Robert Blake was found dead in his apartment Struck by lightning filed the authorities But to damage to the building was found!
They found his diary, filled with Knowledge of a church in Providence And a demonic entity living within! …
A few days earlier, Blake was drawn to the church on the hill He has heard stories of cults worshiping dark spirits there, he must know! Driven by his itch he makes his way down town to investigate, this mysterious place. As he gets closer, he sees the streets getting less and less dense, they are now empty.
He arrives at the church, enters the dark basement Through a slightly cracked window. Discovered are strange religious symbols scattered throughout. He makes his way to the base of the steeple on the first floor.
What he finds, is a dark redstone suspended in an open box It entraps his gaze! And shows him images of space and time, Far beyond his intellect!
Startled by a sudden sound from behind him, He whips around to see a human skeleton Disrupted by a rats attempt to escape the room, His heart skips in shock.
The corpse seems to be charred as if it was burned and some parts melted off! Found on the corpse was a file about a man who found The “Starry Wisdom Church”… Enoch Bowen!
This man Bowen was a renown occultist and archeologist! Who brought the dark stone back from Egypt
Blake takes the file, closes the box And exists the church the same way That he came!
Once home he digs through the file only to learn One gaze into the Trapezohedron Will awake the Haunter of the Dark!
But the lights of the town will keep it Contained to the church, it cannot Move but it in the darkness
This is the Haunter of the Dark That lurks in the church On federal hill!
Blake knows he should stay clear of the church But it draws his gaze he cannot escape! The haunter will not get out of his mind He has to know whether its real or just a tale! Just, a, tale!
In a haze, and a glowing light Dreams of space, and a cryptic entity Feeing astral, but with a conscious mind Blake finally realized, this is not a dream!
Blake was .. In the Steeple .. of the Church! He was gazing into the Haunter’s eyes, In the stone, in the dark! In the dark!
Breaking free and full of fear, Blake sprints out of the church and back home! Trying to comprehend what he just witnessed He discovers an alarming fact!
There was a storm and all the power in the town was cut out, There are no lights only dark He gazed up at the church to see a black shape Break out of the steeple window! ….
It makes its way towards me! It’s the haunter of the dark! I see it coming here! HELLWIND! TITAN BLUR! BLACKWINGS! YOG-SOTHOTH SAVE ME! THREE LOBBED BURNING EYE! HAUNTER OF THE DARK!
"The rigid body sat bolt upright at the desk by the window, and when the intruders saw the glassy, bulging eyes, and the marks of stark, convulsive fright on the twisted features, they turned away in sickened dismay. Blake had prolonged his frenzied jottings to the last, and the broken-pointed pencil was found clutched in his spasmodically contracted right hand." -H.P. LovecraftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
