petak, 20.10.2006.
CROATON
 I guess no one will ever know what really happened on that unhappy autumn morning. An accident it really was, by what said witnesses and police report. But still it remains very unusual, and some dare say rather bizarre accident. Or for those who have read his diary written only few hours ago, it was an epilogue of mysterious events that shall probably remain unexplained after his death. But in hope that someone still might throw some light on his dark writings I present them here in the unchanged form to the readers of this gazette. After all, it is the least thing which now I can do in memory of my dear friend from earliest childhood. Forever Your's , truly S. B. " I always liked strange places, unusual things and mysterious events. That's why some considered me to be a very weird person and simply moved away from my path, while others thought I was a morbid lover of the macabre and took me for just another madman. Well, in everything exists a grain of truth, but those few who had the opportunity to know me very well considered me as an explorer of supernatural and occult with great knowledge of symbolism and mysticism. And they had my true friendship as we shared the same adventurous spirit which was, after all, what brought me to this place where I was now standing. Golden sun was slowly rising from the grey mist that covered the top of the beautiful great hills. In the beginning they had gentle slopes covered with thick oak woods, but higher above they had very sharp peaks of dark granite, partly covered with large fir and pine trees. Some local rumours have spoken about a big volcano that was once active in those hills, but no geologist would confirm that because it was quite obvious that this was an isolated mountain range and there was never recorded any earthquake in this region. Besides, of course, there wasn't enough petrological evidence that could show any indication of ancient lava flows that would reveal something of volcanic activity or the existence of the volcano itself. But that is not so important now, though to be honest I always liked history so that is why my delving into geology was so deep. Besides this natural wonders, before me now lay the main point of my visit. It was small, yet rather beautiful ancient town with very peculiar name of Croaton. Yet it was still hidden in the cold fog of an early autumn morning, so I slowly went on, hoping to get there at least couple of hours before noon. Walking through fresh meadows gently sprayed with dew and listening the murmur of a small silver stream which marked my path in the first rays of the warming sun was simply more beautiful than the words can describe. In untouched desolate nature human's soul sometimes truly feels free and remote from its perishable body. But at last, at almost exactly eleven hours, I have slowly entered the small town which now shone in golden sunlight that came down from the very distant azure horizon. And fog has lifted as I approached it, so I could fully enjoy this wondrous exploration. Houses were small, made of brick and limestone with little paned windows and dark-brown oak doors. But more interesting than their features was their formation, for each house was intersected from all sides with paved streets, so that every house seemed like a lonely island with a tale of its own. And though all of them were very alike by design, each one was differently ballustrated having some unique little statue on its terrace. Moreover, every house in the backside had a garden where still blossomed all kinds of flowers. And they simply painted this morning into delightful colors while awaiting, slowly but inevitably, the oncoming sleep of winter. Sparrows and blackbirds joyfully twittered and flew through clear air while soft wind caressed passing white clouds on endless heaven and gently swept away the dark smoke that rose from small rectangular chimneys in the houses below. Here everything seemed so dreamlike, but the citizens were still missing from my searching view. And then from some distance beyond a church bell tolled the number of Apostles when I remembered that it was Sunday and the hour of a mass. Well, later would be enough time for meetings, and to be honest I was never very fond of unknown and strange human company. But I guess that, here and now, I was a stranger so people will avoid me anyway, as they are most likely always dubious in small communities like this one. Yet maybe I was wrong and they were different. Anyway, we shall see that later. After quarter an hour of walking, it seemed that I came in front of the town hall on the main square, for it was only large building and with different design. Roof was rather classical and made of brick, but the walls and two big balconies on the second floor were made of nicely polished white marble. And in the middle, beneath closed wooden windows, stood large iron doors. To my great luck they were opened, so I couldn't hide little smile on my lips, for I knew here was probably the town's library which contained most of its written history. The other part of history was most likely in the church and on the cemetary, but that places I could visit later. I slowly entered the town hall searching for anyone who could guide me to the library, but in long dark corridors there appeared to be no living soul, so I had to try every door myself. Ofcourse, all of them were closed and locked, so after roaming to the last third floor I almost lost all hope, for there were only one closed door. Yet to my big surprise and joy they pushed open, and it was indeed the old town's library. The smell of dust and antiquity came directly into me as my eyes wandered hungrily through numerous shelves with ancient books and records. They were all sorted alphabetically and historically from the first writings to almost present days, and it seemed that only last book was missing, but perhaps it was not yet finished. Anyway, there was more than enough material to satisfy any lover of history, and I must admit that my eyes read with burning desire the first words about coming of people to this land and creating their first permanent settlement. Afterwards was described their progress, and slow, but ever increasing number of population with the enlargement of the place through village to a small town of the present day. But in the annals of local history nothing was said about the religion or anything connected with spiritual part of people's life, and it was quite surprising since I heard the toll of the church bell just two hours before. Then I felt little tired and sat on the dusty chair next to the old table in the corner of the room. Luckily for me, the library was turned westwards, so the sun was blazing directly through the windows, and I had enough light for some more reading. With table full of old, but as it turned out quite uninteresting books, I soon felt sleepy and was already dozing, when something suddenly fell on the floor. It was some kind of a diary, but written in different style and with red ink, which was rather uncommon in those days. But, though it seemed very old, still it was very well preserved, probably because it lay bounded in lamb's leather. The author obviously wanted to remain anonymous for he didn't leave even his initials. There was only some strange symbol engraved on the front cover. It reminded me of an ancient Egyptian ankh, yet it was different and fully encircled with words written in old latin, which roughly translated said something like this. " From the darkest Shadow through Flames eternal the accursed Spirit of Blood shall be evoken forever ! " I was again full of lust for further exploration, but it soon faded away when I discovered that the first and last pages of this diary were torn off and missing. There were only few pages attached in the middle and the narrative they contained was weird, but seemed more like some phantasy than actual history. As it appeared the author described existence of cannibalism which was created by some kind of black magic, or to be more precise, by some evil spirit which was evoken among the people from some unknown dark abyss in the earth. Soon they were all somehow cursed and began to eat the flesh of every human that naturally passed away. ( Here I must add that cannibalism was a known tribal custom in some isolated places where it was elusively veiled by some kind of spiritualism though antropologically it was simply result of animal impulse to feed on flesh, and when it was limited or even unavailable, then human body was quite satisfying. ) But after that the text becomes sickeningly unreal for it describes the new way of cannibalism, on all humans, or to say more simply, on every living human which came into contact with this morbid isolated population. After some time rumours of that madness have spread even to the few larger cities, where it was then decided to send a small party of armed man to investigate the whole matter. But when the few weeks passed, and there came no report back, it was assumed that the whole party was lost or came to a bad (or should I add dead) end. After that it became a rather big problem, because rumours became whispers, and whispers soon became screams for help. Then the real army was gathered and sent, but this time not to investigate, but simply to kill, burn and destroy everything inside and near that accursed place. Later, as the official reports stated, this time the mission was completely accomplished, for nothing was left standing. But through some unofficial testimonies of the army men it became evident that they came into already abandonded and deserted small town , so they only burned and destroyed to ashes every building, as was ordered to them. But no living soul was ever discovered, and also no traces of wicked cannibalism or its victims were found, not even the first armed party which was still missing. Yet indeed, afterwards was nothing ever heard about cannibalism or about black magic in those regions, but for a long time that place remained completely desolate and foreigners shunned it, for the dark legend still lived on. Here the writing abruptly ends, so everything more recent concerning this matter remains unknown. I was completely unaware of the falling dusk while the mysterious old diary lay open on the dusty table. As the red sunlight slowly faded away beyond darkened horizon in my mind still brooded vivid impressions of the strange words that only few moments ago passed before my eyes. But then suddenly something really extraordinary happened, for my eyes gazed upon some strange scene. I saw a young man and woman lying on the bed in the middle of this room. But now it was empty of books with only two small cupboards on which burned six candles altogether, and their flames flickered with the same rhythm as the scarlet tapestries danced in front of the opened window. It was a silent fullmoon night and only moans of two lovers echoed through the darkness of life. Then I observed an image which stood so ominous on the opposite wall, agleamed by silver moonlight where candles casted weird shadows. It presented some ancient symbol which I had never seen before. But the sinister words that were written beneath it I knew too well from the forbidden Necronomicon. Then for a moment all was silent, when lovers suddenly spoke. " - As I promised to Thee before, all that I have is Your's forever ! - And the life eternal? she asked with a secret smile and a piercing eye. - Then he answered laughing sincerely : What is life without love if not eternal agony ..... - But what if our love is the thing that should not be? - Then death shall be the true blessing of our blasphemy ! " And then they laughed together, but it was so strange and bizare, and it engraved forever in my tortured mind ! " - Mister ..... it is closing time ..... I awoke slowly and was still confused, until after a few moments I realized it was all just a dream, and then a relief came upon me. - I'm very sorry Sir, obviously I have lost the track of time reading all these interesting books. - Yes, they are quite interesting, aren't they? Unfortunately we are now closing for today, but if You like something special, feel free to take it. - That is very kind of you Sir, but I'll probably come again tomorrow. I'm going off now, thank you for your patience. - No problem Mister. This doors are always opened during the day. Have a pleasant evening and good night. - Good night Sir. I grasped for the door when a question came on my mind. - I'm sorry, but could you just tell me in which direction is the local church? The man was obviously surprised because while he turned towards me one book fell from his hands. I observed that it was again that strange little diary. - The church? Well, it is near that old mine which was closed long time ago. You can just follow the main street from here to the north all the way along one small hill and there you will find it. It is surrounded with cypress trees so you can't really miss it. - Thank you very much once again Sir. I'll probably visit it first thing tomorrow for now it's obviously too late. - Too late? he replied with a strange smile. It is never too late Mister, and I think it is still opened. Anyway, the impression is always more special on the fullmoon night like this. - You are absolutely right Sir. I'll go there right now. Thank you and good night! - Good night ! " When I closed the door behind me, it came to my mind that in truth I haven't really good seen the image of that librarian as he stood before opened window, where full moon shone directly behind him, casting only his tall silhouette on the carpet floor. But by the sound of his hoarse voice I guessed he was rather old. Anyway, I was outside again, walking slowly upon the described path to that cypress hill and the church on it. The night was still, but quite chill, and the sky was crystal clear with numerous stars shining like perfectly cut diamonds. But to my surprise all the streets were again empty, without any light in the windows and with all doors closed, while the night was still young. I tried, but couldn't really remember any holiday on this day, though it was a Sunday. Maybe they were simply some superstitious folk living reticently in their small community. Anyhow, there was at last that hill in my view, just a few miles ahead, and from here it really looked somewhat creepy, with those tall dark cypress trees standing around the church like some ominous guardians in the silence of this rather melancholic autumn night. But then my eyes gazed upon some small figure walking directly towards me. Slowly, but directly it passed in front of me putting some old paper into my hand. Now, I must say I am not a very fearful man, and during my past explorations I have seen some very strange and obscure persons and things. But this was more than strange, for it appeared to be some bent crone all clad in long black robes leaning on some long wooden staff. I dare say it looked exactly like one of those witches so often described in old fairytales and legends. But worst of all was the way in which this person walked, slowly but decidedly, in absolute silence. Then my look fell on the paper in my hand. The words which I then read disturbed me gravely, for I have already seen them before, though I still couldn't understand their true meaning. As my eyes could perceive on the shining silver moonlight beams, it was written with red ink just like that strange old diary which surprised me today, and afterwards made me asleep for too long period of time. I really don't like repeating that dark, ominous words, but now I must quote them. " That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even Death may die ! " Then, when I turned back towards the unknown black apparition, I discovered it was already gone, except for one rather huge bat which quickly passed over my head in the direction of that cypress hill. But what really surprised me was that the old paper was now mysteriously missing from my hand. And then I made quite sure, looking carefully around, that I haven't maybe dropped it, yet in the end it seemed that it actually never really existed. So as it was, I began to laugh loudly, for obviously I haven't slept enough these days, so my creative imagination played its tricks on my tired mind and body. For after all, believing in ghosts, witches,vampires and other such abominable creatures was a way beyond my reasonable belief. So I finally climbed up that little hill and at last saw the church from a close distance. I would now say that it was rather somekind of a large chappel and not quite really the church, for it was very simply constructed, without any visible symbols or decorations on the outside, except for that iron bell on top of it. And those big solid wooden door stood wide open, just as the librarian said it would be, so I slowly entered inside. I felt only emptiness of bare walls and coldness of stony floor, all made of large limestone blocks. There were only six glass windows which represented some weird symbolic mosaics which were, I must say more transcendental than Christian. There was not even any single picture, icon or a statue decorating this vast interior. Also, there wasn't any candle standing, on what seemed to be, some kind of a small altar, placed directly in the middle and uderneath the grey ceiling. But the altar itself was very intriguing, for it was made of one black granite block, and it contained beautifully carved reliefs which represented different groups of symbols. Some of those I already knew from the old antique books and manuscripts I have read before, but some of them I have seen for the first time. On the beginning there were some unknown, but obviously most primordial engravings, which were afterwards followed by the marks of the Old Ones from that tenebrous Necronomicon. Then I recognized hieroglyphs from the ancient Egypt which were later replaced with some gnostic symbols. And on the end there were some more recent magical words and incantations which finally ended with that last, sixth carving, which was most shocking to me for it very much resembled that same symbol which I have seen in my late afternoon’s dream. But suddenly some strange vision appeared before my eyes. A man and woman clad in black garments stood above the altar and chanted those hideos words which made me shiver strongly. " O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the howling of wolves and spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades among the tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, look favourably on our sacrifices ! " And then the blade of a sharp dagger blazed on the silver moonlight, as it came secretly through the windows of painted glass. I trembled, but could do nothing than just watch this wicked ritual. But worst of all was something that uttered a scream, so piercing and full of deadly agony, from that profane black granite altar. It seemed to be a cry of a small baby, but to me it echoed like a shriek of some ungodly demon. And then the blade fell down, leaving only sinister whispering of cold wind in this accursed moonlit night, while the streams of blood silently passed across those dark symbols on the blasphemous altar. I found myself lying on the cold stony floor trembling and screaming strongly, yet no one could see or hear me, for I was alone in this chappel of sin. When I pulled myself together I concluded that it was just another weird nightmare, and that a good sleep in the warm bed was something I needed badly. But this was not the place nor the time for that, as it was obiously long past after midnight. So I went out again and the breeze of fresh chill from pure nature gave me a new strength to decide that it would be simply the best to await the sunrise awake. Walking still little more around the old chappel, I just then realized that there was not any kind of cemetary, or to be more exact not a single grave, and it surprised and disturbed me, for it was very uncommon. And then I discovered the small pathway on the backside, which led downhill, but in opposite direction from the city. Maybe that was the way to the graveyard, so I followed the path, yet to my another great surprise, at the bottom of the hill was nothing again, only thick grass and weed. Then, by luck or accident, I felt some stronger current of cold air, and it didn't seem to be a natural wind. So, as I followed it slowly, the stench of moist earth became more intensive, when I discovered a rather big fissure in the granite rock. Suddenly I remembered that the librarian mentioned some old closed mine just opposite the chappel, yet I could not remember that it was mentioned in any of those historical books which I have read today. Anyway, it would be too dangerous to venture inside the mine at night, and especially without any guidance or help. But, to be honest, geology, and particularly mineralogy, have been my great secret love ever since the college days. So, as I luckily had one box full of matches and plenty of wood around me, I decided just to throw a quick glance on the first few yards inside. The mine seemed to be rather well built for a person of average height, so I could quite easy pass through the exploited corridors. And though the cool air blew stronger from the lower regions than those above, it didn’t bother me very much, for my attention was occupied by the magnificent beauty of the large crystals which I discovered almost at once. And the deeper I went, more and more different species I found, all in amazing forms and colors. It was rather strange how they have remained so intact, for some of them were very valuable and greatly prized among the collectors, like that nearly opaque yellow zircons, or prismatic blue topaz specimens,and translucent green beryls with very hard yellow corundum. If at that time I only had a hammer and some bag to collect them I would not hesitate a single moment to pick them. But surely I would return here better equipped next week. And I was very glad to see how my simple torch made of oak wood burned rather slowly, so I was quite sure it would endure for another mile or a little more. As it now seemed, this mine had one main hall with smaller corridors branching on both sides almost every hundred yards. And my progress was slow, but still I didn’t venture sideways, for even those with great skill of orientation can get lost underground , which sometimes turns out to be very dangerous when the light fades out. As it seemed this granite formation was relatively young (geologically speaking), for here and there were sedimentary layers of limestone containing small fossils which led me to the conclusion that this was one large cenozoic igneous intrusion. As I slowly, but steadily, progressed with every step deeper downwards, I completely lost the track of space and time. And when my thinking about geology ended I must admit I was quite confused where and how deep exactly I was. But even greater problem than that I discovered very soon, for only three matches were left unburned in my pocket. So I turned backwards to get out as quickly as possible, but I just wasn’t sure anymore was this really the same main hall where I started my exploration. Then I started to go simply in the opposite direction then the previous one, but on the first crossing of corridors I really started to doubt my way, and panic began to increase in my mind. My breathing became quicker and more heavy as I tried to find the main hall, as fast as I could, until I discovered that I was left with only one match. Flame and time were not anmyore on my side and fear suddenly overcame me. At last I decided to follow the corridor in which the air circulation seemed coldest and strongest. But to be really honest, I wasn’t even sure if I was going upwards or deeper downwards. When all hope begain to fail on me luck suddenly turned back into my hands. Or so I believed. I entered some large cave carved into the limestone and it was filled with really beautiful stalactites and stalagmites, some of which were sharp as a giant needles. Here it was more warm and the air was almost completely still. Maybe I was near the surface because almost every cave was made by water erosion, so I hurried to get to the other side of the cave. But to my great disappointment I discovered nothing. Or to be exact, I then wished that my eyes discovered nothing. But as it was, I came into what seemed to be, some large fossile graveyard. My torch began to flicker, but it still gave enough light to show me the hideous truth of what I called “fossil’s graveyard”. In reality it was indeed a graveyard, but of human bones and skeletons. They were mostly broken and mixed, representing sizes from an adult to a small child. Then, I must admit, I felt truly sick because this was not the way to treat human’s remains, with no matter to what someone believed. If one can’t save his pride and dignity during his life, then let him at least have it after his death. That was my deepest opinion. But then my last torch began to flicker, more strongly than before, and so I became aware that obviously this was also going to be the graveyard for me. And, amidst my despairing thoughts, it seemed to me that I suddenly heard a movement. In that moment I wasn’t sure did I feel more fear or more joy. But very soon I knew what I felt, and it was much more than the ordinary fear. I felt horror and dismay like the one that feels each caged animal in its last agony awaiting the inevitable end of everything. But at last it was a blessing that my torch almost completely burned out. For the end which approached me was beyond any horror that human mind could bear. Shadows and silhouettes that came towards me, sniffing the air and shrieking demonically, were something like horribly distorted human forms, yet they didn’t walk normally, but simply moved on all fours, while the smaller ones crept like snakes. Thank God, when they came very close I was standing with my back pressed to the rock and my torch completely burned out, so I didn’t see how this ghastly abominations looked in reality. But very soon I felt their hairy skinny bodies on me, as they threw me violently on the stony floor covered with bones. They gnawed ravenously at my living flesh on every part of the body with the strength of some unearthly beasts. My last screams must have echoed through the whole mine, even to the old chappel on that cypress hill. The pain was absolutely unendurable and my consciousness momentarily descended into merciful oblivion ! " " - Darling ..... darling ! - Mhm ..... what ? - Are you alright ? - Oh ..... oh my dear Lord ..... I'm alive ! - Of course you're alive, you little fool ! - I had a dream ..... such a terrible dream ..... - Yes, I know ...... I heard you whispering, and sometimes even screaming all night through ! - But it seemed so real and true ..... what time is it now ? - It's half past two ..... and I hope you didn't dream some women, did you ? - Oh no, unfortunately not ..... this was a real nightmare and I still remeber almost every detail ! You want to hear it ? - Thanks, but no thanks darling. You kicked and screamed all night so now I really need some good sleep. Without your nightmares dear. - Yeah, I suppose you're right. Well I had enough sleep for tonight. I'll go and write something about this for my friend and his Lost Soul's magazine. - Oh, do what you want. And leave me to sleep finally. It's monday and for a few hours begins our working day. - Damn it, you're right. Good night ..... and sweet dreams honey ! - Don't push it darling ! You know ..... you would sleep better if you were more active in bed with me ..... - Woman, next evening I'm all your's ..... and that's a promise ! - And for the whole evening ? - Hahaha, we'll see that ..... good night my dear ..... - You'll see darling ..... when I get you ..... oh, good night and shut that door ! " " - That was the last conversation which I had with my husband. He went on his work one hour before me, so I didn't see him anymore. Until that damn police phone call ! - Thank you very much for this words. For I must say that he was my best friend. And he still is. My sympathy once again. Goodbye Mrs. " The police report was quite obscure. By evidences collected and few witness reports it was stated that he simply passed over the street in irregular moment and one of the cars from the full traffic hit him at high speed. Ambulance which arrived just ten minutes after the accident only confirmed death, which was most likely instant. As I later gathered from an official obduction report the real cause of death was not the car impact itself, but what appeared to be some kind of a heart failure. But I guess no one cares much about man's death today for it has become just another news. Nothing else. And almost nothing personal. However, I made a little investigation of my own. Police officials were friendly enough, and five days after the accident they gave me the envelope adressed to our magazine. I have read his papers and his incredible story more than a dozen times since then. And later I have spoken with few eye-witnesses of the accident because luckily few of my friends knew them personally. And here I discovered one or two things which were more than interesting. First, and most important, it appears that he was in a frenzied hurry and simply rushed through the crowd, but obviously and unfortunately, on the fully active road. And now that obduction statement about the heart failure becomes very perplexing. For how a man of thirty years, in a good physical shape and with healthy habits, can get a heart failure? And heart anomalies were excluded. I must admit it puzzled me deeply. Yet there was that another thing, which impressed and confused me strongly. Two witnesses mentioned to me that in the exact moment of the accident some large black bird flew directly over victim's head. Or to be completely honest, one younger gentleman admitted to me in confidence that he was quite sure it was a huge bat, like the one he had never seen before. Now I must say that I'm not a very superstitious nor a religious person, but still I always wear a little chain with a silver cross around my neck. And as I very well know, deep down inside his soul he was also an honest believer, but he always considered that wearing a cross was somehow a burden. How now I wish that he wore the one which I gave him on his wedding day. Then maybe everything would be different. But now I must get to the end of this. For him, and for me. So first I had to discover if there ever was a town which he called Croaton. And after three months of unsuccessful research at last I found one old historical manuscript where the name of Croaton was mentioned, but three times only. Yet luckily enough its location was almost perfectly described. So there was no more time to waste, and the next Sunday was the chosen day. EPILOGUE It was an early winter day. Sky was grey and covered with great wandering clouds. Few snowflakes slowly fell beneath my feet. It was very windy, but not too cold. I walked slowly through the old ruins of that small mysterious town which still lingered among frozen weeds. It was completely opposite of what my friend described in his story. But desolation and emptiness still remained. What really destroyed life in this place? Some natural disaster, or some terrible disease maybe. As I thought about it, I slowly climbed up on the top of that cypress hill. Almost nothing was left there, save for a few large weathered stones in the grass between tall dark cypress trees, which bowed deeply to the rush of the strong wind. But one stone caught my attention. It was darker than the others and it stood in the very centre of the hill. And there seemed to be some symbol engraved on it, something like an ancient Egyptian ankh, but fully encircled with some words in latin. The stone was strongly weathered and only fragments could be read. But words like « Vampiria, Sabaoth, Aeternitas and Spiritus Daemonicus « were the ones which were most important to me. While I created almost incredible conclusions, those vivid images from my friend's story became very realistic in my mind. Now all that I needed was one last proof. And I discovered it only fifteen minutes afterwards. At first it was not visible because much of the weed and moss spread among large oak trees, but warm air current showed me the right way. Hidden it was, yet real, and that was all I wanted. As I gazed upon the big fissure in the rock I realized that my fingers gripped tightly the silver cross around my neck, and then I knew what the truth was. But sometimes it is better to leave it burried deep beneath, with sincere hope that no one will ever discover it. And now I shall end this dark story with the mysterious words from the forbidden Necronomicon, because my friend believed that these words kept the secret of the very Existence itself. " That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even Death may die ! " P.S. After all, now when I am back home, and after visiting his grave on the first anniversary of his sad departure, I will end everything with a new hope that his wandering spirit has at last found the peaceful melancholy and joy he always so strongly searched for. Goodbye my dear friend ! " Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust ! " ( Quotes "That is not dead ....." and "O friend and companion of night ....." have been taken from the stories of H.P. Lovecraft. In the second quotation "the baying of dogs" was changed with "the howling of wolves". ) |
nedjelja, 08.10.2006.
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