The Defiler; A Cthulhu Mythos Tale E-Book

Austin Robinson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

An avid book reader discovers that sometimes, some books need not be read.

Inspired by the Cthulhu Mythos.

"Many of the books were from far lands written in languages unpronounceable to my native tongue. They had bizarre writings accompanying descriptions of gods of old and where they once trekked."

Leseprobe

Austin Robinson

The Defiler; A Cthulhu Mythos Tale

Defiler

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Defiler

I haven't the faintest idea how I ended up getting into this position, but I am forever grateful that I managed to escape it. Ever since I was a child, I was an avid reader. I read just about anything: newspapers; comic books; obituaries, you name it. I'm certain that you had the same feelings I had. Of reading whatever you could get your grubby hands-on, you find yourself in a bind.

Craving more knowledge, I am assured that you would've done anything to satiate your hunger. As you can imagine, my love for reading was my greatest asset. I was consistently at the top of my class from elementary, to high school, to attend a four year university. I received lavish praise from all my superiors and received prestigious awards for my years dedicated to learning. Eventually, I settled down and obtained a position at a library in my own hometown where I would often find myself distributing the rarest books and keeping them in perfect mint condition. 

Many of the books were from far lands written in languages unpronounceable to my native tongue. They had bizarre writings accompanying descriptions of gods of old and where they once trekked. It took time, but I had completely read every book that was temporarily loaned and I wanted more. To explain it in a way you would understand, books were my addiction; if for instance I was reading a series of books, after I would finish one, I would more than love reading the next volume in the series.

I could not wean this feeling of urgency: I had a hunger that I had to have my fix. Books; newspapers; pamphlets, it did not matter. I had to further indulge in my love of reading, but how? I had just about read everything in the library and I was somewhat indifferent towards reading anything from any of the stores in my town. 

I thought about it more, and for a reason I do not understand, my mind drifted to a neighboring town. I allowed myself to think about it more. Yes; another town. They did have a few more bookstores there perhaps some that I did not know about. So without much ado, I explained to my employer my plans of taking a leave for the weekend, and while he was confused by my announcement -- even taking it  to mean that I was intending on leaving for another source of employment and this was my parting words -- he accepted it and pulled another employee to the side to explain the change in the schedule. I couldn't hear what they were saying but from my co-worker's eyeing me, I could tell that he was displeased with having to work on that weekend. I pitied him a bit, but I was pleased with myself and I started to plan for the weekend.

I arrived to the neighboring town on Saturday and went to the nearest bookstore available and I immediately began my pursuit. I went to a section of the bookstore and mindlessly scooped some up and read them. But they were not getting much of an impression from me. The more I skimmed through the pages and read their contents, they were not inciting some provoking within me. What was I to do? I had read about four books already and I was not getting my fix. I needed something more. Something maybe challenging?