Nightmare Meditation 9: The Nightmare Madhouse of Dr. Sechah and Mphera

[ysabeau]

Nightmare Carnivale of the Damned presents....

Meditation 9

The Nightmare Madhouse of Dr. Sechah and Mphera


What is the course of corruption?
What is the source of decay?
Is corruption to one, life-sustaining to another?
While the light nourishes the hearts of many
It can blind and burn those with a dark soul
To the dark heart, it is what is twisted
What is deformed in the light
brings safety and peace
it is in the shadows that we find solace
it is in what is twisted and sinister
that we find our truth
The truth is revealed in the Darkness
When the heart bleeds
and the terrors awaken.
Zenithyaah calls you back to the Nightmare Carnivale of the Damned The next chapter of this story is about to be revealed.





Credits for Music

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[Lycana]

I have taken the doll eye to the House of Horror. The energy shifts and catches me, twisting my form. My body stretches like something straight from American Werewolf in Paris except that I don't sprout fur, my pale chalk white skin stretching and contorting and my bones and muscles change. Though I can be bipedeal, I drop onto all fours. My face reshapes in a a monstrous muzzle with long fangs perpetually bared, my ears growing larger as do my eyes. My horns are thick and larger with which to strike and gore., my mong a long, red lash. Long, thick spines rise from my back and my tail becomes several that whips behind me as I snarl. I have several independently moving long tentacle like whips around my shoulders. the thin membrane of my wings is flattened completely to my sides and are almost invisible. In this form I don't dominantly fly but rather open them to glide when needed.

I prowl through the House of Horrors, part of its darkness and shadows as I hunt. I hunger. I am a void of hunger as I stalk along the halls and displays. A couple of creatures shamble into view and I strike, bringing down one and then the other and gorge myself on blood and flesh, their bones cracking between my teeth. There is not much left of them but stains of blood and broken, discarded bones and shredded fabrics when I leave them. There is a sense of being called... pulled... and I make my way through the museum-like haunted house that seems to be noticeably absent of its horrors. They are no longer dwelling within the displays and rooms. Other than the two creatures I came across, it is noticeably empty and still I make my way higher into the building until I find myself there with the Dr, his madness fueling the darkness pulsing within the building and the entirety of the carnival.

My flesh begins to split as my own fears are turned against me. From within my flesh long worm-like parasites emerge, slipping from my skin, maggots pouring from where the skin parts. Spiders rose and broke through my skin in boils and my flesh began to slowly slough off from my body, somehow taking my monstrous form with it. And then it was over.