Haunter

Robert Blake was found dead in his apartment
Struck by lightning filed the authorities
But to damage to the building was found!

They found his diary, filled with
Knowledge of a church in Providence
And a demonic entity living within! …

A few days earlier, Blake was drawn to the church on the hill
He has heard stories of cults worshiping dark spirits there, he must know!
Driven by his itch he makes his way down town to investigate, this mysterious place.
As he gets closer, he sees the streets getting less and less dense, they are now empty.

He arrives at the church, enters the dark basement
Through a slightly cracked window.
Discovered are strange religious symbols scattered throughout.
He makes his way to the base of the steeple on the first floor.

What he finds, is a dark redstone suspended in an open box
It entraps his gaze! And shows him images of space and time,
Far beyond his intellect!

Startled by a sudden sound from behind him,
He whips around to see a human skeleton
Disrupted by a rats attempt to escape the room,
His heart skips in shock.

The corpse seems to be charred as if it was burned
and some parts melted off!
Found on the corpse was a file about a man who found
The “Starry Wisdom Church”… Enoch Bowen!

This man Bowen was a renown occultist and archeologist!
Who brought the dark stone back from Egypt

Blake takes the file, closes the box
And exists the church the same way
That he came!

Once home he digs through the file only to learn
One gaze into the Trapezohedron
Will awake the Haunter of the Dark!

But the lights of the town will keep it
Contained to the church, it cannot
Move but it in the darkness

This is the Haunter of the Dark
That lurks in the church
On federal hill!

Blake knows he should stay clear of the church
But it draws his gaze he cannot escape!
The haunter will not get out of his mind
He has to know whether its real or just a tale!
Just, a, tale!

In a haze, and a glowing light
Dreams of space, and a cryptic entity
Feeing astral, but with a conscious mind
Blake finally realized, this is not a dream!

Blake was .. In the Steeple .. of the Church!
He was gazing into the Haunter’s eyes,
In the stone, in the dark! In the dark!

Breaking free and full of fear,
Blake sprints out of the church and back home!
Trying to comprehend what he just witnessed
He discovers an alarming fact!

There was a storm and all the power in the town was cut out,
There are no lights only dark
He gazed up at the church to see a black shape
Break out of the steeple window! ….

It makes its way towards me!
It’s the haunter of the dark!
I see it coming here!
HELLWIND! TITAN BLUR!
BLACKWINGS! YOG-SOTHOTH SAVE ME!
THREE LOBBED BURNING EYE!
HAUNTER OF THE DARK!

"The rigid body sat bolt upright at the desk by the window, and when the intruders saw the glassy, bulging eyes, and the marks of stark, convulsive fright on the twisted features,
they turned away in sickened dismay.
Blake had prolonged his frenzied jottings to the last, and the broken-pointed pencil was found clutched in his spasmodically contracted right hand."
-H.P. Lovecraft