The Death-Mask

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mythos short story.

Submitted: July 21, 2019

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Submitted: July 21, 2019

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This wasn't the first time for me in the sanitarium; many, many times I have been there due to my delirium-attacks. But this time I felt pretty good and just when I was sure of it that I was doing well, the keeper of the asylum came to me: a tall, blonde haired woman. I got the odd idea that the keepers were bullying us with their weird ways and methods. However, she came to me and told me I was ill, very ill again; but I just didn't feel that way...

 

I got very angry and threw a small glass bottle in the corner of my room, it broke in little pieces. I started yelling and screaming out in agony. How could I be sick? What I've done to make me sick? The only thing I read lately was the "Call of Cthulhu" by Lovecraft, and ok, I read also "Beyond The Walls of Sleep" and "Through the Gates of the Silver Key" and "The Abominations of Yondo" by Clark Ashton Smith. Such tales hadn't the capability for me to make me delirious, I should at least read a Grimoire full with ancient revelations, only such books can make me grow light in the head. However, after I yelled the keepers came to me (because it's forbidden there to become aggressive), and they had the death-mask!!!

 

The death-mask was invisible in color, liquids went through it and it had so many tubes, I will explain further: the long tubes went in your mouth and from behind the death-mask was attached to the back of the head, it was some infusion as in the hospital for through it went some liquid in your blood; water flowed through the mouth and it was impossible to speak and even harder to breathe, I hated the death-mask...

 

After some uncomfortable moments, and after I chilled down and wasn't angry anymore, they removed the mask, finally they took it away. Immediately, I ran to the garden, to the little cramped house I saw standing in the area, and there between the many dark trees and bushes, I called out:

 

"Azathoth, where art Thou?"


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