THE ROOM WITH SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX EYES

from THE HAUNTING

October 31st, 2022

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THE HAUNTING

THE ROOM WITH SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX EYES

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THE ROOM WITH SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX EYES

BAD MANOR

THIS OLD PLACE IS ALIVE. I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES. NO, NOT THE BUILDING ITSELF. OF COURSE NOT A BUILDING. NOT A PILE OF BRICKS AND WOOD. THEY’RE COMPLAINING AGAIN. THEY CAN FEEL A DRAFT. THEY SWEAR THERE’S RATS IN THE WALLS, BITING HOLES AND LETTING THE WIND THROUGH. I WONDER IF THEY’RE JUST MAD WE HAD TO SETTLE FOR THIS AS OUR HONEYMOON, BUT I DIDN’T CAUSE THE TRAVEL BANS. THEY WANTED A TROPICAL ISLAND AND ADVENTURE. THIS WAS THE NEXT BEST CHOICE; A HOUSE, HIGH ON A HILL, FILLED WITH A MYSTICAL AIR. THE SURROUNDING FOREST HAS AMAZING HIKING, AND WE CAN FINALLY BE ALONE, FAR FROM THE BUSTLE OF THE CITY. THEY DIDN’T REFUND US FOR FLIGHTS. THIS WAS THE BEST WE COULD DO. AND THEY HATE IT. I WONDER IF THEY HATE ME. THEY SIT UP, RESTLESS, WANTING TO EXPLORE AND ADVENTURE. “I’LL GET A TORCH AND HOLY WATER, WE CAN STALK THESE HALLS LIKE REAL MONSTER HUNTERS!” MY JOKE DOESN’T LAND. THEY SCOWL. THEY TURN ON THEIR PHONE FLASHLIGHT. WE WALK DOWN THE HALL OUTSIDE OF OUR DOOR. WE MEASURE EVERY STEP. HER HAND IS ON MY SHOULDER, BEHIND ME. WE WALK INTO A ROOM, ADORNED WITH PORTRAITS. THE FACES ALL SHARE A COMMON VISAGE BUT NO TWO ARE ALIKE. WHO ARE THEY? WHERE ARE WE? MY QUESTIONS SIT ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE AND BEFORE THEY CAN ROLL OFF OF IT, A VOICE ANSWERS. “MEET MY FAMILY. WE’VE BEEN HERE A LONG TIME”. I LOOKED AROUND AND SAW NO ONE. NO ONE INCLUDING MY PARTNER. THE EMPTY ROOM. I COULD FEEL IT BREATHING.

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THE HOUSE, THE SUBJECT OF MY STUDIES, WENT OUT IN A BLAZE TODAY. I THINK I COULD HEAR IT SCREAMING. AFTER DISCOVERING THE GUESTBOOK AND ITS RECORDED APPENDICES IN A HIDDEN CHAMBER, I VOWED TO MAKE THE STORY PUBLIC, BUT THIS PLACE, THIS HAVEN OF EVIL AND SADNESS, COULD NO LONGER STAND. THE MANOR MOCKED ME, WALLS BREATHING AS IF THIS PLACE OF WOOD AND BRICK WERE LAUGHING, AS I ENTERED WITH A JUG OF GASOLINE.

I RECALL THE MANY SEANCES I CONDUCTED HERE. MY ASSOCIATE, PROFESSOR RADA S. LAZARESCU, RECORDED MY SESSIONS AS A MEDIUM. WE RECALLED HAUNTINGS IN THE MANOR THROUGHOUT HISTORY, DATING BACK TO ITS INITIAL POSSESSION BY THE SPIRIT. IT WAS A VIOLENT PERIOD OF TIME. PROFESSOR LAZARESCU IS NO LONGER WITH US. I FOUND HIM IN THE STATUE GARDEN, SWAYING IN ITS MIDST. IT WAS THEN THAT I KNEW THE HOUSE MUST DIE.

FILLING EVERY ROOM, I HALLUCINATED PREVIOUS HAUNTINGS, OTHERS WHOSE SOULS WERE PERMANENTLY TRAPPED HERE. I DARED NOT ENTER ONE, FOR ITS MANY JUDGING GAZES WOULD DRAW ME MAD IF I EVEN ATTEMPTED EYE CONTACT WITH ONE OF ITS PAINTED RESIDENTS. I SET THE SPARK. I SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE. IT DID NOT EXPECT SUCH A WORTHY FOE, BUT I WAS PREPARED. MY YEARS OF RESEARCH LED ME TO THIS MOMENT, AND IT FELL UPON ME TO END THIS LIVING DAMNATION. I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO CAREFULLY RECREATE THE GUESTBOOK AND RECORDINGS I FOUND WITHIN THE HOUSE SO THAT ITS STORY MAY LIVE ON, AS THE SPIRIT WHICH INHABITED IT, THE ARCHITECT, IS HUNGRY.

MY STORY IS WOEFULLY SHORT. HE WILL FIND ME. LET THIS COLLECTION BE A WARNING.

-STEPHEN R.C. SICREEVE, 16 OCTOBER 2021

Credits

THE HAUNTING IS A COLLABORATIVE EFFORT BETWEEN SEANCES CONDUCTED BY:
STEPHEN R.C. SICREEVE - PROFESSIONAL SPIRIT MEDIUM
MONSIEUR MALEDICTION - VESSEL PHANTASMIQUE
DOCUMENTED BY:
THE LATE PROFESSOR RADA S. LAZARESCU

FURTHER ORCHESTRATED BY:
THE IMPALER
THE GHASTLY VRYKOLAK
THE HAUNTED STRIGOI
AND
PHALLUS A. BLAZE AS THE SKINNER OF CATS

FINAL DACTYLOMANTIC RITES BY LORD ELZEVIR

ADDITIONAL ILLUSTRATIONS PROVIDED BY:
LANDIS BLAIR
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