The Rain Cloud a Short Story by Ryan Melrose

THE RAIN CLOUD

https://www.db-ryportal.com/post/the-rain-cloud-by-ryan-melrose-short-story Chapter 1: Forbidden Grounds The dirt path twisted like a living vein through the dense, scraggly brush. Elliot Grant shifted the weight of his pack and cast a sideways glance at Sophia Lane, who was several paces ahead, her strides full of purpose. She moved like someone determined to find something extraordinary, though Elliot wasn’t sure what that “something” could be in such an unremarkable stretch of wilderness. They had come across the town by chance—an uncharted speck not marked on their maps or apps, and it intrigued Sophia immediately. Abandoned places, she’d said, were her favorite kind of discovery. Her voice had carried that giddy edge she always got when she was about to drag him into one of her wild adventures. Elliot paused at the edge of the town, taking in its decayed grandeur. Rusted signposts leaned like tired sentinels, their faded words warning of something long lost to memory. Houses leaned into one another as if conspiring in whispers. The air here felt stagnant, thickened by time itself. There was a stillness—a too quiet kind of quiet. Sophia was already through the threshold, a triumphant grin on her face as if she’d claimed the forsaken town for herself. “You coming, Elliot?” she called over her shoulder. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he muttered, his words catching in his throat. There was something about the place that turned the air heavy, but he couldn’t bring himself to explain it without sounding foolish. Against his better judgment, he followed her, his footsteps crunching against shattered glass and loose gravel. The further in they walked, the more unnerving the town became. It wasn’t the abandonment that unsettled Elliot—he’d been to plenty of desolate places before. It was something else, something about how the place felt, as though it was watching them through eyes neither human nor mechanical. “Check this out!” Sophia’s voice broke his thoughts. She stood in front of what must have been the town’s square. A fountain stood in the center, bone dry and caked in rust. She tilted her head to the side, inspecting it. “Ever get the feeling a place has a story it’s just waiting to tell you?” Elliot nodded, his unease gnawing louder at the back of his mind. “Or a story it doesn’t want you to know.” It wasn’t long before they came across the first sign of warning—an old wooden board nailed to a weathered lamppost. Its letters, scrawled in red paint, were faded but decipherable: KEEP OUT. Beneath it, another sign had been etched in a hurried hand, its jagged strokes full of desperation: LEAVE BEFORE IT FOLLOWS. “Creepy,” Sophia said with a scoff, brushing a hand over the sign as though to dismiss the words entirely. Elliot felt a cold knot twist in his gut. “We should go,” he said, his voice sharper now. But Sophia waved him off. “Oh, come on! It’s just old ghost stories—urban legends to keep kids away. We’ll be fine.” Her laughter echoed in the hollow air, but it carried no warmth, only a strange hollowness that seemed to belong to the town itself. And then, from the corner of Elliot’s eye, he saw it: a smear of shadow against the clear, sunny sky. A lone storm cloud hung low on the horizon, impossibly dark and foreboding. He blinked, trying to shake the image. Surely it was nothing—just an errant fragment of weather. Yet, somehow, he knew that wasn’t true. As the sun dipped lower, the town seemed to shift, its edges blurring with an unnatural haze. The air grew heavier still, pressing down on them like invisible hands. In the growing dusk, Elliot felt the first drop of tension trickle down his spine. Unseen and unsaid, the raincloud on the horizon seemed to take its first breath. Chapter 2: The Storm Appears The air grew thicker as they ventured deeper into the town, their footsteps stirring up motes of dust that hung in the still air like suspended time. The houses here seemed smaller, shrinking into themselves with age, their boarded windows like blind eyes. Elliot couldn’t shake the sense that they were being watched—not by people, but by the town itself. “Do you feel that?” Elliot asked, his voice low, though he didn’t know why he whispered. Sophia glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Feel what?” “This… heaviness. Like the air’s… different,” he said, fumbling for words. Even as he spoke, his pulse quickened, though there was no visible reason for it. Sophia only shrugged. “Maybe you just need a snack or something. Blood sugar.” Elliot forced a weak laugh, but his eyes darted again to the cloud. It was there—closer than before. It loomed low over the western edge of the town, so dark it seemed to devour the sunlight. It wasn’t just a storm cloud, he realized. It was unnatural, its edges too sharply defined, almost like a jagged wound in the fabric of the sky. The wind picked up for the first time since they’d entered the town, tugging at their clothes and hair. Strangely, the cloud didn’t move with it. Instead, it seemed to hover in defiance of nature, as though tethered to them by some invisible thread. “Look at that,” Elliot said, pointing to it. Sophia followed his gaze and frowned. “Weird. The wind’s blowing east, but it’s… hanging there?” Elliot nodded, his throat tightening. “Yeah. It’s like it’s… watching us.” Sophia chuckled nervously. “Okay, now you’re just creeping me out.” But even as she said it, Elliot noticed her step falter slightly. For all her bravado, he could tell the town was starting to get under her skin too. They pressed on, coming to what must have been the main street. Shops with shattered windows and peeling paint lined the road, their signs swinging lazily on rusting hinges. A single lamppost stood at the street's end, and beneath it lay something odd—a small pile of scorched stones, blackened as if struck by lightning. Sophia crouched down to inspect it, brushing her fingers over the surface of one of the stones. The moment she touched it, a low, almost imperceptible hum filled the air. It wasn’t loud, but it seemed to come from everywhere at once, vibrating in their bones. “What the hell was that?” Sophia asked, standing abruptly. Elliot looked around, his skin prickling. “I don’t know. But let’s get out of here.” As they turned to leave, a droplet fell from the sky, landing with a quiet hiss on the ground near Elliot’s foot. Both of them froze, staring as the drop ate into the dirt like acid, leaving a small, bubbling crater. More droplets followed, hitting the ground in a slow, deliberate pattern. The storm cloud had crept closer now, its shadow spreading over the town like a dark stain. “It’s raining,” Sophia whispered, her voice trembling for the first time. “But the sky—it’s not supposed to…” Elliot grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the direction they came from. “We need to go. Now.” But as they ran, the raindrops seemed to follow them, hissing and sizzling wherever they landed. The street behind them began to dissolve, the asphalt warping and curling as if recoiling from the rain. The storm wasn’t just a thing of nature—it was alive. And it was coming for them. Chapter 3: The Manifestation The rain came in brief, acidic bursts, each drop hissing against the ground like tiny, whispered warnings. Elliot and Sophia ran, their breaths ragged, the soles of their boots slipping on the slick, warping pavement. The storm cloud above seemed to swell, growing darker and denser with each passing moment, its shape roiling as if alive. Elliot’s chest ached as he pulled Sophia toward the nearest building—a decaying storefront with its windows shattered inward. They collapsed against the wall, trembling, as the rain continued its relentless assault just outside the crumbling doorway. The air inside was damp and thick with the scent of rot. Sophia pressed a hand to her knee, struggling to catch her breath. "What the hell is happening, Elliot?" Her voice was sharp, but there was a tremor in it that betrayed her fear. "I don’t know," he said, his voice low, barely audible over the distant hum that seemed to emanate from the storm itself. "But it’s not... natural. That thing... it’s—" He cut himself off, unwilling to put words to the growing dread gnawing at the edges of his mind. Sophia turned her gaze to the street outside. The rain had begun pooling in shallow craters, the ground beneath it dissolving into a blackened, viscous slurry. And then she saw it—a flicker of movement within the cloud. She blinked, thinking it a trick of the light, but no. There it was again: a shifting, indistinct form, coalescing and dissipating within the storm’s writhing mass. "Elliot... look." Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely more than a breath. He followed her gaze, his blood running cold. Within the storm, shapes began to emerge—not solid, but hinted at, like phantoms pressing against the veil of reality. The contours of a face formed briefly, cruel and angular, its eyes hollow voids that seemed to pierce straight through him. It dissolved back into the swirling cloud, but its presence lingered, as if etched into his very perception. "We need to keep moving," Elliot said, his voice trembling. "This thing—whatever it is—it’s not going to stop." They ventured deeper into the building, hoping to find another exit that would lead them away from the storm’s shadow. The interior was a graveyard of forgotten lives: overturned furniture, faded photographs, and shelves covered in a thick layer of grime. On the far wall, a mural caught Sophia’s attention. It was crude, painted in long, desperate strokes, but its meaning was unmistakable. It depicted the storm cloud, looming over the town, its rain falling like daggers onto indistinct figures below. Beneath the mural, words were scrawled in jagged, uneven letters: *IT REMEMBERS. IT JUDGES.* "What does that mean?" Sophia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Elliot shook his head, but his gaze was drawn to a rusted filing cabinet shoved against the corner. He pried it open, the metal screeching in protest, and pulled out a brittle stack of papers. The top page was dated decades ago, the ink faded but legible. It appeared to be a report—an account of the town’s final days. The words were chilling. Mentions of sacrifices, a pact to stave off a "great unraveling," and a storm that came as both punishment and reminder. The reports spoke of townsfolk vanishing, their bodies never found, and a warning passed down: “Do not enter. Do not awaken what was bound.” Sophia scanned the page over his shoulder. "So... this thing was called here? By them?" She gestured vaguely at the town around them. "Looks like it," Elliot said, his voice hollow. "Whatever it is, it doesn’t care if we’re not part of their mess. It just... exists. And now we’re part of it." A sudden crash echoed from somewhere outside, followed by a low, guttural rumble that didn’t sound like thunder. Elliot’s stomach churned as the realization hit him: the cloud wasn’t just following them—it was hunting them. And now it was close. As they stumbled back toward the front of the building, the storm surged forward, its shadow swallowing the street. This time, the face in the cloud remained, its features sharper, more defined. A cruel grin twisted across its ephemeral visage, and its hollow eyes flared with a lightless intensity. It was no longer just a storm. It was an entity—aware, deliberate, and filled with malice. Elliot’s legs felt like lead, but he forced himself to move, grabbing Sophia’s arm. "We have to go now!" They burst into the street, the rain sizzling as it landed around them. The face in the cloud followed, a silent specter of judgment, growing larger and more defined with each passing moment. The town seemed to twist and shift in its presence, as though reality itself bent to its will. And through it all, the words from the report echoed in Elliot’s mind: “It remembers. It judges.” Chapter 4: The Chase The rain fell harder now, each drop carving searing craters into the earth. Sophia’s lungs burned as they sprinted down the street, the acidic air scraping at her throat. Elliot was just ahead, his hand clamped around hers, pulling her forward like a lifeline. Every step felt futile, as though they were running in circles, the cloud's malevolent shadow never far behind. “Where are we going?” Sophia shouted over the cacophony of sizzling rain and crumbling stone. “Away!” Elliot yelled back, though the answer felt hollow. The streets all looked the same now—twisted, distorted. Landmarks that should have guided them out seemed to shift and double back on themselves. The town wasn’t just abandoned. It was alive, a labyrinth that refused to let them go. Behind them, the storm surged closer, its dark, roiling form blotting out the sky. The face within the cloud was clearer now, its cruel grin stretching wider, its hollow eyes pulsating with a rhythmic flicker, as though mocking their desperation. It wasn’t following them out of hunger or curiosity. It was hunting them for sport. Elliot’s grip on Sophia’s hand tightened. “In here!” he shouted, veering toward what looked like an old church at the edge of the town square. Its doors hung crooked on their hinges, and its steeple leaned precariously, but it offered shelter—however temporary. They burst through the doors, slamming them shut behind them. The air inside was thick with damp and decay, the wooden pews warped and splintered. Sophia sank onto the floor, her chest heaving, her face streaked with sweat and rainwater. Elliot paced, his hands pressed against his temples. “This isn’t… this isn’t possible,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “Storms don’t… *do* this. Clouds don’t—” “Elliot,” Sophia interrupted, her voice sharp. “This isn’t the time. We need to figure out how to stop it.” He stopped pacing, his eyes wide. “*Stop it?* How do you stop a… a *storm*? Did you see it? It’s not even—” “Elliot!” Sophia snapped, forcing him to focus. “Listen to me. This thing, whatever it is, it’s tied to this place. That face in the cloud, those warnings we saw—they mean something. There has to be a reason this thing exists. We just have to figure out what it is.” Elliot stared at her for a long moment, then nodded reluctantly. “Alright. But where do we start?” Sophia’s eyes swept the room, falling on an old, water-damaged altar at the front of the church. Behind it, etched into the wall, was a faded symbol—a swirling, spiral design surrounded by jagged lines. It was eerily similar to the shape of the storm cloud itself. “Over there,” she said, pointing. They approached the altar cautiously, their footsteps echoing in the empty hall. Sophia ran her fingers over the engraving, tracing its lines. Beneath the symbol was more writing, but it was barely legible, the letters worn away by time. She squinted, trying to make out the words. “‘The binding…’” she read aloud, though the rest of the text was too fragmented to piece together. She turned to Elliot. “Do you think this could be… some kind of seal? Something they used to trap it?” Elliot frowned, his mind racing. “Maybe. The reports we found earlier said something about sacrifices. What if they… I don’t know, summoned this thing and then tried to contain it?” Sophia shuddered at the thought. “And now it’s loose because… we trespassed?” The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, but there was no time to dwell. Outside, the storm roared, the sound reverberating through the walls like a living heartbeat. The face appeared again, pressing against the stained-glass windows, its grin splitting wider. The rain began to seep through the cracks in the walls, sizzling and eating away at the wood. “We have to move,” Elliot said, grabbing Sophia’s arm. “This place won’t hold.” As they scrambled toward the back of the church, they stumbled upon a trapdoor hidden beneath a tattered rug. Elliot pried it open, revealing a narrow set of stone stairs leading downward. Sophia hesitated. “What if it’s worse down there?” Elliot glanced back at the storm, now almost inside the church. “It can’t be worse than *that.*” With no other options, they descended into the darkness, the trapdoor slamming shut above them. The hum of the storm grew fainter, but its presence lingered, an oppressive weight pressing down on them even underground. The stairs led to a cavernous space—part basement, part crypt—its walls lined with more of the spiral symbols. In the center of the room stood an altar, unlike the one above. This one was pristine, untouched by time or decay. Resting on it was an object, small and wrapped in layers of blackened cloth. Sophia stepped closer, her hand trembling as she reached for it. “Wait!” Elliot grabbed her wrist. “What if touching it… I don’t know, *wakes it up*?” Sophia glanced at him, her jaw set. “Elliot, it’s already awake. This might be the only way to put it back to sleep.” She pulled the cloth aside, revealing a stone figurine—a miniature replica of the storm cloud, complete with the cruel face etched into its surface. Beneath it was another inscription: *The price is blood.* The crypt seemed to groan around them, the air growing heavier. Elliot’s mind raced. What did it mean? Was this the key to stopping the storm—or just another piece of its curse? Before they could decide, the trapdoor above shattered, and the first drops of the rain began to fall. Chapter 5: The Realization The rain hissed and sputtered as it seeped into the crypt, devouring the ancient stone like a hungry beast. Elliot and Sophia stood frozen, the figurine between them emanating an almost imperceptible vibration, as though it recognized their presence. The words etched beneath it—The price is blood—hung in the stale air, their meaning as ominous as the storm that loomed above. Sophia’s voice trembled as she finally broke the silence. “What… what do you think it means? Whose blood?” Elliot’s mind reeled, scrambling for answers. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s… symbolic? Like a ritual sacrifice or…” He trailed off, unwilling to finish the thought. Above them, the storm raged, its guttural hum reverberating through the walls of the crypt. The face in the cloud appeared again, leering through the shattered trapdoor, its hollow eyes glowing faintly. It wasn’t just observing them—it was waiting. Sophia gripped the figurine tightly, her knuckles white. “This thing—it has to be the key. The mural, the reports, everything—it all points to this.” She stared into Elliot’s eyes, her resolve hardening. “We have to do something.” Elliot shook his head, panic creeping into his voice. “Do what? We don’t even know what this thing is! For all we know, this figurine could make things worse.” “Worse?” Sophia snapped, her anger laced with fear. “We’re trapped, Elliot. That thing is going to kill us if we don’t try something.” Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, silence enveloped them, save for the distant hiss of rain. Elliot looked at Sophia, really looked at her—the defiance in her eyes, the tremble in her voice. She was terrified, just as he was, but she was right. They had no choice. “Okay,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “But if we’re going to do this, we need to understand what we’re dealing with.” Sophia nodded, her breathing shallow. Together, they turned their attention back to the crypt. Symbols covered the walls, spiraling patterns interspersed with jagged lines and crude depictions of the storm cloud. It all seemed disjointed at first, but as they examined it closer, a story began to emerge. The symbols told of a pact made long ago—a desperate bargain between the town’s founders and a powerful, malevolent entity. The storm was its physical form, a harbinger of its wrath and a reminder of the price of failure. The pact was simple: prosperity in exchange for blood. Every decade, a sacrifice was required to keep the storm dormant. But at some point, the sacrifices had stopped. “They broke the pact,” Sophia murmured, tracing a finger over the symbols. “That’s why it’s here. To punish them.” Elliot frowned, the weight of the truth sinking in. “And now it’s punishing us for stepping into its territory.” Sophia’s gaze fell back to the figurine. “If this is the key… maybe we can use it to bind the storm again.” Elliot hesitated. “But what if the price is—” A deafening crack cut him off as the ceiling began to collapse, chunks of stone crashing to the floor. The storm surged into the crypt, its face filling the space with an unbearable intensity. The temperature dropped, and the air grew so dense that it felt as though the walls themselves were closing in. Sophia clutched the figurine, her eyes blazing with determination. “We don’t have time to think. It’s now or never.” Elliot nodded, his fear giving way to resolve. “What do we do?” Sophia knelt before the altar, placing the figurine back on its pedestal. The storm’s face twisted in fury, its hollow eyes flaring as though it recognized their intent. The crypt seemed to groan under the weight of its anger, the walls quaking as cracks spiderwebbed across the stone. Sophia closed her eyes, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. “We return what was taken.” Without hesitation, she pulled a small pocketknife from her bag and drew it across her palm, the blade biting into her skin. Blood pooled in her hand, dripping onto the figurine. The moment the first drop touched it, the air shifted. The storm’s roar faltered, replaced by a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate through their very bones. Elliot’s heart raced as he watched, unsure whether they were saving themselves—or sealing their doom. Chapter 6: The End and the Unescapable The figurine pulsed with an otherworldly hum, its jagged surface drinking in their blood like parched soil. Elliot’s hands trembled as he gripped the stone, his breaths shallow and labored. Beside him, Sophia pressed her bleeding palm against the altar, her teeth clenched against the pain. Together, their blood pooled and seeped into the grooves of the ancient carvings, igniting the spiral symbols on the walls in a dim, flickering light. The storm above howled, its face contorting in fury as though it could feel their defiance. The walls shook violently, chunks of stone raining down around them. The crypt groaned under the weight of the entity’s rage, but for a fleeting moment, Sophia dared to hope. “It’s working,” she gasped, her voice thin. “It’s—” Her words caught in her throat as the light from the symbols flickered, dimmed, and then vanished entirely. The figurine fell silent, its vibrations ceasing as the blood disappeared into its jagged surface. The crypt went still, an oppressive silence descending like a shroud. For a breathless moment, neither of them moved, their hearts hammering in their chests. Then the storm roared, louder than ever, its face pressing against the shattered trapdoor above. Its hollow eyes blazed with renewed fury, and its twisted grin stretched wider as it surged forward. The ritual had failed. “No,” Sophia whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, no, no!” Elliot slumped against the altar, his skin pale and slick with sweat. Blood dripped from his hand, pooling at his feet. He tried to push himself up, but his legs buckled beneath him. “Sophia…” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “I can’t—I can’t get up.” “Elliot, no!” she cried, dropping to her knees beside him. She grabbed his arm, trying to lift him, but he was too weak. His eyes met hers, and in them, she saw the truth. He wasn’t coming with her. “Go,” he said, his voice trembling but firm. “You have to go. Now.” “No!” she shouted, tears streaming down her face. “I’m not leaving you!” “You don’t have a choice,” he said, his grip on her hand tightening for one brief moment. “Please, Sophia. Run. Don’t let it take you too.” She shook her head, her heart breaking as the storm’s roar grew deafening. Acidic rain began to pour through the cracks in the ceiling, sizzling as it struck the ground around them. She wanted to fight, to stay, but his pleading eyes left her no choice. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she stood. “Go!” Elliot shouted, his voice hoarse. “Run!” Sophia turned and fled, tears blurring her vision as she raced up the crumbling stairs and into the open air. The storm’s roar followed her, its face twisting with triumph as it descended on Elliot. His scream echoed through the town, a sound of pain and defiance that tore through her soul. For a fleeting moment, she thought she had escaped. The rain slowed, the storm seeming to hesitate, its focus locked on Elliot’s final sacrifice. She stumbled into the empty street, gasping for air as sunlight pierced through the clouds. But then the rain came again. Sophia stopped, her chest heaving as she looked up. The storm surged toward her, its face more menacing than ever, its hollow eyes glowing with an insatiable hunger. The first drop struck her shoulder, burning through her jacket and into her skin. She screamed, falling to her knees as the rain intensified, each drop eating away at her being. As the storm consumed her, Sophia’s thoughts raced. She saw Elliot’s face, his voice echoing in her mind. She thought of the town, the warnings they had ignored, the price they had paid. She thought of the ritual, of their blood spilled in vain. And finally, she thought of the storm, its relentless judgment, its cold indifference. In her final moments, she understood. There had never been a way to stop it. The pact was broken, and the storm would never rest. It wasn’t punishment—it was inevitability. A reminder that some forces cannot be bargained with, cannot be defied. The last thing she saw was the storm’s face, watching her with an eerie calm as it claimed her. And then there was only silence. Above, the town stood still, its ruins untouched by time, as though nothing had happened. The storm dissipated, its presence fading into the endless blue sky. But the air lingered heavy, the faint, acrid scent of rain a quiet warning to anyone who might wander too close. And in the stillness, the words carved into the walls echoed in eternity: It remembers. It judges.

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The Eyes Of Rawlurah An Ancestors Secret Past I Audio Book - Ryan Melrose

 

 

THE EYES OF RAWLURAH

SHORT STORY BY RYAN MELROSE

 

AN ANCESTORS SECRET PAST I

 

My father had just died I thought to myself as I left the funeral. Why would I think this to myself? I find those who have lost a loved one may understand there are those moments before a funeral where you think this is all just a dream. You think “Oh I am going to wake up and he’d still be there in his study looking at his old Hieroglyphics he discovered during his days as an archaeologist and professor. As for me I was never interested I had my own ideas wanting to be a policeman. Looking back now I should have listened to my father if I had I may have stopped this journey right here and now before I discovered what it is that I am about to.

It is 2002 and my father has been dead a week the funeral was hard to process. A bunch of people there I never knew people who knew my father professionally. They had come to pay their respects I could not deny them.

I was then approached by an elderly gentleman by the name of Professor Samuel Godwin. He offered his condolences and asked me of my father’s research they were discussing it the same day he died. Hard to believe a man screaming in terror repeating the same gibberish repeatedly before dying of a fatal heart attack and having a sane conversation with a colleague only hours before. If I did not know any better, I would have said he was scared to death. Professor Samuel Godwin asked me if he could have my father’s research. I agreed to let him have it I had no use for it. I did study Archaeology and Dad often told me about his research it seemed very dark according to him. It was enough to scare me away from his line of work.

Mythology, gods that could destroy civilizations gave me nightmares as a child. In the end they were just children stories. As I looked through my father’s research I found that what he was researching was far more terrifying than I thought, for  it was more than just a mere discovery it was connected to my family my Ancestor Jedediah died November 17^th 1866 in an insane asylum he too screamed gibberish and died from a fatal heart attack.

As I continued going through my Dads papers all I could think was how glad I would be to get rid of it why would my father research something involving an ancient relative what was he trying to prove. I then found something, something I have not seen before an old journal by my Ancestor Jedediah. This Journal had everything from when he and his wife Elisabeth settled in a Colorado Mining town in 1862 called Mynaton right between Cheyenne and Arapaho. According to Jedediah it was quite a wealthy town Gold and Silver were mined everyday there was plenty of work to go around it was a beautiful community.

Could you imagine life back then mining for Gold and Silver acquiring real value that never drops and having fires and camp songs every night with a Beer in your hand. Would have been a great life unlike the stressful rushed life in the big cities today working for paper money that loses value every time the governments decide. As I read further, I found the good times were not to last as Mynaton was stuck in the crossfire of the Colorado war in 1864 The Cheyenne Nation and Arapaho Nation were at war.

For the most part Mynaton seemed to stay out of the war until the retaliation of the Sand Creek Massacre of 1864.

In early 1865 Mynaton was attacked by allying Native American tribes the men including Jedediah stayed to defend to buy time for the women and children to escape. A lot of men died that day it was another massacre. Mynaton had nothing to do with what happened at Sand Creek but that did not stop the Native American act out their fury. Of course, did not stop men like Jedediah from fighting for the place he called home or his pregnant wife. If she had not escaped, I never would have been born.

As I read on Jedediah explained how his fellow countrymen were dying like flies sure he had the better weaponry, however the Native Americans had the numbers and a common goal. Soon Jedediah was the last man standing he lured the Native Americans into the mountain mine where a trap was set should the Mine fall into the hands of a hostile enemy. As they followed my Ancestor in, Jedediah lit a fuse blew the whole mine and those Native Americans to kingdom come his words not mine.

He too was trapped but alive. The next thing he remembered was being in a tunnel with water running along it. The tunnel was not something he or the other towns people had mined he looked up found a big hole in the ceiling most likely where he came from he began walking it there seemed to be a faint light source. Not very bright in the distance but enough that Jedediah could see. He had found some Hieroglyphics I guess when he was found he had managed to scribble some I recognised them for my father had photographs of the same Hieroglyphics in his research. Could it be he went to Mynaton and found that tunnel he never said anything.

I had to read on. These are his words.

As I walked down this mysterious tunnel, I realized this may have been here for centuries the texture was smooth crafted by a master craftsman I believe this will stand until the end of time. Still I feared I should not be there. I felt fear the darkness around me it is overwhelming I think I would rather be fighting Indians then have been trapped in that place. After the things I saw next, I can tell you I was right. Forget what these doctors try to tell me I saw what I saw down there those moments are as real as my final moments now. I will not be able to hold back the horror of what I saw much longer now soon it will overcome me and my life will end. My only hope is that my story will warn someone before someone else goes looking for it. I kept walking the tunnel the further I walked it was like a living presence was all around watching me as I looked around, I was all alone. I cannot tell you how long I was down there wandering could have been weeks for all I knew.

Suddenly I heard something a voice at first, I was relieved I thought maybe someone else was down here they could show me the way home. However, the more I heard the voice the more it terrified me I couldn’t understand the words “hshstsg cavalhaha Rawlurah tjeih” It was all I kept hearing “hshtsg cavalhaha Rawlurah tjeih” Even the voice didn’t sound right it was fowl just like the energy in the air. I did not want to go on why I went on I cannot say for sure I do not know if it was by my will or by the will of someone or something else.

I then found myself what looked to be another world a dark world beyond the tunnel a civilization hidden under our world. I could hardly comprehend it I honestly thought I had died and gone to Hell it was dark and terrifying but interesting I began moving about the city. The buildings were old like the Mayan Civilisation but not quite the same. As I ventured further l heard that same voice again repeating that very same chant.

“hshtsg cavalhaha Rawlurah tjeih”

This time it was much louder I looked around my gun drawn I looked up above I could not see any rock what I saw terrified me more a night sky and a Moon. Am I out of the cave or have I truly ventured into another world?

At that moment I accepted the truth I was going to die in this place there was no going home. This was the price I would have to pay for the men and women I killed today. Suited me fine knowing my wife and soon to be born child would survive. First time I smiled in days I decided to enjoy the moment I sat by lighted Lamp and smoked my last Cigarettes. Suddenly I was startled by a figure in the distance it was pitch black and wavy I open fired it looked like the bullet passed through it. It seemed to fly away into the darkness once it came.

 

Suddenly an agonising pain came over me from my ears it was that voice again but louder could make anyone deaf. I crunched up like a bug and covering my ears as hard as I could I then came to a terrifying realisation. I could still hear that voice loud and clear even with the hands covering my ears it was then I realised that voice was in my mind tormenting me WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME I YELLED.

Suddenly I hear a loud screech sound like the ones my mother use to say came from scary monsters in the stories she used to tell me as a kid. I got to my feet and some sort of monster was running at me. It had like a bat face long hair a pale human body it almost glowed in the dark all I could do was shoot at it I fired two shots and killed the creature. At least I think I did I was running in the other direction. The place was hard to make out in the darkness even with the torch I took from what looked to be catacombs.

I followed it through there was nowhere else to go I saw what looked to be human skeletons. Either that or maybe that creature may have been human once this might be what happens to humans if they are down here too long. I had no time to question I just kept running hoping to finally reach the end of this journey.

Eventually I made it to the other side. I could see more of this world, more of this Ancient looking city I could see what looked like mountains stretching all over you cannot see the end. I decided to go for it I would follow the Mountain path and take my chances out maybe I will find another tunnel leading me home.

I walked cautiously but did not see any more creatures. I did not understand this was the opening I would have thought there would have been creatures lying in wait. Or maybe the creatures in the city if they were once human like me never made it this far. This place is like a maze. Still I felt that something was guiding me to this place guiding me to wherever I am going now. The Higher I climbed only seeing more mountain and that almost pitch-black sky. I began to wonder if there was any end to it.

Still I pushed forward even though I wanted to drop something kept me going. If I only knew what that something was, I may have turned back and let those humanoid Bat head creatures eat me alive. For What happened next would change me forever as I came across a structure at the top of the Mountain It was like an ancient Shrine I walked through to the outside Balcony.

I could not see anything just the moon on a dark sky reflecting above a black seemingly endless motionless Ocean. I stared out for a while I could not believe I was trapped in this god forsaken world.

Suddenly I fell to my knees again that voice that pure evil voice entered my head again chanting this time saying words I just can’t pronounce.

“Chtgkay chtgkay Rawlurah jedjjhtaa” Chtgkay chtgkay Rawlurah jedjjhtaa

Repeatedly I heard this every time faster and faster it was maddening. Then the moon faded away into darkness like an eye slowly closing. I felt a chill which was weird cause there was no wind. I saw what seemed to be a storm cloud. I was terrified it was moving fast and getting bigger the cloud seemed to be touching the water I could hear what sounded like movement in the water something big huge. As the cloud got closer, I soon realised this was no cloud it was a monster I saw it’s legs they were like a Spiders and there were four It had a human like Body and a Lions mane hair. Its face I was the stuff of nightmares bright leering eyes huge fangs a Y shaped mark down the left side of the face. I Was frozen stiff with fear as I stared at this entity of darkness, it stared back at me for what seemed to be an eternity. Suddenly It came for me charged at me I could not do anything I could not even scream I was so terrified I blacked out.

When I finally came to, I was in a town emergency ward. Apparently, I was found atop of the rubble closing off the Mine entrance from the explosion I caused.

Now that you know my tale I must remind you whether your my future descendant or someone who finds this journal I must ask don’t go looking for that tunnel or the creature I have come to know as Rawlurah.

 

THE TALE OF PROFESSOR RODRIC HILLENDALE II

 

 

I closed the Journal I thought the whole thing was completely insane I mean a secret world hidden beneath a Mining town. However, on some level I believed him and knowing my father Professor Rodric Hillendale believed him also. I wonder how he came to possess this Journal a hand me down maybe, or did he find it while helping Grandma clean out the Attic of their small Cottage home in Carmine Texas. Most likely the second explanation, I know if Grandma had read Jedediah’s journal she would have thrown it in the fire saying it was such filth. It would not surprise me if this is what got my father into my exploration and Archaeology.

I must admit after reading Jedediah’s tale I am almost tempted to go find the Mynaton Mine myself not only to confirm my Ancestor and my father’s findings so I could maybe prove they’re not crazy. Afterall if something mysterious caused the deaths of two of your family members would you not want to know the truth behind it. Even if it is horrifying.

I found myself looking further into my fathers notes I was now curious I found more writings and scribbles and theories including a sketch he did of the Gigantic creature. Terrifying just looking at that I could not imagine the terror of looking at that thing for real. This was the mighty Rawlurah. Even though just a drawing I could feel the energy my father sketched like a piece of that terror attached to the drawing feeding some hidden desire to see this thing for myself not in a drawing or my nightmares.

Still somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered why my father’s colleagues would be interested in this. My father was a serious Archaeologist he had uncovered treasures of Ancient Egypt, helped uncover the wonders of the Mayans he was a well-respected man of his field.

This search for Rawlurah seemed to be nothing more than a family obsession. I would say that I too am becoming obsessed, well maybe I am. The more I went through my father’s research the more I realised I have seen most of it while I was still a child. He must have been young when he went on his journey. I soon uncovered something my father’s own journal. Perhaps this would tell me what I need to know.  Whether or not my father really did venture into that mine, or whether he found those hieroglyphs somewhere else.

My assumption was confirmed as I began reading. His journey began August 12^th, 1980 about 6 months before I was born.

 

Dear Log todays the day I finally begin my search for the old Mynaton Mine, my wife Lu is worried for me says this could be dangerous no team or special equipment. But this is something I had to do no fame no fortune no glory. I had study every ounce of my Great Grandfather Jedediah Hillendale’s Journal since I found it when I was ten years old all the explorations, the Digs everything I’ve done until now was in preparation for this journey I always knew I would have to take. Is it possible I am just blindly listening to the rambles of a dying lunatic?

Yes maybe, still something deep inside me is telling me there is more to this story either way I will discover the truth to all this. My great Grandfather died young insane and alone when he should have been honoured as a hero who saved his family and possibly has made the most important discovery in history.

This will not go like it did when my Great Grandfather found that world, I have had training in exploration I am armed, I have a Camera and I am not alone. I got a local of the town with me his name is Edgar McCormick he is an interesting person doesn’t say much I’m afraid I was surprised when he volunteered to come with me. I expressed to him there was no money or fame in this, and this could be extremely dangerous. Still he expressed enthusiasm and joined me. The town was no longer known as Mynaton it has renamed Stonneville and built into a suburban town. You’d hardly know it was the same town that’s progress I suppose. We were put up in a Motel the Mynaton Inn the only building that still looks like something built from that era. It used to be the Town Hall but has been renovated into a Motel Quite clever I thought.

Needless to say, I was happy just being here. When nightfall arrived, we headed to what was named the Stonneville Parklands. Edgar showed me the way to the old Mine still perfectly preserved. Let me tell you that was a site some of the old mining equipment still there the Mine still sealed shut. That was a problem I almost thought my journey had end before it began.

Edgar obviously could tell I was a little disappointed for told me to relax there’s another way in. We moved through some heavy bush until we came at another tunnel. On the far-left side of the Mountain. As I stared, I couldn’t see anything but darkness I could already feel something overwhelming like something was watching me. I looked around and saw no one was around just me and Edgar. Part of me started to think perhaps this is a bad idea maybe I should turn back and heed my great Grandfathers warning. I could have turned back nothing would have stopped me could just tell Edgar we can pick this up in the morning.

But I didn’t say anything as scared as I was going in the urge to venture in was just too great.

Edgar walked in first I hesitated when I heard what sounded to me like chanting it was too hard to make out all I felt was creeped out and mesmerised. I wanted to turn back but every time I told my mind to leave my body ventured further in this tunnel.

The Tunnel itself wasn’t special obviously man had dug it perhaps people were curious about the contents or teenagers trying to find a place to smoke their Cigarettes in peace. Or perhaps something called them here just like me and my great Grandfather. With our flashlights out we could see where we were going. We eventually found some railing tracks we had found the mine. We looked around for a while trying to find the path to the Ancient tunnel described by Jedediah. I found an old mining cart that had a Lantern inside lucky I had my lighter because the Lantern was still in working order. That was good that meant I could preserve power in the flashlight.

I went to tell Edgar; However, I had lost track of him had he wandered off or chickened out. I wouldn’t blame him if he had chickened out because what was in this Mine would make any sane person run. So, what does that say about me?

The Mine was full of Skeletons quite possibly from the Native Americans attack on this Mine. I chose to keep moving forward As I moved along the Mining tunnels, I began hearing that chanting again it wasn’t what my great Grandfather had described in his journal. No sounded like a bunch of voices chanting the same thing.

I decided to follow that sound as it got louder, I knew I was on the right path somehow some way I knew this would take me where I was going.

What they were saying I couldn’t understand it’s no dialect I’ve ever heard. Eventually I found a big pit and some surrounding Hieroglyphics I took some pictures quickly I saw some that resembled the ones referenced in Jedediah’s Journal including one of the Monster he described as Rawlurah. perhaps this really was the pit that swallowed up Jedediah. I couldn’t see the bottom only blackness. I just knew in my heart this was the right pit. I could hear the chanting was coming from down there louder clearer and creepier. Sounded like an army down there. I placed my camera down and examined the pit closer trying to make out the words to this chant or incantation.

“hsgtsg Cavalhaha Rawlurah tjeih”

Before I could think about what I was going to do next felt a sudden throbbing pain across the back of my head and slipped into unconsciousness. In a dark place like this kind of felt like being consumed.

I woke up I’m not sure how long I was out my Watch was gone along with my flashlight and side arm. As for my camera I left it up there Hopefully they’ll stay preserved so I can once and for all prove Jedediah was right, that this City does exist, and so do the monsters that inhabit it. So I soldiered on, not that I had a choice as I moved along I could tell this was the same Tunnel Jedediah found himself in the architecture was truly amazing, and the Hieroglyphs honestly an Archaeologists dream this truly was the discovery of a lifetime, but at the same time the discovery comes with a terrifying realization.

My great grandfather was right he wasn’t insane if the tunnel is real so is the city and that means so is the monster he saw. I wish I could turn back It was already too late not even Jedediah could turn back. All I could do was keep moving forward.

Suddenly I heard a different voice. A voice more fowl like a demon in one of those horror movies. This must be the voice Jedediah described the voice of Rawlurah.

“gjvidk cghurliv Rawlurah jinunkik gjkgfs”

I also remembered what Jedediah said in his journal that Rawlurah’s voice exists in the mind. Trying to block out the sound by covering my ears is useless. I thought I’d be better prepared for it, but I was wrong.

The voice of Rawlurah is insane and those words no human could comprehend them.

Eventually I came across the end of the Tunnel to the Ancient city it was crazy seeing this for myself.

Everything Jedediah said was true. I wish at the time I could have enjoyed the significance of that. However, the overwhelming darkness that feeling of dread in the air like evil itself came down on me like a ton of bricks.

The more I ventured into the city the worse it got. Those creepy mountains that almost pitch-black sky that moon. Reading a description is nothing compared to the real experience of being here seeing it for yourself. Suddenly I heard a screeching noise and was encountered by the creatures that live here the bat faced humanoids I’m not sure how many of them they were I was terrified beyond the need of rational thought. The only thing I could think was to tear off a bit of my shirt sleeve wrap it around a stick lighting it with a city fire. I waved it around to my surprise I was able to scare most of them off they don’t like the fire.

The last remaining creature I incinerated when the torch set fire to him. It was almost unbearable to witness and that final agonising scream it gave, like nails on a chalk board my ears bled. All I could think to do now was keep moving through the place was like a maze I had no idea where I was going. I found myself walking down what looked like to be a street surrounded by these Ancient looking buildings. I wasn’t alone no matter where I went, I felt like I was being watched the reality was danger could be lurking behind every corner. I don’t think this is the road Jedediah took, I saw no sign of those Catacombs.

I heard a faint sound in the distance the more I moved towards the centre of this Ancient city the more I realized it was that chanting. I followed it until I came to a long stretch no more buildings just a long stone floor. I stepped on it and began walking I was determined to make it through no matter what, to see this through to the bitter end. What exactly is Rawlurah what is this place?

I must have these answers.

 

The floor stretched to another part of the city. I soon saw something closing in the distance as I walked. The closer I got I realised It was a statue.  A statue of something I recognised. A Giant Monster overlooking a Shrine. The Lion mane hair the four Spider like legs the pitch-black face with the Y mark the human like body those countless tails.

I was mesmerised by the statue of Rawlurah it had some form of writing on the shrine I can’t make it out. Suddenly something came over me like something took my mind and I said these words to this day still terrifies me.

Rawlurah devourer of moons the oncoming darkness god of fear. Those mortals he gazes upon shall be overcome by unspeakable fear and horror for all eternity through their fear his darkness will spread upon his return the World will be dead.

I finally had control of myself again I was terrified I wanted to get out of here I don’t care how. My wife was right I never should have come I should have stayed with her. I wasn’t just terrified of this place or of risking the wrath of Rawlurah. I was afraid I’d never see my beautiful wife ever again and our soon to be born child and if I weren’t careful, I could doom the Earth and destroy everything.

I was a little dazed from the experience of the Rawlurah translation as I came to, I suddenly realised I was surrounded by a bunch of people in cloaks. They grabbed me and moved me up. No matter how much I struggled I couldn’t get free, but I realised where they were taking me up the mountain to the Shrine. The same Shrine Jedediah encountered the creature.

They dragged me to the centre of the Shrine and forced me to my knees then I suddenly heard a familiar voice telling them not to be so rough with me.

The cloaked man in front of me unveiled his hood. I was shocked it was Edgar. It was he who knocked me over the head and revealed to me he was the leader of the Cult of Cavalhaha and I would be the vessel of Rawlurah to cross over to our world and rise again. First, they would have to cut out my soul for Rawlurah to claim my vessel as his own.

All I could think about was defending my family defending my world Rawlurah would not have them. I fought back and got free as I did. I felt something come upon me something trying to stop me. It was Rawlurah himself screaming into my head. I could barely stand. I was fighting with all my will to resist his but how do you fight off the will of a god. I saw the dark Ocean. And Suddenly the moon was engulphed by darkness just like Jedediah described.

Rawlurah was coming. The cult of Cavalhaha were closing in on me. All I could think to do was climb on the ledge of the Shrine and jump in the Ocean.

Before I jumped Rawlurah appeared before me like an emerging dark cloud. He gazed upon me and I screamed. With my last act before I was paralysed by fear I took a leap of faith off the shrine into the dark Ocean.

Once entered I tried swimming back to the surface, but I couldn’t I was kept down by something I felt the life slipping from me in this pitch-black abyss. That was just fine by me if I died like this Rawlurah couldn’t use my vessel to bring about everlasting fear to my world.

The next thing I knew I woke up outside the mine my camera with me and I got up and ran. I would return home as fast as I could and spend how many sane moments I had left with my growing family.

Rawlurah had gazed upon me for a short second so sooner or later I will succumb to the fear and terror I experienced and suffer the same fate as Jedediah not a question of if but when. Until then I would live the rest of my life with my family and be grateful for every moment It’s funny I both wish I heeded great Grandfathers warning but also glad I could confirm his story.

My father Rodric Hillendale did venture there and according to his notes he did venture into that Mine that much is confirmed. Still no photographs of the creature itself or the city of Cavalhaha is still not enough to prove the existence of Rawlurah. This drawing of the beast and the city impressive as it is. It’s still not proof. According to my father he never told anyone of his research. So how could an alleged Colleague of his know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE RAWLURAH SICKNESS III

Now we come to my story my name is Erin Hillendale Professor Rodric Hillendale is my father this is the story on how I found the last pieces to the Rawlurah puzzle. As I began the next day the 5^th of April 2002 processing everything, I read in Jedediah’s Journal and my father’s research Journal. I began to suspect that maybe some of those people at the funeral may not have been who they had claimed to be. I am a detective I am trained to think and theorize on suspicious activity. That man at the funeral just reeks of it I decided to make some calls to make enquiries about the man claiming to be a Professor Samuel Godwin.

Just as I suspected there is no such professor with that name. This only left me with more questions so who was this man? And what was he doing at my father’s funeral? And what does he want with my father’s research?

At this point I couldn’t think too well, so I decided to step out for a snack. I’ve hardly eaten since the funeral. I went to my favourite burger joint just down the street a nice fat juicy burger and a thick shake would be just the thing. As I sat down to enjoy the meal my mind was still racing with thoughts Rawlurah, the city of Cavalhaha the cult of Cavalhaha how does it all fit. Those Bat humanoid creatures how do they fit into this.

The behaviour of those creatures doesn’t make sense to me they lurk in the city of Cavalhaha and tend to attack anyone who ventures through it. If they serve Rawlurah I would think they would leave us alone in hopes we release they’re dark master. Or maybe it’s something else. I’m afraid I’m going to have to go down there myself. Both professional and personal reasons.

If there is a cult residing at Stonneville Colorado committing illegal activities like murder or unleashing Armageddon, then it’s my duty as a detective and officer to put a stop to this.

Oh, what am I thinking am I insane if I go down there, I won’t come back, or I’ll suffer the same fate as my father and Jedediah? I will become infected by the Rawlurah sickness.

The thought of it made me lose my appetite still $30 a burger and thick shake damn right I finished.

As I walk back up the street to my father’s home, I noticed something a 1990 Black Cadillac parked across the road I saw it there before I left for my meal and I’m pretty sure It was there before I arrived this morning. I could see two individuals inside, with the tinted windows I could not make out their Identities. I decided to test their reactions and moved towards them as I did, they drove off. I took their number plates. Turns out they were fake no way to identify the driver.

This made me begin to suspect that somehow someway I’ve stumbled onto something big and dangerous something my father helped cause.

If the Cult of Cavalhaha wanted to sacrifice my father, it’s possible they would come after me. I had made my decision I am putting an end to this one way or another Rawlurah, The Cult of Cavalhaha I’ll take them all down even If I must go down with them.

As I said those words to myself a thought occurred to me that this really is a sickness even hearing the legend, the name Rawlurah is enough to draw in the energy and fear that could bring about his return and the eternity of fear that will doom humanity and the planet.

It truly is The Rawlurah sickness it spreads like a plague everyone who hears about it wants to seek out its truth. Jedediah kept his journal and was overcame with fear speaking in Rawlurah’s tongue he may have infected dozens with that talk. Then my father found the journal and went after the beast. He told me about it as a bedtime story showed me Hieroglyphs and left me his research. It didn’t matter if my father had been sacrificed that night, he encountered Rawlurah.

The evil of Rawlurah had begun to spread the moment he let Jedediah and my father go, and they told their tale. Well not anymore, this tale will never reach another soul. As I entered my fathers’ home for the final time. I grabbed the emergency oil can and began dousing everything with Rawlurah’s foul hand print every message every reference, footnote all of it. My dad and Jedediahs journals all of it. I set it all to alight and watched it burn not one intact piece of paper.

I had considered staying in the house and burn with it, it’s all tainted with Rawlurah’s presence. Deep down I knew I could not end it that easy not as long as people could get inside the Mine and become infected by Rawlurah’s will. I now knew what I had to do, I have to destroy that mine and seal our world from Rawlurah forever.

I left for Stonneville Colorado. I was almost there when I felt something come over me an evil inhuman voice screaming in my mind causing unbearable pain it was him. It was Rawlurah his will is stronger than I imagined how much has his influence spread to think he has a foot in our door. I remember looking at a cloud I thought looked like Rawlurah’s face. Has his power already begun to affect me? It was too much I passed out and went off the road nearly took out a young lady walking on the sidewalk. Luckily no one was hurt myself included.

I must have been out of it for hours it was night fall when I came too. I woke up on a Couch in the home of that lady I almost hit. She drove my car to her home and kept an eye on me. She was a nice lady and she was beautiful like an Angel her name was Mary she served me a cup of tea and some dinner. I asked her if I was close to Stonneville. She told me I was only three miles away and told me I could resume my journey in the morning. I tried to insist upon leaving but Mary wouldn’t have it and insisted stay the night and rest.

The time seemed to go on forever as I lay on the couch staring at the Ceiling unable to fall asleep. Focused on the horrors that was just ahead of me. I was broken out of my thoughts by a sudden beautiful sound. It was Mary playing the piano. I never heard this melody before, but it was incredibly beautiful. I got to my feet and found her in an upstairs room playing. She turned to see me and smiled and invited me to sit with her. I sat there listening to her play what seemed like an eternity a moment stuck in time. Like a beautiful memory you play in your head over and over.

I felt blessed to be in this moment in time I was bathed in the light the light of our world. Gave me perspective a reminder to why I can’t allow Rawlurah to possess this world.

Mary then invited me to play. I was no good sounded like I was thumping the keys then Mary took my hand and guided me into playing a melody. Her melody as my hand struck the keys feeling her hand atop of mine how could I not remember the melody. As she took her hand away, I was playing the melody on my own It was a truly beautiful experience. She began playing another part that blended with the melody I was playing perfectly we spent hours playing together.

Suddenly she gently guided my face to her, and we kissed my first kiss. She whispered for me to follow her to her bedroom that night for the first time I truly experienced love to love and to be loved back.

I stared at her face for almost an hour after she fell asleep after that it was time to go. I kissed her on her forehead and left her home. I found some useful things I could use to build explosives around her Barn. Being a detective, you’d be surprised what you pick up when arresting psychos.

I decided to walk the rest of the way didn’t want to drag too much attention to myself. I eventually made it to Stonneville and walked through the Parklands and found the Mine.

Didn’t need a map had it all up here in my head. Before I entered the Mine, I had one final look around and thought, deep down I knew this was a suicide mission. I will enter the mine and blow the entrance permanently trapping myself, The Cult of Cavalhaha everyone who knows about Rawlurah in here forever. Flashlight and my service revolver drawn I enter.

Unlike my father I always check my corners. The Cult was in there waiting for me as I suspected. They tried to set an ambush for me, I opened fired and got clear as they came at me thinking they were luring me to that pit. Wrong I was luring them I was the bait and they fell for it.

I threw a homemade grenade towards the ceiling of the mine it exploded causing a cave in I buried the fuckers and sealed the Mine off from the world for good.

As for me you guessed it, I jumped in the pit the first and last of my family to go through it conscious. It’s not a hole at all it’s a portal that’s why my dad and Jedediah survived it was like a step.

I ventured through the ancient tunnel, was I fascinated a little, but I was more focused on my mission. I soon came across the Ancient city of Cavalhaha It’s a shame mankind will never know it was here. I began to wander into this city it was truly fascinating seeing all this old architecture. The city of Cavalhaha was truly a magnificent site to behold. Still too creepy for my taste bet the Addams family would be right at home here.

I soon began hearing what my father described in his journal as the Cult chanting

“hshtsg Cavalhaha Rawlurah tjei”

 

I soon heard that terrible screeching roar it was those batty ghoul creatures. I pointed my gun at them and opened fire I emptied all my clips on them. I began to run and found cover in a nearby tunnel. I kept quiet I didn’t want to be found.

Figured I’d wait it out until the Batghouls went home. I soon found something on the wall of this tunnel something that puts everything together the last piece of the puzzle. A Hieroglyph that tells the story of this city. Someone wanted to tell me what happened to this city.

As I examined, I couldn’t believe the story it told Cavalhaha was a human city. It was beautiful and prosperous a gem in the galaxy. This literally is another world another planet hidden in the shadow of ours. One day a meteorite had hit it landed right in the Ocean. The Meteorite contained something a dark cloud had emerged from the meteorite blanketing the whole world. The people of this city were terrified as the cloud got bigger. Then the moon was devoured and Rawlurah appeared and this world was thrown into an era of eternal fear, And the humans changed into those creatures the Batghouls.

Suddenly it all made sense They never go to the Ocean cause they’re afraid of Rawlurah. When they attacked the human trespassers from our world, they weren’t helping Rawlurah they were trying to stop him.

Stop him from claiming another world

I soon continued my journey heading to the Shrine. As I left the tunnel, I dropped to my knees in agony Rawlurah was attacking my mind again screaming words no man could comprehend somehow, I know he was angry.

“kjfdva hjgtyreu driedtj driedtj kifradra kifradra Rawlurah pjudjk”

“Yeah lets spent eternity together you bastard” is all I could think to say to that son of a bitch.

It was hard to keep my eyes open that pain in my head was very intense having Rawlurah’s voice in it. I felt like my head would burst into flames.

I was determined I got to my feet I’m not leaving until I Take out every one of the Cult of Cavalhaha. You hear me Rawlurah no one will be left to spread your legend I am the last.

As I charged up the stairs to the Shrine atop of the mountains, I saw a man in a hooded cloak another of the Cult of Cavalhaha.

“At last you made it” the voice sounded familiar I know I’ve heard it before. “Here you are Erin, at the moment of truth.” He unveiled his hood to me it was the man from the funeral the man who claimed to be a Professor Samuel Godwin.

“I knew it you’re not a professor at all Samuel, or should I call you Edgar McCormick am I right?”

“Aren’t you the clever one not unlike your father didn’t suspect a thing when I lured him down here all those years ago, I see you to are a seeker of truth being a police detective, so tell me do you know the truth?”

“I know everything Edgar you’re God will destroy our world everything we ever loved and for what?” I remember Edgar laughing at me like I had just made a joke.

“Yes, Erin Our lord and Master Rawlurah will destroy our world and in its place will rise a better one a world where we can live for all eternity. No wars no high and mighty mortals in political offices who think they’re qualified to rule.

“Live as one of those creatures you mean! I saw the Hieroglyphs in the Catacombs your God destroyed them Edgar, You’re God invaded this world just like it intends to invade ours which makes you a traitor.”

I charged at Edgar and was ready to attack before I could throw my fist punch Rawlurah attacked my mind again with his evil voice echoing in my head. What Edgar said next, I’ll never forget. For it was the last thing anyone would ever say to me

 

“Our Lord and Master had been planning this for over a century now ever since your great great grandfather set eyes on him our world was doomed, you see it never mattered if you blew up the Mine sealed off the portals kill every single one of my brothers and sisters of Cavalhaha,” The legend of Rawlurah has been spread all over.”

 

At that moment more members of the cult appeared at the Shrine surrounding me. Every one of them unveiling their cloaks. A lot of which I recognised. The bald middle-aged gentleman was in the newspaper clipping the doctor who declared Jedediah insane. Another was a well-known Hollywood art director he did a lot of monster and horror movies, The woman next to him a former news Anchor. Suddenly the Cavalhaha moon disappeared and the huge cloud. Rawlurah was coming. He glanced directly at me I couldn’t look away the Cult members were making me stare.

 Oh no Oh god I’ve made a terrible mistake. As I stared into the eyes of a god it was all made clear. There was no way in stopping this all I’ve done is brought the portal to my world to him. A portal passed on from DNA from Jedediah all the way down to my father and then me. Every time we came here, to the city of Cavalhaha we made him stronger. We made Rawlurah stronger everyone we told spread his legend. Then they spread the legend until Rawlurah got into the hearts and minds of every living person on Earth.

Oh god my family destroyed the world.

As Rawlurah the god of fear devourer of moons stared at me I passed out.

When I awoke I was back outside the Mine it was dawn I had no idea how long it would be until Rawlurah crossed over to our world could be any moment so I decided I’d spend my last moments with Mary the only good thing in my life.

When I finally returned to her house, she was outside watering her garden. She turned and saw me there and ran to me. We held each other and kissed. She looked at me like she was going to say something then suddenly she started screaming and I hear what sounded like mass terror in the distance and the voice of Rawlurah.

“hshtsg cavalhaha Rawlurah tsjei”

It wasn’t just in my head it was in every one’s head everyone around the world. Mary fell to the ground in agonising pain screaming I couldn’t get through to her. Her neighbours also screaming

I’m sorry Mary I’m so sorry.

at that moment, a dark cloud descended upon the Earth covering up the Sun darkening the world. The cloud touched the ground, giant spider like legs moving within the Cloud. A lions Mane Pitch black face with Y Shape mark down the left side of his face. Rawlurah had appeared he has claimed our world.

The fear didn’t affect me right away Rawlurah wanted me to suffer made me witness as Mary screamed herself to death in front of me,

I was left to watch the creation of Rawlurah’s new world.

I am sorry humanity I am so sorry, my family and I brought this evil here I can only hope when our lord and master Rawlurah grows tired of our world, the next will stay away

 

The end