Rooftop at Night
Today's is a short one, so I can fit it all in this post. Hope you enjoy!
Howard Quik had not expected to see this when he came to sit on his rooftop. He had only come up to gaze at the stars and clear his mind as he usually did at this time, coming up through the attic window and sitting on the bumpy slate tiles to relax after a long day. He had not expected to witness the horror below him, nor did he want to. If only that cat hadn’t hissed so loudly at the pallid monstrosity below to alert Howard of its presence.
Howard Quik had not expected to see this when he came to sit on his rooftop. He had only come up to gaze at the stars and clear his mind as he usually did at this time, coming up through the attic window and sitting on the bumpy slate tiles to relax after a long day. He had not expected to witness the horror below him, nor did he want to. If only that cat hadn’t hissed so loudly at the pallid monstrosity below to alert Howard of its presence.
No myth has spoken of such blasphemies, nor have any envisioned such things as likely to be beyond the void, but it was there, withering wickedly in the cobbled street. An odour of utter repulsiveness greeted Howard with dizziness and pinned him further to his spot with his fright. Whatever cruel master created such a thing must be very horrific indeed, sickening even to Satan and his demon cohorts. It was nothing of this reality, of this three-dimensional plane, and unlikely to be a thing of any other realm. It did not belong. It shouldn’t have existed.
Many have told of truly evil creatures, but such things under estimate the lumbering horror below Howard at his rooftop vantage point. Madmen have raved upon rotten hallucinations conveying monsters of such nether things, and it was no doubt that they were insane. Up to this point Howard Quik was a very sane, intellectual man known for his fancy into astronomy, but that was gone in a second, and his neighbours would find him the next day in such a state as those madmen who have glimpsed the nether beyond the void, tittering in such profuse and peculiar ways.
In this moment though, poor Howard was still himself, scared none the less, yet possibly even more intelligent for the new horrible truth before him. It was a thing from those dark abysses deeper than hell, with dark rulers with their singular wants and tortured souls yelping hysterical laughter. It was a thing worse than nightmare screeching nastily in those dark streets that had made its way into our waking world, indescribable even by Howard Quik’s insane screams.
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