An Eldritch Trespassing: The primeval article

 

This is the first, and perhaps the final installment of my article, upon which, the prudent device of my writerly sleight, must suffice the grotesque alchemy of the designated ordeal. I have no assurance, that any pronounced defect of the oddity, can be translated, into an adequate specimen of composition, so as to not utterly stultify my cognitive synthesis. This obscenely corrugated page, needs not be pitied with slovenly abbreviations, nor profane digressions of ink, certainly not! ....pardon me, my fears are manifold, and have long been bottled in the damp confinement of abeyant reticence. I remember, the thing was first observed, by the apprehensive scrutiny of my lens, a fortnight ago. Even in the debt of assigned chronology, the volume of resonant experience remains, at best, audibly pervasive, and so on this note, I shall admit that the date of advent has been forgotten. It was in my chamber, and appeared to be a woman, until the prerequisite elements of the notion, waned like the sentience of the moribund, and the semblance which imbibed from my fancy, evinced a far more preternatural quintessence. Yes, it was far too pale, even in the gloss of the moonlight, almost transparent, and its eyes were intensely black, with a hyaloid film. I was aroused from the comfort of somnolence, and had hoped to dispel whatever vestige of the image, from my lucid vision but all was in vain. There was gore upon its lips, which stretched to unfurl the lurid signature of a smile. It was rather distinct, amidst the turbid rendering of its whole. Its visage had a vapid gravity of womanly senescence, and yet there was something eeriely macabre about its ghostly lineaments, when thoroughly endued, with the symptoms of life. It seemed, to my profound astonishment, obscenely nude, for there was no garment upon its phantasmagoric form, or an emblem of its register. It was merely its long, unkept hair that trespassed its torso. In this moment, as I kneeled upon my bed, vexed by the kneading grasp of terror, I heard the thing of evil speak,

"Do you desire a concubine, these nights are verily forlorn my dear" My memory after these words, abandoned me, for long hours, until the morning, and upon the earliest advent of light, I saw a nude young woman, with her head buried in her knees, squatting at a familiar distance from the bed. Yes, it was the same locus! She sobbed, she moaned, and at length, raising her head, adorned with auburn hair, I found that she was lovely. I gasped when at length, her eyes liquified into blood, as she shrieked and her quivering hand pointed towards a lofty altitude of the adjacent wall behind me. Ah yes! There was a CRUCIFIX!