens, the clouds remained white as they had been since I woke. No sun was noticeable and the blighted world remained within its sinister sphere trough the entire day. As time passed, around 2pm I could notice a greater potency of the pouring rain. Within seconds the wind grew stronger as I noticed the reappearance of darkness. The vessel which carried a diminutive amount of men shifted with a great force, and many were lost. At that instant I saw the darkening atmosphere fading and an even superior ‘blackness’ than darkness is what I perceived. My eyes closed as I heard a voice whispering words I could not comprehend, or even pronounce myself. Within this persistent blackness I observed an immense gate which opened by a lethargic process. Out of the gazing cavity a creature emerged. Vaguely I could perceive enormous tentacles five times the size of myself to appear. Abruptly two green eyes materialized which then in a second turned red. Eccentric vibrations came from the tentacles. It was if words aspired to be verbalized into a language. Ultimately a majestic claw came into my direction. I closed my eyes however… they opened and I was laying on the coast of a small island. Hereby I have made an attempt to write down the words the Creature within the cavity attempted to speak. Though it can only be biased by our limited abilities to write pronounce certain ‘reverberations’. Dr’fla R’yeh Y’ogSothoth mftra k’tzhonR'lyeh t’na mgl’eth Cthulhu Cthulhu fhtagn Cthulhu fhtagn! These are all I can recall, they appear to be words but what it means I could never tell. As I was on the island I glanced around me for I appeared to be on my own once more. The darkness had shifted though the green ominous colour was still there. Likewise those clouds. At that instant I realized that the shape of these clouds had remained their original form. Something I found to be quite frightening. I got up and started walking for it seemed it was my only choice. The coast started of in a small forest which unexpectedly had a path. Because of this I presumed this location had at least to have some form of civilisation. As I intended heading towards this path I heard sore couching from the waters behind me. I directed my eyes towards the ocean and a curious man raised from the waters. Apparently with great difficulty he headed for my direction. As he informed me he was an associate of the crew upon the vessel which in fact was nowhere within sight. I spoke of the ghastly images I had seen as he recognized every word I spoke. He also had perceived the creature from my malevolence dreams. That is if genuinely these were dreams, a deception, or reality? As one we moved on to whatever first comes in sight. The forest had a bizarre sense and mysterious fog rested upon the plants. Although we both tended to act as if we did not fear, our hearts were consumed by it. By document such events and/or locations would perhaps not seem frightful. But at the sight of this location many would run in terror. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. The creatures where horrific, I noticed 10-legged spiders, two-headed snakes. Beings which had limps I can not even describe. As we went on, I feared that the sight of another man except my companion would never become reality once more. Trough the many nights we squandered within labyrinth-like forest, frightening dreams would have haunt us endlessly. Every dream which appeared more existent than the preceding repeated the expression I could still recall from the first time I dreamed. Cthulhu fhtagn… At last delight filled my heart one moment when light shined trough a diminutive opening within the forest and as we took our final steps we stumbled upon the ruins of a magnificent city. I saw enormous houses and giant rocks covering the green surface. Many of the sizable buildings had symbols which were not know to me. Biased pentacles were noticeable and a variety of symbolic languages could be seen everywhere. Delighted by hope to find a form of civilisation here we moved towards the city and as we arrived there, fear stroke my heart once more. Never have I felt such terror as that particular second. Upon a hill made of rocks I could see the gargantuan door of my dreams. A gate more sizable than a house. At the bottom of the rocks a sign with symbols was placed. To an extend I could pronounce that what had been carved within a rock for it was written in Latin, for it said… ‘Kutoelu’ I looked around me as my companion appeared to have vanished. At his point I had no intention on moving forward due to the possibility of greater journey which lied before me. Trough further investigation inside the city all I could found were peculiar artefacts. At that specific instant because of the spectacle of certain relics the reflection of my unsucceeded mission appeared into my mind. I touched down and felt the small relic within the left pocket of my ragged jeans. Oddly enough I could not recall taking the object out of it’s original box on the ship. I looked at it, as it seemed merely to be a sizable (though quite small considering the perceptible value) green diamante-like stone. A kind of shining Trapezohedron. By the view of this object I became strongly concentrated upon it. Within these moments the stone looked as if it was moving. Within seconds the daunting blackness which I had seen earlier was all that was yet visible. Endlessly agonizing resonances tortured me. All I could distinguish was the dreadful ‘fthagn’ I heard plenty of times before. The noises which echoed did no more seem incessant as they faded into the sinister blackness. Even the customary darkness became as it once was when closing my eyes. And all which haunted me significantly before weakened, fading into my reminiscences. The sound of vast waves within the oceans reflected upon my ears. I sensed the gusting wind on the side of cheek. I opened my eyes once more as I saw I was situated upon a ship. The area surrounding me showed a sphere of peacefulness. I got up on my feet and directed my visage upon the sky. A blue atmosphere was left without clouds. It took me even a minimal quantity of seconds to apprehend perhaps this was the end of my atrocious journey. I touched my pockets but the Trapezohedron was gone. Upon my arrival, November 18th around 8pm at home I immediately decided to rest as sleep should be given without such malevolent dreams. I was wrong, the night passed gradually, the apprehensive words haunted me as the blackness was once more there. I suffered greatly. The images appeared and the Creature which I had seen spoke to me in words I could not comprehend… every night. Doubt entered my mind, these perhaps are merely dreams, but I questioned the idea that what I dreamed before upon the island, was merely a dream. Since that day I have slept no night without such disturbing dreams. As time goes on every moment I realize more the end is near. The Creature has spoken to me, and the Creature will call upon me once more. At this moment I can perceive the sound of a ticking clock. Not the kind of clock you put on the wall to have a constant outlook on the transient time, or by the side of your bed to wake up at that specific moment. The clock is ticking, and no matter how hard we try, no matter what we attempt to do, the clock keeps on ticking… endlessly.

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