Captian's Log The Immured I 14 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 "Brick by brick," he muttered, tracing the crumbling lines of the mortar with an ancient finger. "What?" I asked. "Don't you find this wall a little odd?" he deferred. I…
Captian's Log The Experiment Was Over 13 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 The zombie stumbled out the door, tripping a little on the uneven threshold, and, righting itself, stopped and craned its head up toward the blue sky. The gray and lifeless…
Captian's Log The Captain 10 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 "Alright, somebody talk to me. What happened?" A veritable chorus erupted as everyone began talking over everyone else. My fault. That's on me. "Spencer!" I cut in. "Why aren't we…
Captian's Log Blood Letting III 9 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 I run my hand over the wooden surface, and feel a prick. Ecstasy. The blood begins to seep out of me. Troublesome heat, passion, the black splinter in my finger…
Captian's Log Blood Letting II 8 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 When they found it, I am told, where they found it, I should say—they found it over a pool of blood. They thought at the time, but we learned, that…
Captian's Log Blood Letting I 7 Mar 2026 The sarcophagus, as it was termed, was of a black, very polished material. There was a grain one could feel running his hand over its contours, but the perfect nothingness…
Captian's Log “We Know Just What You Dreamed” 6 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 "What was the dream?" "It wasn't a dream," I said. "Wasn't just a dream?" he suggested. "Look," I cut in. "I know dreams. That, what I saw, it was real."…
Captian's Log Stitches 4 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 “Yes,” said Nightspore in a slow voice, without surprise. “But what is your name on Earth?” “It is pain.” “That, too, I must have known.” ~A Voyage to Arcturus There…
Captian's Log Lovecraft Scandal 3 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 I was listening to some Lovecraft on my way into work one morning, an audio recording of "In the Vault" read by Jonathan Keeble. Now, I've always seen this as…
Captian's Log Dreams in the Storm 2 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 There stands in the storm's gale, a wiry man, like a scarecrow, or the shadow of a scarecrow. I know him. A string around his chin ties that wide brimmed…
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