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The Letter H.P. Lovecraft Wrote to His RelativesIt would be the opposite of drinking blood, thinking oneself a Vampire, but being completely mortal, endowed with Phantoms not meant for hatred, but for eating dust, as a resurrected fly spinning in witch-light & with true magic before an unlit candle, that now & ere a certain shadow shall appear & here begin writing.
By time there might have been a bottle, with something in it cast out into the sea, as been passed down through time, & by an age, with a love for the macabre, of the horror to have come from it.
femme!reader x Laughing Jack : Phobia Chapter 4 I was out of breath ; sweat streamed from my temples in furious waves and my spleen was at the verge of going on a strike, but those minutes were just mere fantasies at the time and I couldn't afford it. Liz was still nowhere to be found... same thing for her assailant. Suddenly, I tripped fell face first to the old afghan in a muffled thud. 'What a strange way to impose myself a nap!' I though. Waiting a bit, I assumed that I would' be of no use weary and out of breath, so I decided to say here just a bit... to allow my breathing to regain its steady pace and get rid of that damn stitch. I already had searched through two of the scene's adjacents floors, I even went back, somewhat reluctantly, to the room I found... spider-boy in. I then decided to inspect beneath the stage, but nothing ; not a soul in there. I sighted heavily, a scream erupted. This helpless cry was soon to be followed by the singular sound of coughing fits.
-"Y/N!!!" the high-pitched
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