Brenda Parkinson pushed her shopping trolley toward the post office.
“CTHULU LIVES !!”
was sprayed in green on the Western Union poster.
"That's new." She mumbled to herself.
The HR gang watched her like a pride of lions. Sandy thought HR always stood for Human Remains. Not realizing it was his Mum's favourite mis-acronym.
"Get the chloroform, this is the last one" hissed Sandy." We are finally leaving this dump tonight.
Unwisely Brenda stopped in the doorway of the derelict Peacocks store, and they had her, but not before she kicked Sandy in the groin and knocked one of Morgan’s teeth out.
“Get stronger stuff next time” shouted Kev out of Brenda’s range.
Waking up in the disused community centre Brenda saw the others; 3 older men and a younger slim woman in her 30s, bound tightly with motorbike locks ; Daemon signatures on each in cardboard looking like Croatian beermats.
“I like the doily pattens you drawn on ‘em lads,” She wasn’t taking this very seriously at all”
Sandy threatened her,” We are after your bloody soul you silly cow”
“18 years’ factory work destroyed mine dear,ha,ha”
The other captives were laughing strangely because their mouths were full of shredded Brexit leaflets. But Big Steve would not take his medicine.
" Eat your words Brexiter. We prepared it nicely for you.” menaced Doug Less
Morganhad to force feed him the bits of Farage’s picture but he spat them straight out.
“Pin ‘em on ‘im
“The brexit bits!” said Sandy.
Almost ready but Morgan seemed worried
“Won't Lord of Darkness feast on us too?”
“Not with this circle of salt, Morgan, we're totally safe and the demons have to obey us it's the first good thing to happen in 6 years, me discovering the Khunrath Bible”
“I only have to acknowledge the dark realm to open it” Sandy held the occult grimoire
HR were baffled .
He drew himself up to his full height
“DIESE EKSTASE UMFASST DAS REICH DES TODES – DIE UNTERWELT, DIE TIEFE DER ERDE SELBST, DAS CHTHONISCHE, TRAUER UND LOBPREIS – WIE SIE GEMEINSAM IN DIE SINNE … EINBRECHEN.”
"Man you’re giving me the creeps” said Nigel aka Harry
“Get it over with pencil neck" moaned Doug
Forced to reassess her reality Morgan stood in the circle rooted as an oak.
From each damned mouth or jabbed safety pin erupted squid-like tentacles in sewer green. The sacrifices writhed, pained like boiled silkworms
Finally a bone beak with unnaturally white teeth issued , each body blotched with sin laden green. Morgan struggled to distinguish the screams from pain addled laughter .
The humanoid squids started to merge orgiastically into one writhing mess with 10 oddlegs that Kev thought were hilarious. If only he could tell salt from baking powder.
“No” Morgan cried “Were all in it together!!”
Unhindered the tentacles touched them all devouring, corrupting and eventually putrefying the hosts. All but one.
Brenda Parkinson pushed her shopping trolley toward the pub. On a black board,
“PENSIONERS SERVED EVERY DAY” !!
"Delicious." She grinned.
© Chris Wright 2021-10-31