Blast from the past

I wrote this a couple months ago, inspired by HP Lovecraft, a horror writer


The day started off slow, if anything.
It had been raining the last 2 weeks, nonstop.  The drainage systems had all but failed, and most of the school systems had canceled for and undetermined amount of time.  Being mid-harvest, the rains had ruined any thought of food coming in, and my friend and I had transformed into a state of starvation far beyond and human comprehension.  That is why we decided to go on this terrible errand.
My friend was known by most as Samuel, but to me he was always something else;  something unfamiliar and scientifically advanced.  It does not need a name to describe someone as hideously involved in science as he was.  But after the rains came and the starvation kicked in, well…he changed.
Something about his demeanor changed along with his personality.  After we had gone to the military checkpoint to get fresh water (the city had cut off all sewage and water facilities-they had all but overflowed) and our local news.  Propaganda as usual, the old “stick together and you’ll make it” type of reading.  Well on this particular day Samuel had decided to take me to some strange hideout of his-something he called “the tower.”  It was a few miles off, and we might not make the trip back.  “Suits me.” I told him.  We would probably die of starvation in a few days anyway, why not make a trip out of this terrible hellhole.
We packed what we could, a sleeping roll, a few quarts of water, and for me the only picture of my daughter I had managed to survive after the Doom.
The trip was rancid and mediocre.  The rains had ruined the entire topsoil of this Earth, it was as manual and toiled as walking on snow with no boots on.  The infection of the feet had killed thousands, at least that was what the news had told us.
Among some miracle we made it to the pathetic soppy mound about 2000 feet above sea level.  The view was anything other than amazing-it allowed one the melancholy view of our town, grey and unchanging as ever. The checkpoint lights were the only sign of any electricity, after the riots about a quarter of the population had been gunned down.  That left about 200 people, and after the infections and starvation I could hardly wonder why we never saw anyone on the walk to our water rations.
The tower was in pathetic shape.  Dilapidated and falling into pieces, it was a small wonder the poor thing had been vacant since before I was born.  Samuel reached into his pocket and found the keys, opened the lock, and pushed the diseased door open.
What I saw at this point is almost impossible to describe.  The things I remember after this are all very hard to remember, but I will try to recount them.
Sitting on all the walls of this monstrosity were small cages, about 5 feet in height, rusty and brown.  Inside them-dear God-inside them were humans but they were not….they could not be…
Inside them were human beings-but they were anything but.  They had descended…descended to some devilish primeval animals.  They sat atop chains inside the cages, they had extraneous limbs that allowed them to crawl up almost anything.
One detail I can describe perfectly- in the center of this hell was one big cage, but covered by a giant cloth.  I could never have wanted to see that…I DID NOT.  I DID NOT WANT TO SEE IT!
But Samuel made me…he pulled the curtain and I saw it.
Straight from whatever hell from whatever religion you believe in…this terrible sin sat inside, hundreds of humans, like jelly, all melted together, oh God the moans and screams they made…
Can you imagine it? Thousands of men, women, children, Demons I tell you! Only Satan himself could have made something this ghastly…BUT there it was! Right in front of me!  You cannot call me mad…this was real, REAL I TELL YOU!

The beast moaned and cried…babies sobbing, men crying, limbs poking out every which and where, this gore pit of monsters could actually move, sliding across the cage and grasping at various bars of the cage.
“Samuel!” I cried. “What have you done?”


“Only God’s willing, dear.  Now, you must join them.  Come.  It will not hurt.  You will not even be yourself.  All that is evil will be gone.”
“Fuck you!” I Cried, running for the door, but before I could reach it one of the freaks from the smaller cages had already grasped me with tens of hands-the HORROR.  THE SHEER HORROR of those limbs grabbing at me, pulling me towards Samuel.
“Now do you see God’s true will child?  Do you see what He wants?”



When I woke up, something felt different.  Something…something had grown onto me.  You see, I actually feel much better.  The limbs…they make me feel stronger. This mound of bodies makes us ALL stronger!!  All my friends are with me now.  Together we will show all of Earth and the Universe what we want! PRAISE SAMUEL! PRAISE HIM! LAUDETUR SALVATOREM!!