Dave and Manny stood shoulder to shoulder, confronting the Entity before them. It stood less than three feet tall, humpbacked, with long arms and short legs, gnarled, misshapen hands and clubbed feet. Its nakedness revealed genitalia of exaggerated size, an unnatural profanity, and its mottled, jaundiced skin sprouted tufts of wiry hair in random places. Drooping lips revealed jagged stumps of rotted teeth, licked by a flaccid greyish tongue. Its eyes were no more than gaping black sockets, dripping puss the color of motor oil.

Dave shuddered.

“Where is the boy?” the dwarf spoke, its voice that of a woman, the woman they had heard calling for help. It purred, almost seductive. “Where is the one called Alderman?”

“Never heard of him,” Dave said.

Manny wheeled towards the door, Dave preparing to follow him when he heard Manny yelp like a kicked dog. Dave turned his back on the dwarf, then he also recoiled in horror. Their path back into the church had been blocked.

A monstrous centipede-like thing began to uncoil from where it lay just outside the back door to Manny’s home. An insectoid head rose above the mound of coils, a hundred black eyes staring. Hundreds of legs clicked against the bare earth.

“Madre de Dios!” Manny exclaimed.

The thing moved. It began to encircle Dave and Manny and the dwarf, which giggled, hysterical, in a little girl’s voice.

“Damn thing’s gotta be a hundred feet long,” Dave said, stunned and detached. Manny began to recite the Twenty-third Psalm. “Call the boy!” the dwarf said. “It is Alderman I want! Give him to Me, and I will allow you to live!”

By TheCheezman

WAYNE MILLER is the owner and creative director of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, specializing in theatrical performances and haunted attractions. He has written, produced, and directed (and occasionally acted in) over two dozen plays, most of them in the Horror and True Crime genres. He obtained a doctorate in Occult Studies from Miskatonic University and is an active paranormal investigator. Is frequently told he resembles Anton Lavey. And Ming the Merciless.

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