OOZING FEASTER

OOZING FEASTER

"Sonny thrashed against the floorboards and continued to ejaculate. In the near darkness, she became confused by what she saw--the short quick spurts that arced across his body were neither ropes nor strands, but thick and segmented. She'd seen a dead bird in the garbage and what had feasted upon it in oozing carpets, and her mental equilibrium wobbled mightily. "

Laird Barron, Catch Hell

THE THING FROM THE DOLMEN (NYARLATHOTEP)

THE THING FROM THE DOLMEN (NYARLATHOTEP)

"The cold pop and crack that trees do when icicles hang from your nose, I thought that's what made the noise. Wrong, very wrong. Stars and trees glowed the same color and the milky vapor of my breath hung before me as I twisted to see what…A shape emerged from the dolmen I’d departed, bearded slick stones reflecting the black deep, and deeper black wrapped a cavity of wormy softness. The figure came onward, hitching and dipping at disjointed angles, an unsleeved mass undulating and cohering into the towering semblance of a stick man screaming soundlessly 

through a mouth of rotted birchwood."

Laird Barron, Untitled
Written Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration