THROUGH THE GARDEN TO THE GRAVES

from THE HAUNTING

October 31st, 2022

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THE HAUNTING

THROUGH THE GARDEN TO THE GRAVES

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THROUGH THE GARDEN TO THE GRAVES

BAD MANOR

FINALLY, A PLACE TO LAY MY HEAD. I WATCHED MY BROTHERS DIE IN THE FIELDS. I SEE THEM WHEN I SHUT MY EYES. BUT HERE, I’M SO FAR AWAY FROM IT ALL. MY MOTHER DIED BEFORE I LEFT, MY FATHER LIVES BUT IS DEAD JUST THE SAME. MY HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART, ONE HELL OF A GAL, SAID SHE COULD BARELY RECOGNIZE ME. WE SIPPED MALTS BY THE SWIMMING HOLE, BASKING IN THE SUN, AND IT ALMOST FELT LIKE OLD TIMES. BUT THE DAY ENDED. ALL DAYS DO. MINE WILL END SOON. THEN I’LL BE WITH MY BROTHERS. SHE CAME TO ME LAST NIGHT. IT WASN’T A DREAM; I WAS WIDE AWAKE. SHE WHISPERED IN A BREATHY GASP “I’VE COME FOR YOUR COMFORT. I LIVE TO SERVE”. I FELT HER FINGERS RUN THROUGH MY HAIR AND I SHOOK, SHUDDERED AS HER BREATH TRACED UP MY NECK. AND SHE WAS GONE. AND THE CANDLE BY MY BED EXTINGUISHED. I WAS RESTLESS. I NEEDED TO WALK. SO I WANDERED. THE GARDENS IN THE COURTYARD ALL SEEMED TO BEND THEIR HEADS AND KNEEL BEFORE ME, HERALDING MY HEROISM. THE MOON PIERCED THE SKY, AND STARS SHONE LIKE THE LANTERNS WE HUNG TO GUIDE OUR WAY ON THE BATTLEFIELD. I FOLLOWED THEM. I WALKED FOR WHAT FELT LIKE ENDLESS MILES. I FOUND A SMALL BENCH TOWARDS THE END OF THE GARDEN, SURROUNDED BY TREES SO TALL THEY SEEMED TO HAVE NO LIMIT. I WAS OVERCOME WITH THE ENORMITY OF MY SURROUNDINGS AND THE SMALLNESS OF MY OWN EXISTENCE. PERHAPS I’D STAY HERE FOR A WHILE.

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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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