Category: Call of Cthulhu
I Am Chaos

I am chaos. I am eternal. I am older than your mortal mind can possibly comprehend.  I was here aeons before the pathetic lump of rock you call your...

The Train’s Whistle

The boom in railroad construction during the 19th century saw many American cities and towns connected in ways hitherto unimagined, with travel times reduced from days to mere hours. ...

The Forgotten Pharaoh

Transcribed from the papers of the late Jerome Montserrat, Archaeologist As I write these words, which will form my last confession, I cannot help but be struck by a...

A Simple Idea

“What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient… highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it’s almost impossible...

The Old House

What the deciding factor was, that led to poor young Rupert Willard to suffer his ultimate breakdown and be incarcerated indefinitely in a cell at Arkham Asylum, none could...

Flickering Lights

The lights flickered. Mark Wentworth sighed as he shone his flashlight around the darkened hall.  Night watchman at the Arkham Historical Society was hardly the most auspicious of careers,...

In the Dark Dreaming

“In the dark dreaming, there are only dreams.  But in nightmares, your worst fears are reality.” The swamps surrounding Byfield had long been steeped in myth and legend.  It...

It Comes

What I am about to say may, at the very least, be met with ridicule among my peers.  Indeed, the very nature of my statement would be reason enough...