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Saturday, 21 December 2019

An Old Friend


Late Friday evening an old army buddy contacted me. I hadn’t heard from him in years, and now he seemed desperate to meet with me. In secret. He wouldn’t say exactly why, so with an uneasy feeling, and an address scribbled down, I set out to meet with him.


The old rendering plant was smelly, dark, and had apparently been unused in some years. I found a loading door slightly ajar, with an old, but apparently serviceable, truck sitting outside. Inside I overhear a horse whisper, and after a moment I can associate that voice with a dark form accented by the minute glow of a lit cigarette. Even close to him, I can’t see him very well, but I can clearly make out the distinct scent of the cologne that was his signature.

“Here.” He thrust a small leather-bound volume into my hands. It wasn’t any bigger than a paperback novel, but so much heavier. The cover felt rough in my hands, and even though I couldn’t make it out, there felt to be some form of symbol in the leather.

After examining the little tome as much as I could in the minimal light, I was about to ask him what it was, or where he’s been all this time, but he was gone. Simply gone. Not a footstep did I hear. Just the smell of cigarette smoke and cologne.

Possibilities

1 The old friend has been dead for many years. Murdered during his army days and framed for a vile crime he didn’t commit. The journal is that of his murder, also dead. The ghost of the old friend has returned with the journal, hoping that the investigator will find the truth of his murder and set the record straight.

2 The old friend was a combat photographer in the army and has since moved onto independent journalism. The volume is a handwritten manual written by the head of a cannibal cult. It includes graphic depictions of ritual murders, and sketches on how best to prepare the human body for consumption. Inside the back cover is a complex symbol. It is the focus for a magical ritual allowing the creator of the book to summon the volume, and its thief back to the creator.

This time the ritual botched, bringing just the thief back for punishment.

3 The volume itself is not connected to the disappearance, even if that is not immediately apparent. The rendering plant itself is haunted. The invisible beast that makes its residence here enjoys quietly taking its victims deep below the building and torturing them for its entertainment.

© Eric R Provost

An Inconvenience to Travellers

The London Underground is under siege. In the last four weeks three passengers have been murdered, so horribly that the police have initiated a cover up. Public transport executives are concerned that business will be affected if the story comes out. Everyone in the know wants the murderer caught, preferably dead to minimise collateral damage.

Each murder was committed in a fashion mimicking a scene from a horror novel, movie or true crime; the police have yet to make that connection. A note from the killer has was found with each body. Victim 1, female, was stabbed and dissected (Jack the Ripper) whilst waiting for a late train. Victim 2, male, was stunned and tied to the tracks to be beheaded by the early train (Harold Lloyd). Victim 3, male, was assaulted and drained of blood using a syringe and medical tubing (Dracula).

Possibilities

1 Victor Mitchell is an ex-employee of the transit authority who plans on a nice extortion payment to supplement his meagre pension. He now works part time as a security guard but used to be an engineer. He knows the underground warrens exceptionally well, has basic medical training and has no fear of violent situations. The murders are inspired by the trashy novels which he reads on boring night shifts. The trophies are kept in a nigh-inaccessible underground storage area for use in the forthcoming extortion campaign.

2 An insane pathology student, Douglas Drew, is preying on his fellow passengers. The victims all caught their final train at the same stop in the city, as shown by the tickets amongst their personal effects. Drew studies at both the medical school and the library close to the station. He selects his victims for their apparent wealth and social status; he sexually assaults and robs the victims, keeping trophies at his rented accommodation. The notes are rambling subconscious cries for help rather than serious demands.

3 The victims were all members of The Willow Society, a secretive group of occultists and psychics who believe in meditation, positive energies and white magic. Professor Henry Gore, noted pathologist, is President of the Willow Society.

Dr Marcus Laine, a hypnotist, guru and faith healer, was recently debunked as a fake by the Willow Society; in revenge he used real arcane skills to call forth a ghoul to do his murderous bidding. Oddfellow, a recent changeling to ghoul, currently passes as Dr Laines manservant. The terrible twosome are arranging the murders in such a manner that The Willow Society cannot fail to fall under police suspicion. The trophies may be readily found in the basement of the society headquarters, a walled-off detached brownstone mansion.

Oddfellow now has a liking for his new career (he used to be a male nurse at Deadham Sanitarium). He enjoys the thrill of the chase and will soon begin a real campaign of terror in the city. Freedom from Dr Laine will allow him to prey on the train loads of people who use the underground every day; hence the notes placed on each corpse, unsubtle clues pointing at Laine and Gore. The clues are easily deciphered by those who have occult knowledge.

© Peter Devlin

An Apple a Day

An Apple a Day

A short walk across the countryside, far away from the troubles of the city – a perfect way to relax and regain – or perhaps to investigate some hidden mysteries behind the facade of innocent rural life? Whatever lead you here, right now you are walking along a small orchard with ripe, red apples. Plop – right down before your feet falls one of the fresh apples, just if it wants to tell you ‘pick me up and eat me’. Well, an apple a day keeps the doctor away...

Possibilities

1 The apple is not from an ordinary tree. The tree is in fact a direct offspring of the Tree of Knowledge from the garden Eden. How it got here, is unknown – its owner bought a couple of ordinary seedlings on the market, and this year would be the first time to harvest.

A bite from one of the apples will give the eater a prophetic look into past (a view into paradise and the origin of the tree) or future events, good (the correct numbers in the lottery) or bad ones (the eater apparently lying dead in a puddle of blood) or really bad ones (a view into hell itself, that will drive the eater mad).

2 The apple is not from an ordinary tree. The tree is possessed by a paranormal creature (demon, dryad, fairy, evil spirit). Through the creature’s magic, the apple’s seed will sprout inside the eater’s stomach, feasting on its blood with its roots, which causes the eater severe stomach’s pain. The creature might order the eater to obey its command to avoid a death caused by an apple tree bursting out of the eater’s stomach – or just grin and tell the eater of his inevitable doom...

3 The apple is from an ordinary tree. The tree belongs to Mr Jones, a farmer always carrying a shotgun and avoided by his neighbours who consider him to be completely mad. Mr Jones believes in the values of private property. Thieves, including people who steal his apples, are punished by doing hard labour in chains. And so far no one has ever pressed charges against Mr Jones...

© Philipp Mählmann

Saturday, 14 December 2019

The Party

A character receives, quite unexpectedly, an invitation to a soirée at the home of one of their old school-friends. The individual, one Humphrey Anderson-Boyd, is known as an international traveller and has something of a reputation as a dilettante and playboy. He is wealthy, handsome, elegant, and an eminently eligible bachelor. The society journals are quick to match him with any woman in whose company he is seen. His parties are said to be wild and debauched.

Humphrey lives in a large and airy house designed by a radical modern architect and located on the fringes of the fashionable city suburbs. The interior is exquisitely furnished and the grand windows overlook the extensive wooded and landscaped grounds. By day the dramatic skies and excellent views make it an idyllic spot, but at night it can feel very lonely and isolated. The house has been designed to be self-sufficient and has its own generator located in the cellars.

Jones, the cadaverous butler, is the only westerner in the domestic staff. The others are all dark skinned, slightly built Orientals who actively shun contact with the guests. They seem under the sway of the cook, an ancient and grossly fat woman who seems to do little except sit in a rocking chair and give orders. All of the Orientals carry slender knives and have a dragon tattoo on their necks. Jones is able to communicate in their tongue and appears to inspire either respect or fear.

Humphrey retains a number of gamekeepers and groundsmen, local men who maintain the gardens, keep down the wildlife, and patrol the grounds against poachers and trespassers. They consider Humphrey and his staff to be ‘queer folk’, but their wages are rather good, they receive a rather generous holiday allowance and Christmas bonus, and as such they are loyal and tight-lipped. The gamekeepers have well trained dogs and carry shotguns, and will see off anyone who tries anything funny. They and their dogs shun the woods, however.

Humphrey’s little bash, which includes among its guest-list writers, musicians, judges, a gangster, and at least one starlet of the silver screen, begins rather more formally than one might expect. The gramophone music is dull and repetitive and the conversation is terrible: this is hardly going to make the best shindig list of ‘Gentleman’ magazine. That is, until Jones fetches the “special” drink. The liquid is contained in a large bronze bowl worked with Chinese characters and intricate skull-and-claw designs, and appears to be luminous green in the dim light. The other guests have no qualms about drinking.

Possibilities

1 The characters have received an invite to the wrong party - the one they were supposed to attend isn’t until next week. The “special” drink is a powerful aphrodisiac made by the cook: it causes the drinker to lose all of their inhibitions - the affair becomes an orgiastic sex romp. If the characters have drunk the potion they will, in all probability, become willing participants in the carnal activities, though they probably won’t remember much of what went on. A number of prostitutes (both male and female) have been hired to ‘start things going’. Anyone with professional employment or a position of trust would be very badly affected if their participation in such activities became public knowledge.

2 The “special” drink is a potion that causes the drinker to fall into a waking trance. Humphrey is a newly created undead, Jones is his sire and mentor, and the Orientals are trusted henchmen. When everyone has succumbed to the effects of the potion Humphrey and Jones move among the guests and tap just a little blood from each, drinking enough during the course of the evening to satisfy their unholy needs. Both are immune to most forms of damage (although fire, electricity, and enchanted weapons work) and are exceedingly violent if they are interrupted: they are lethally fast and highly skilled creatures. Those who have drunk the potion remember little of the evening, but uniformly recall having had an excellent time.

3 Humphrey and Jones, both permanently insane, are the leaders of a small cult that worships Shub Niggurath. The “special” drink is a potion, made by the cook, with two main effects. First, it allows the cultists access to the guests’ psychic energy. Second, it induces a dream-like state that cushions their minds against the horrors they witness (they recall a wild party but can’t remember any details). Humphrey and Jones begin a ceremony that involves everyone performing complex chanting and dancing. At the penultimate moment a sacrifice is brought forth (a suitable victim has been secured and is being held in the cellars until required), and ultimately one or more Dark Young of Shub Niggurath are summoned. The horrifying entities consume the sacrifice (and anyone who hasn’t drunk the potion) then vanish into the wooded grounds.

© Adie Stewart

Saturday, 7 December 2019

The Organ Donor

A series of bizarre murders are occurring in Arkham. Unusually, each victim has received donations of organs from the body of a Catholic man – and every single murder victim has the relevant body parts extracted – eyes, heart, bone marrow, whatever they received from the dead man. It may be that this man is not as dead as he seems, and is seeking a complete body, in order to enter heaven.

Possibilities

1 The murders are committed by the dead man himself, who has returned as a zombie-like revenant who seeks to reconstruct his own body after his wife went against his wishes by donating his organs.

2 The donor was not as good a Catholic as was suggested. He was a sorcerer, and his knowledge is much desired by another sorcerer who can resurrect the dead, as in The Case of Charles Dexter Ward. However, to avoid getting “the liveliest awfulness” of his victim, he requires all his body parts and has set out to regain every single one.

3 The murders are committed by the donor’s wife. A medium has contacted the victim in the spirit world, where his ghost is trapped because he lacks his complete body. To reassemble the corpse, his wife is stealing the organs from their recipients.

Inspired by the story Donor, from the X-Files comics.

© James David Beard

Saturday, 23 November 2019

The Wreck

Dr. Harold Rathborne has been locked away in an asylum. Otherwise a prominent medical examiner for the police department, Rathborne lost his mind after examining the corpses from a recent train wreck. In related news, someone removed an as-yet unidentified corpse from the morgue in which Rathborne worked the night he went mad. Police are investigating the case, but the real evidence is in Rathborne’s private journal, not his work one.

The new examiner has learned that many of the victims were dead prior to the crash. The police have suddenly stopped sharing information.

Possibilities

1 The Fungi from Yuggoth have stolen back the corpse of the Reginald Bernby whom they impregnated with eggs prior to the train’s departure. Controlled by the Fungi to travel to a specific location, he boarded the train. When he began to germinate in the train car he flipped out and started attacking people with whatever weapons were on hand insisting he be killed. The Fungi, realizing their eggs were suddenly in danger, swept in and caused the chaos that led to the wreck.

Rathborne examined poor Reginald Bernby and discovered the eggs in his abdomen, ready to hatch. Rathborne went mad and later Bernby continued on his quest to the hatching grounds, easily discovered by plotting out the path of the wrecked train.

2 Rathborne’s notes reveal the source of his insanity. One of the bodies he examined (the one that has gone missing) had crawled off the examining table using its skin - not unlike a slug. Rathborne went mad, but not before he concluded that the body was host to an inexplicable organism whose plastic nature seems, to those that know, much like that of a shoggoth.

As it happens, train wreck victim Alexander Marcus shares his body with a shoggoth. The shoggoth gives him unusual strength and durability, enough strength in fact to have ripped an axle off of the train car he was on, and enough supernatural constitution to have regenerated his body sufficiently to walk out of the morgue. His goal was the scientist on board the train who had learned of his unique condition. Rathborne will be next.

3 After seeing one too many bodies broken apart in this horrible wreck doctor Harold Rathborne went stark raving mad. In the comfort of his asylum cell he hears the screams of the dozens of mutilated passengers and the whispers of one victim in particular, a powerful wizard seeking a new, working body.

© Jim Sliney Jr

Saturday, 16 November 2019

The Wayang Theatre

A new exhibition is planned in the ethnologic faculty of the local university. It is about the history of Java and Malaysia, especially the Islamic time which started about 600 years ago. There are also exhibits from earlier ages, the Hindu-culture coming from the Chinese-Indian trading routes and times before, when the local religion was kind of animism.
Between the craftworks is an odd set of wayang-puppets, made during the eighth-hundred A.D., the figures resembling humans with disturbing deformities. They were found some decades ago with Sanskrit-written palm tree leaves, yet not translated.

Soon after opening of the exhibition the puppets and the written leaves are stolen. The thief is easily found, he is a burglar, well-known to police, who is specialized in stealing from museums.

Possibilities

1 Shortly after the thief is identified, he is stabbed to death by his accomplice who wants all the profits from the crime for himself. He sells it on the international black-market shortly afterwards.

2 The burglar is found dead, apparently from a heart attack. The thief stole to order - and was then poisoned by his client.

(Before 1942 the client is a native-Indonesian group working against the foreign government. In modern times the client is an Islamic terror-group.)

The client wants the puppets for two purposes. They were once a holy set of puppets in the client’s home region and they can be used in the conjuration of Shuggoran and his childer. They want the puppets back to let these demons loose on their enemies.

3 The thief is acting on behalf of a rich collector. He pays the burglar well and is now translating the texts so that actors can perform the original wayang. He will take the main role and perform the act in front of his art-loving friend.

Unfortunately, this is the play of shadows and the songs will render the veil between dimensions. The collector is sacrificing himself to become a spectral hunter, to haunt the place of his self-sacrifice.

© Jochen Koltermann