I woke up this morning exhausted. The couch had broke before Christmas, and the call from the repair man at 6:45 was not welcome. I had dreamed deeply all night long.
A. and I were in an old house. It had two stories. Huge. Cursed. Victorian. A mad old woman owned the place. A. and I were to look after it for her while she was away on unknown business.
Anxiety grew steadily while we were there. The house was well lit but filthy. No monsters appeared but the expectation that they would at any moment was constant. I believed that numerous violent and terrible acts had happened within the house. We decided to destroy the house.
Upstairs we smashed out windows. We emptied clothes out of closets and drawers. The plan was to set fire to the house before midnight, when something terrible would happen. It would look like an accident.
Voices could be heard coming from downstairs. Two of the mad woman's friends had showed up, and my mad aunt as well. I was paniced. How could we get rid of them without making them suspicious?
Night had fallen. Now outside of the house and some ways away, large logs had been set on fire within a fenced off area that was saturated with evil. The smoldering fire was slow to catch. Two dimensional humanoid forms would resolve out of the smoke and ash, slowly gain substance in three dimensions and then collapse back into the burning wood. There were three of them. All naked and grey. They each had the tentacled, octopus like head of Cthulhu.
Throwing large logs onto the fire, I promised to make the fire larger and free them if they would destroy the house. I would do this only if they would promise to keep my family safe, free from harm, and free from terror. They laughed. They spoke and told me that they had to be true to their nature and might be able to give us safety, but that was all.
The wind and darkness grew in intensity. A chorus of low rumbling laughter and screaming began to build. The forms continued to fail to materialize completely, but I had already decided to accept the deal if it meant the house would be detroyed. Before I could speak my acceptance I woke up when A.'s phone rang.
The repairman would be arriving soon.
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