Journey to Innsmouth (Part 5)
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(Short summary, or read the previous posts for the full story: Our intrepid explorer has landed on what she thought was a stopping point on her travel itinerary. Once there, she found the immediate area to be barren, charred and falling apart. Upon coming across a sign, she realised she had been dropped off at the wrong location. Coming to grips with that, she started towards what she thought was the town and hoped was a telephone. Along the way, she finds 1920's vehicles, some rusted, some in good condition - on her path. She wonders about the age of these vehicles, as time appears to have stopped in the area. As she starts to cross a bridge, she sees a strange unfriendly looking creature on the other side. She crouches behind the car and takes a picture with her polaroid camera. Then decides to head in a different direction than that of the creature. Our explorer then prays in an old church she finds, and comes across what appears to be the center of the town - a playground surrounded by buildings. She finds a building with a sign for a telephone, but any remnants of a telephone are long gone. She then partakes of the alcoholic offerings (as nothing else had withstood time and elements) and gathered up courage to keep going. Just when she thought she had found her way off the island, via an intact boat tied to a dock, she finds more of the creatures. She moves away from them only to see another in a building. Ducking into the nearest door, she finds herself in a bar and starts drinking ).
Coming out of the bar sometime (and many bottles) later, I saw the creature had gone from the nearby building. Unsure if that was a good thing or not, I continued South and across another covered bridge. I found what must have once been the home of the richest person in town, although it appeared that all the money in the world couldn't save a person in this godforsaken place.
Now with no social niceties to worry about, I freely poked my nose into the townspeoples houses. Everything here was covered in dust, dirt and goodness knows what else, so I was not at all worried the owners of the houses would arrive and catch me out. Once upon a time, this mansion would have been the envy of everyone in town, but now I felt it was a beacon to those creatures and that this was perhaps the first place which was ruined.
I went back outside and climbed over the cliffs the house stood on, hoping to find another boat I could make my escape on. Instead what I found was much worse.
Bigger than any of the creatures I had seen to date, this one stood as tall as the water tower which was leaning nearby. I could only see it from the back, but one thing was for certain...this one was the leader.
My dutch courage was fast leaving and having now seen something which could eat me in one gulp, I felt I needed a plan.
First things first...back to the bar. I didn’t need refreshment, I needed to numb my brain. If I were going to be mauled by some horrible unearthly creatures, I was going to be as inebriated as I could be. I laughed to myself thinking of how my sister had been mocking my non-alcoholic ways. “How can you have any fun on your trip if you never drink alcohol?” she had asked in wonder. Well, dear sis, I am drinking now!
After sampling many different bottles under the pretence of finding out which one I liked the best, I decided to paint the town red - even if it was with my own blood.
First stop - pick up my suitcase and put it in that boat. I was sure that was to be my way of escape, so I wanted to have my things in the cabin waiting for me. I ran back to where I had my suitcase stowed and snuck it onto the boat. Next up - the opera theatre...well, I had always wanted to attend the opera, and this one was free. Bottle in hand, I even let myself up to one of the balcony boxes. Can’t say much for the show though. Next was the cinema - or theatre. At least that had some old, sepia movie playing. No sound though, so I made up my own dialogue to the movie, even using the now empty bottle as a mic.
Once bored with that, I decided to nosey through some of the other buildings. They were very similar, living area downstairs, bathroom and bedroom upstairs. All were old and covered with 80 years of grime.
I opened the door to one bathroom and suddenly I was face to face with one of the creatures. Instantly sober, my thoughts were “this is it, I’m a goner now”. The creature stared at me, and very slowly shuffled towards me. Instantly I realised it was injured and couldn’t attack. My survival instincts took over and I smashed the empty bottle of liquor over its head. Bad move - it squealed with such anguish, that I instantly regretted my actions. Sure enough, there was an immediate answering call. This call was so loud, and so ferocious that I damn near peed my pants. I knew, without a doubt that mummy was on its way, and I knew how big mummy was...
(to be continued).
(Short summary, or read the previous posts for the full story: Our intrepid explorer has landed on what she thought was a stopping point on her travel itinerary. Once there, she found the immediate area to be barren, charred and falling apart. Upon coming across a sign, she realised she had been dropped off at the wrong location. Coming to grips with that, she started towards what she thought was the town and hoped was a telephone. Along the way, she finds 1920's vehicles, some rusted, some in good condition - on her path. She wonders about the age of these vehicles, as time appears to have stopped in the area. As she starts to cross a bridge, she sees a strange unfriendly looking creature on the other side. She crouches behind the car and takes a picture with her polaroid camera. Then decides to head in a different direction than that of the creature. Our explorer then prays in an old church she finds, and comes across what appears to be the center of the town - a playground surrounded by buildings. She finds a building with a sign for a telephone, but any remnants of a telephone are long gone. She then partakes of the alcoholic offerings (as nothing else had withstood time and elements) and gathered up courage to keep going. Just when she thought she had found her way off the island, via an intact boat tied to a dock, she finds more of the creatures. She moves away from them only to see another in a building. Ducking into the nearest door, she finds herself in a bar and starts drinking ).
Coming out of the bar sometime (and many bottles) later, I saw the creature had gone from the nearby building. Unsure if that was a good thing or not, I continued South and across another covered bridge. I found what must have once been the home of the richest person in town, although it appeared that all the money in the world couldn't save a person in this godforsaken place.
Now with no social niceties to worry about, I freely poked my nose into the townspeoples houses. Everything here was covered in dust, dirt and goodness knows what else, so I was not at all worried the owners of the houses would arrive and catch me out. Once upon a time, this mansion would have been the envy of everyone in town, but now I felt it was a beacon to those creatures and that this was perhaps the first place which was ruined.
I went back outside and climbed over the cliffs the house stood on, hoping to find another boat I could make my escape on. Instead what I found was much worse.
Bigger than any of the creatures I had seen to date, this one stood as tall as the water tower which was leaning nearby. I could only see it from the back, but one thing was for certain...this one was the leader.
My dutch courage was fast leaving and having now seen something which could eat me in one gulp, I felt I needed a plan.
First things first...back to the bar. I didn’t need refreshment, I needed to numb my brain. If I were going to be mauled by some horrible unearthly creatures, I was going to be as inebriated as I could be. I laughed to myself thinking of how my sister had been mocking my non-alcoholic ways. “How can you have any fun on your trip if you never drink alcohol?” she had asked in wonder. Well, dear sis, I am drinking now!
After sampling many different bottles under the pretence of finding out which one I liked the best, I decided to paint the town red - even if it was with my own blood.
First stop - pick up my suitcase and put it in that boat. I was sure that was to be my way of escape, so I wanted to have my things in the cabin waiting for me. I ran back to where I had my suitcase stowed and snuck it onto the boat. Next up - the opera theatre...well, I had always wanted to attend the opera, and this one was free. Bottle in hand, I even let myself up to one of the balcony boxes. Can’t say much for the show though. Next was the cinema - or theatre. At least that had some old, sepia movie playing. No sound though, so I made up my own dialogue to the movie, even using the now empty bottle as a mic.
Once bored with that, I decided to nosey through some of the other buildings. They were very similar, living area downstairs, bathroom and bedroom upstairs. All were old and covered with 80 years of grime.
I opened the door to one bathroom and suddenly I was face to face with one of the creatures. Instantly sober, my thoughts were “this is it, I’m a goner now”. The creature stared at me, and very slowly shuffled towards me. Instantly I realised it was injured and couldn’t attack. My survival instincts took over and I smashed the empty bottle of liquor over its head. Bad move - it squealed with such anguish, that I instantly regretted my actions. Sure enough, there was an immediate answering call. This call was so loud, and so ferocious that I damn near peed my pants. I knew, without a doubt that mummy was on its way, and I knew how big mummy was...
(to be continued).