Skrillex - First of the Year [Equinox]



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**Stolen from /x/[<link to the thread] since my post was to large for 'em >:C**
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I'd been over at the pier nearly all day long taking photos with my new digital SLR, and had only recently been able to get back to the photo lab to process the pictures. In the day the pier was a light with activity, ships passed through the port on and off all day till sunset.

Nothing seemed wrong at the time... until I got to my home lab to review the shots I had taken. Most of pictures were trash shots that I didn't find to enthralling. One trash shot though caught my eye, the boat in the shot was quite old looking. The bulk of the boats exterior was made from wood. I could tell that it wasn't some fiberglass construct but was honest to god timber!

It was like a shot out of time this simple trash shot... hell! even the people near the boat seemed misplaced in the modern surroundings. I must've looked at that shot and the several corresponding shots for nearly 4 hours, my stomach growled and shook me from my trance like state. After a small sandwich my attention turned back to the photo's which I hastily printed in the largest size I could.

I took to the photo's with a strong scrutiny not denying even the smallest detail any bit of my attention. The crew of the ship seemed to be an unholy lot, skin as dark as coal for most of them that weren't clad in some hap hazard ragged robes. The full gruesome crew seemed to have a shadow hanging over them almost as if they were emitting the blackish shadow themselves! Looking closer at the photo's containing the ship and its crew I noticed a fair sized crate being, apparently, taken down into the hull of the ship.

The more I poured over the photo's the more an unnatural fear seemed to settle into me trying to get me to tear away from the photo's. In hinds sight I should have listened to the fear that had been gnawing at me.

The next day I returned to the pier... the ship was gone thank god but the area where it had been... strangely the area was non-existent almost as if the pier itself had sealed over to prevent the ships return! I must've passed over the spot looking for any sign of trickery on the strange ships part but found nothing. None of the boards looked out of place and every nail was in its logical place. I only stopped looking when I noticed a few of the other ship folks were staring at me. I went back home and put the whole matter to rest... or at least as much to rest as I could.

Slowly the matter of the ship and the horrible crew eased from my mind, their choke hold on my mind lessened with each passing day. Until that is that the crew returned. The ship was out of my sight , thank god for that, but the crew's presence in the town was like a cold chill that wouldn't lift. With the crew seemed to follow a horrible sense... which soon became more flesh and blood than any Hollywood concoction.

A nightmare walked through the town at night and that damned crew had brought it to our shore! From the pier itself came a deafening silence as to how the creature could have gotten to the town or what the thing looked like. Soon though rumors ran freely mostly of the creatures origins... seems the crew had pulled the creature from some uncharted land.

We soon found out the creature had some ill intent being in a new land it began to hunt. Hunting to satiate its hunger the creature seemed to feel for its victims.

One night I caught sight of the things tail end as it slid through the streets. It was fast and seemed to ooze about for the creature was limbless from what I could tell.

The crew left after only a month though the creature hadn't left... it stayed a week or so and then vanished. People who'd been damned enough to see the thing up close said it was a slimy creature that was a ball of feelers, with tearing claws, a gaping maw, and four ember red eyes that seemed to peer through a soul.

That was the last time I saw the crew... I moved out of the town hurriedly to a small town farther inland... Dunwich is such a peaceful little hamlet.

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