Crawling Death- Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Monsters
I sat at my desk, waiting for class to end. Something was screeching in the back of my mind, telling me that bad things were coming.
I stared at the board, which was filled with a list of names and historical events that I'd learned when I was ten. We were supposed to pick whichever we'd never heard of before and write a paper on it, but all my mind was occupied with was how to phrase 'there isn't one' into a question for the teacher.
The mental numbness that history was giving me lessened slightly when the bell rang, and I went off for the cafeteria, hoping that maybe today would be the day that they had what could actually be called food.
As I made my way down the halls, a shiver sped down my spine, making me feel like I'd touched a livewire, and bringing my mind to complete wakefulness.
I noticed a group of students gathered by a window, seeming to be fascinated by whatever was outside. Looking for the cause, I looked past them, out of the second
Crawling Death- Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Search
I woke up the next morning feeling strange, as though the world around me were made of cotton.
As I got up from the bed, the sensation went away, though a bizarre kind of electrical charge seemed to remain as I went through my morning routine. I pondered on what the sensation was as I headed downstairs.
It wasn't something I'd experienced before, though it did have similarities to the feeling of a lot of ghosts in one concentrated place.
"Good morn', Pat. You look right beaten," an ethereal voice mused to my side as I reached the bottom of the stairs.
I turned, eyeing the ghost of an elderly man who was sitting in a phantom of a chair and reading a transparent paperback book.
"Hey, granda'," I responded, my brogue not quite dissipated yet. "I feel a bit off, yeah."
It was a slightly annoying habit I had even after eighteen years. Despite my grandparents being third-generation Irish-Americans, they'd had their Irish accents strong and cle
Crawling Death- Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Runaway
Sitting in an old, feathery chair, I listened to the rain outside and contemplated the strange girl currently lying on my futon. She seemed like someone who should be doing modeling for magazines, rather than brawling with people in the woods of Arkham.
Strangely enough, with her gothic makeup, in the black clothes she was wearing, she seemed to fit in with the old house as though a lost piece had finally returned.
I wasn't, however, so lost in thought that I missed it when she woke up, a small groan sounding before her hand went up to the back of her head.
She gently massaged the spot she'd been struck for a few seconds before her hand stopped, her body going rigid.
Her eyes opened and realization that she wasn't still outside dawned quickly on her.
Faster than I thought she was capable of, she shot upwards, instantly turning to glare at me.
"Who the hell're you?" she barked, looking ready to hit me just for existing.
"The guy who owns the house you
Crawling Death- Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Chance Encounter
I stared at the clock, hoping for it to move a few seconds faster so he could get out of the soulless trap that school was.
When the final bell of the day finally came, I gave a sigh of relief and took off, getting out of there as fast as possible.
At age 18, I had things covered fairly well. Being emancipated since I was 16, I'd fought like hell so I could be.
It all started with my grandparents. They didn't like my parents, and the dislike was mutual. And because I'd had no such issues, my parents had in turn disliked me. The dysfunction was practically a work of art, thinking about it.
So, when my grandparents had died two years ago, I was the only one they could leave things to. And that's where the drama really started.
They'd been well-off, financially, and had left me everything. My parents, the wonderful people they were, tried to take the money and sell the house they lived in.
They hadn't been expecting me to fight ba
Crawling Death- Prologue
A woman awoke, disoriented and feeling pain rippling through her skull.
The leaching, cold surface beneath her body brought her further into consciousness, though her surroundings were the dull grayness of an unlit room in daytime.
Her mind went to work, trying to grasp the situation.
She'd left those things that called themselves parents, and ran, never looking back. It had been at least a full week into her journey when she'd happened across the city.
As soon as she'd stepped inside, something had felt wrong.
It had stunk of sulfur, and the air was too thick, as though the city itself was trying to evict all those committing atrocities within. She'd been hit with the horrors directly, phantoms of evils done ghosting through the roads and sidewalks to her left and right.
And after a whole five minutes of feeling like she'd been run over by a bus, she'd felt something else.
All that remained of her memories from that point were red eyes and blood.
Whisperings nearby brou
Hello, everyone, it's time for more spellcraft. In my original discussion on spellcraft, I mentioned that you didn't need to have any special rituals or tools for magick, and we're talking about an aspect of that here.
Paper magick, as the name suggests, is magick using paper. But it's more than that. Writing down a spell is a very effective way to recite the spell at a later date, or to bring a purpose or thought into creation. And it's very effective, for a very logical reason. Think for a second on what paper is, in terms of magick. Paper comes from trees. This means that, in effect, paper is affiliated with earth, air, and water, and if you light it on fire as part of the spell, that's the fourth. If you use the spirit or Akasha, the fifth element, then it's ever-present, and is there as well.
For the actual magick, once something is written on the paper, there are a few ways to proceed. The fastest way to proceed is to read the spell, and then burn the paper to release the spell o
Hello, everyone. This time we're talking about the Three-fold Law.
What is the Three-Fold law? It's a religious belief that's held by some Wiccans, usually seen in much the same way as karma. It basically states that whatever kinds of energy a person puts out, they'll get it back threefold, or three times as powerful, be it positive or negative.
I said it's like karma, but that's not exactly fair. This is because karma has no numeric value to how someone receives their righteous payments for actions, bad or good. The Three-Fold Law, however, seems to propose that there is a literal reward or punishment for a person's actions, especially in magick, according to John Coughlin, an author on this and many other subjects.
There seems to be some debate that the law is unnecessary, because it's just over-elaborating on the Wiccan Rede, a poem that lays out the morals of Wiccans in general, though there are certainly those who don't follow it, and probably some who haven't even heard of either
This time, we're talking about the Morrigan.
The Morrigan, which is literally "phantom queen", appears to be a goddess from Celtic mythos, though she's never explicitly said to be such.
The Morrigan is a goddess of battle and strife, and inversely, fertility. Funny how that works. She would often appear as a carrion crow above warriors, though she would also take the forms of eels, wolves, and a cow. She is also associated with the Valkyries. She would often be depicted as a triple goddess, but membership is ambiguous, including the Badb, a goddess who caused confusion in battle to aid her favored side, and her sisters Macha and the Morrigan. Talk about identity issues. Other accounts include Nemain, a fairy spirit of havoc, her sister Fea, and Anand, the goddess personification of death.
The Morrigan mythos seems to date back to the cult of the Matrones, often depicted via their cult through ecstasy in fighting. As a Goddess of war, and therefore life and death, she had a habit to app