"One does not kill out of a good heart" - Tannisshou
The picture in the house
November 1896, New England
Pigafetta -The kingdom of Congo
John Bunyan - The pilgrims Progress
Cotton Mather - Magnalia Christi Americana
Welcome.
Please, have a seat.
You got caught by the rain, right?
Luckily you were nearby.
I must have fallen asleep, otherwise I would have heard it.
Well, no problem.
You did well to come into the house.
I'm not as young as I used to be!
It makes me want to nap during the day.
If I sleep I feel better.
Who wants to take loads of medication, eh?
Did you come from afar?
Nowadays there are not many people that come to Arkham ...
It has become a rather sad place, you know ...
Ah, I see.
That's how it is with Arkham
But really!
Anyway, I'm glad you came here.
It is really rare to meet new people around here.
You are from Boston, isn't it?
I just can tell by the way you dress.
You aren't dressed poorly, though.
If I remember correctly, in '84 there was someone here who was a school teacher ...
... but he suddenly disappeared.
Who knows how badly ...
Since that time you're the only one that came.
Well, it's not that important, anyway.
Oh?
It interests you?
It is a book about Africa
I got it in '68 from Captain Ebenezer Holt.
He died in the war, you know?
Do you know Ebenezer?
He was for many years a sailor on board of a mercantile ship ...
...and in many port of the world picked up the rarest and strangest things.
If I'm not mistaken he found this particular book in London.
Once I went to his house to sell some horses.
That was the first time he showed it to me,
The illustrations are really beautiful, aren't they?
They are.
It is a strange book, don't you think? - What of it?
I lent it..
But I didn't understand a word. It's written in Latin.
To me that is as if it's written in Chinese.
The parish priest Clark did me the favor of translating some of it.
The poor man drowned in the pond some time ago.
You can read Latin, isn't it?
Strange how the drawings make you feel, huh?
Hand it to me for a moment.
Watch here for a bit.
Doesn't it seem monkey?
Doesn't it seem as if one has mixed a monkey with a human being?
and these...
I have never seen nor heard of such creatures!
However,... this one is even more interesting!
What do you think? Never seen anything like it, right?
When I found this drawing I told Eb Holt:
"When you Check it aches your body ...
... and tickles the blood!"
Even in the Scriptures many people die, right?
I can only think about what could have happened,
but it is hard to discern the image.
Oh, only here it is visible quite clearly, don't you think?
Anyway I think that maybe both are sinful drawings.
But...
After all, are we not all born bringing sin upon us? The church says the same.
Looking at this man torn to pieces,
I am already pissing my pants ...
As I read, I can not take my eyes off him.
You see him as the butcher cut his feet?
The head is on a bench...
one arm has rolled over here ...
... and the other is on the opposite side.
As I told before,
how some of the images influence your feeling.
Don't you think it's really a peculiar sensation ?
It's hard to comprehend why this picture attracts me so much.
Ever since I got this book from the beloved Eb I look at it.
You know, once I tried to do an experiment.
Do not be alarmed. I just killed the sheep.
I looked at this illustration before killing sheep for the market.
It got much more fun to kill them.
But then I got into a strange desire ...
In short, the satisfaction ...
Was a strange sensation ...
I came to want to eat something that I could not have.
I cursed the Lord.
Wah.
He remained silent all the time.
Don't you worry, though.
I did not do any of those things that you are imagining now.
If you eat it, I really wonder how it would ...
I've only imagined it.
They say that the meat will reinvigorate body and blood, give you new life ...
And so I thought maybe I could lengthen my nice little existence.
"This terrible sacrifice, for whom was it made, for which ultimate goal has it been spilled?" Hegel, "Lezzione the history of philosophy."
The Dunwich Horror
Massachusetts, september 1928
That was the last moment of Wilbur Whateley.
Wilbur was born February 2, 1913, at 5 am on Sunday.
In the village there is no one who knows anything about the father.
His mother was a disfigured woman , unattractive and albino.
When Wilbur was born she was thirty-five years.
It was said that in his youth ...
...her father had devoted himself to black magic ...
...and had always lived alone with her.
Their house laid in a secluded area...
... approximately nine kilometers outside of the village.
The night of the childbirth, echoed a cry through the mountains ...
. .. as if all the village dogs got crazy.
The goat sucker then continued the singing.
It is not known if any midwife was present at the birth.
One of the strange signs after the birth of Wilbur ...
....was that although the farm had continued to buy cattle, the number of cows did not seem to increase.
The number of cows in the barn always was approximately ten ...
... and these were mostly dirty and unhealthy, with lots of wounds
Those wounds and sores of the skin,
Looked simular to the ones on the throats of the old man and his daughter Lavinia.
Eight months after his birth, Wilbur began to walk perfectly on his own.
The night of Halloween a blaze came up. Heading towards the top of Sentinel Hill,
where Wilbur crawled naked in the woods .... with his mother.
Only twelfth months after its birth, Wilbur began to speak.
His speech developed at astonishing speed,
but what arouses even more admiration and apprehension among the people of the village. compared to the strange behavior of Wilbur,
was what was really going on at that farm.
Despite it was thought that no one lived on the top floor,
they said they often heard noises from there.
The old Whateley...
passed away the first of august 1924
Depending on what was said by Dr. Houghton, who witnessed the death,
The goat sucker sang ...
as if he had adjusted his timing to the gasps of the dying man
As he breathed his last, suddenly the consciousness of the old man seemed to return ...
and, as if in trance,
he is said to have addressed a few words to his nephew,
"Make the house even bigger".
"Remember to eat" It was that kind of speech.
After a pause, he spoke again.
"Before opening the portal, you must not let it come out.
The only ones who can handle it... are alone ".
The words were filled with mystery..
At the time, Wilbur had grown and looked like a adult man.
What's more, despite his deviance,
as a scholar of incredible erudition,
he became well known among academic libraries in every place,
where rare and forbidden old books were kept.
It was around this periode that I started receiving letters...
...from Wilbur.
Simultaneously, however,
from the village of Dunwich disappeared some cows...
and ... Wilbur, who was suspected,
started to isolate himself more and more.
Since then, two years passed and Wilbur always kept his mother from leaving the house.
In the meantime he had grown double in height... and seemed destined to grow even more.
The winter of 1927
Wilbur finally went to the university library of Miskatonic University
Until that time, he had corresponded with the Widner Library at Harvard University.
The Bibliothèque nationale in Paris, the British Museum and the University of Buenos Aires...
It had not led to anything,
because the correspondence failed to get him the book he was looking for.
Eventually, he journeyed to our library,
that was the closest to the Dunwich region.
It was the cursed book called "Necromicon."
It was written by the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred in the eight century.
In the seventeenth century Olaus Wormius translated it into Latin, and had it printed.
Wilbur had an imperfect English translation made by his grandfather,
but he sought the Latin version.
I politely refused to lend him the book,
and so, he walked away, muttering threatening words that I can not repeat.
And I didn't do only that. I got in touch ...
with all the other libraries he could aim for.
But this was only the beginning.
Because it would just be a matter of time before Wilbur would break into the library.
The beginning of the Dunwich Horror, came to pass immediately after Wilbur's death.
Wilbur had left a strange manuscript.
It was written in ancient characters, that looked like Arabic or Sanskrit.
When, in the village of Dunwich, the prologue of the dreadful events unleashed...
the work of deciphering had come to an end.
and we were preparing ourselves to face what was to come.
OH! O-over there, the car of the State Police!...
"It's coming!"
We followed the footprints.
That thing ... was ... a monster summoned by black magic.
What is summoned by magic, can only be destroyed by the magic itself.
I had thoroughly studied Wilbur Wheately's book ... In search for a way to do it.
We could almost certainly destroy it.
There was a dangerous aspect in all this, but if Wilbur had lived,
something even more scary would have entered into this world.
"Is there anyone who can tell me a shortcut?
I have to go over that hill. "
Just as we suspected, The tracks made their way to the foot of the hill.
"Shoot!"
I say to you all that this thing was brought back to its original elements...
and can not return to existence a second time.
I'll burn Wilbur's diary.
You'll destroy what appears to be a stone altar, with dynamite.
With their blasphemous ceremonies,
they summoned into this world those monstrous creatures.
There is a possibility to arise in someones heart the will to destroy the human race.
Probably, what we have faced came from their will.
This time we managed to controle it just in time, but it's merely the beginning.
That thing was Wilbur's "twin brother".
However, compared to Wilbur, it was much more similar to his distant father.
But, compared to us, it was an alien life-form.
"Without the preceding of darkness, there is no reality to a creature."
-Schelling, "Philosophical Investigations into the essence of human freedom."
The Ceremony
Christmas 1933, Massachusetts
My folks are part of an ancient family..
Three hundred years ago, when this land began to be colonized,
my family already had a long history behind it.
Once in a century, my people gather in this small southern port city to hold a ceremony.
Also, because it is said that it should awake an ancient memory.
Necromicon
Morryster - Marvells of science Joseph Glanvil saducismus triumphatus
Remigius - Daemonolateria
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