A New Girl for Nyarlathotep
by Shannon Barber
Her voice is smooth and she speaks slowly and carefully. I want to look away but can’t. Her big black eyes have me. I try to speak and fail, fidget with my drink.
“I don’t offer empty handed.”
Her smile is wide and white, her teeth gleam against her dark lips. She leans forward and strokes my cheek with soft long fingers.
“I know the darkness you seek. The blackness you try to create in your body. I know that in your dreams you hear them, you know the dreams of the Old Gods.”
Her head tips back and she laughs, the noise is grating and enormous. Everything around us drops away to nothing, now that the darkness is revealed to me, the darkness I know I was born from. Nothing else can matter in the grip of the Old Gods.
She leaves me there, screaming.
“Dead and dreaming dead and dreaming dead and dreaming dead and dreaming…”
I am not her first. I will not be her last.
I will be hers, I will follow her into the darkness. I will ride her thousand forms and live in her crawling chaos.
Dead and dreaming, dead and dreaming…
I will be back tomorrow talking about why this little thing is special to me and my relationship with Lovecraft.