Journey to Innsmouth (Part 4)
Despair.
That one word said it. I couldn’t describe my feelings any more clearly than that. I stood gaping at the old dilapidated building, thinking that maybe someone was going to jump out at any moment yelling “surprise!” and hand me the telephone I was so desperate to seek.
How could the world have left this place? How could no one be here, and no one come through and set things right? Nothing made sense to me, especially the creepy playground with the equipment turning.
What was that noise? It sounds like a little girl taunting me…”na, na, na, na, na, na, naa, naa”
Instead of enjoying the 1920’s vehicles in their well preserved state, they now struck me with fear. If things have been left for this long, what will become of me?
I walked on - just what else could I do? I found the long distance telegraph building - again falling apart, with no hope of finding a telephone. I had to wonder if I would even get a connection to the outside world if I did find a telephone. One thing I did find - alcohol. These bottles have had YEARS to mature, so I found a few drops which slid down my throat very smoothly indeed. I never had been one for drinking, but suddenly I was throwing caution to the wind.
Now with some dutch courage, I wandered the town openly and headed east. Broken docks near the lighthouse, an intact dock, and an intact boat - may have to think about using that later. Looking from the boat out towards the lighthouse, I froze. Two more of the creatures were crouched together as though amicably watching the waves. Reality hit me with a thud. Not only was there more than one creature in this terrible place, but they were currently blocking what appeared to be my only way out. In the distance, I could see what appeared to be a boat half on its side. Was that the result of the last person to try to leave?
I crept back up to the road and started south..but stopped once again when I saw yet another creature. This one was standing inside one of the buildings. I could even see its chest moving as it breathed.
I ducked into the nearest door and found myself in a bar. Music was playing as though someone had only just been in here. The old radio playing its tune merrily belied the tone of the town, and with my frustration mounting, it was all I could do to stop myself picking it up and throwing it against the wall. But I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I had been lucky…so far.
So for now, I was going to enjoy myself in the bar, and partake of the offerings. For all I knew, this could be the last drink I was ever going to have, and I was going to make it a good one. “Top shelf thanks, Bartender”…
That one word said it. I couldn’t describe my feelings any more clearly than that. I stood gaping at the old dilapidated building, thinking that maybe someone was going to jump out at any moment yelling “surprise!” and hand me the telephone I was so desperate to seek.
How could the world have left this place? How could no one be here, and no one come through and set things right? Nothing made sense to me, especially the creepy playground with the equipment turning.
What was that noise? It sounds like a little girl taunting me…”na, na, na, na, na, na, naa, naa”
Instead of enjoying the 1920’s vehicles in their well preserved state, they now struck me with fear. If things have been left for this long, what will become of me?
I walked on - just what else could I do? I found the long distance telegraph building - again falling apart, with no hope of finding a telephone. I had to wonder if I would even get a connection to the outside world if I did find a telephone. One thing I did find - alcohol. These bottles have had YEARS to mature, so I found a few drops which slid down my throat very smoothly indeed. I never had been one for drinking, but suddenly I was throwing caution to the wind.
Now with some dutch courage, I wandered the town openly and headed east. Broken docks near the lighthouse, an intact dock, and an intact boat - may have to think about using that later. Looking from the boat out towards the lighthouse, I froze. Two more of the creatures were crouched together as though amicably watching the waves. Reality hit me with a thud. Not only was there more than one creature in this terrible place, but they were currently blocking what appeared to be my only way out. In the distance, I could see what appeared to be a boat half on its side. Was that the result of the last person to try to leave?
I crept back up to the road and started south..but stopped once again when I saw yet another creature. This one was standing inside one of the buildings. I could even see its chest moving as it breathed.
I ducked into the nearest door and found myself in a bar. Music was playing as though someone had only just been in here. The old radio playing its tune merrily belied the tone of the town, and with my frustration mounting, it was all I could do to stop myself picking it up and throwing it against the wall. But I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I had been lucky…so far.
So for now, I was going to enjoy myself in the bar, and partake of the offerings. For all I knew, this could be the last drink I was ever going to have, and I was going to make it a good one. “Top shelf thanks, Bartender”…