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and creatures from beyond time and space. I know it doesn’t belong here; it seems to consume but give nothing. I can only imagine the cult worships it to supplicate it, to feed its ravenous nature as I can’t imagine what product this being could provide that would be of any use to any human, sane or otherwise.
A friend of mine, a private investigator of some repute named Arthur Crowley recently lost a friend to some beast worshipping cult; a group of insane people who sacrificed themselves en masse to strange being, so it was said. I thought it was a fanciful theory put forth by the kind of people who believe super market tabloids have some insight that the legitimate press is not privy too.
It would appear that this is not the case. The thing I have witnessed is very real, although my every sense wants to deny its existence; being of questionable sanity, it would seem, is far preferable to the mind than certain, horrific death. There is something down there in that well, something not from here. It craves flesh, or blood, or both. I can only assume it does not stray far from the well, or even leave it with its entirety, as I would assume it would devastate the surrounding territory if it did.
Perhaps it posses some cruel, alien intelligence and understands its relationship with the people in the surrounding lands. Why risk an assured meal for the sake of wanton destruction?
Or maybe I am trying to assign motivations to something that is truly beyond understanding.
I hear the dripping again. I will hold the recorder out so you can hear it. I don’t know if the recorder can pick this up, but there is a subtle scraping sound. It knows I’m here. I am lucky the hick that stuck me out here did not bother to check my clothing; else he might have noticed my recorder. My one consolation is that someone may find this and bring justice to those that did this to me, and with luck, seal the baneful well that I am staring at so that no one else meets this fate.
I am also hoping that the tunnels of the well do not extend very far; I hate to think that there are more groups feeding this abomination. It has occurred to me that there may be more of these things in the world, that perhaps this ravenous monstrosity is not unique, and that perhaps certain disappearances in the world might be the result of others such as this. Perhaps the villagers of Roanoke, Virginia dug their well in the wrong spot, and weren’t as crafty or insane as the people of this town. Perhaps the Mayans or any of a number of once great civilizations that disappeared stumbled upon this…
It’s sniffing again. I don’t believe it will wait like it did before; like a shark once it smells and tastes blood, it is ready for more. It’ shifting, moving toward the well opening; I can hear it crawling. It’s near. The sniffing is getting louder; I can see the top of… The eyes are red… It sees the blood…
Oh holy God. Please. God, N…
Click!
Splash…
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