1st Tale
Fantasy and darkness were something which always intrigued Merry, she felt a deep connection to those words and world related to those. She was an aspiring writer, working on a manuscript based on a world of horror itself. But she didn't know how to make a start. All she knew was there must be a world down there and she had to find it. She was scribbling randomly one day, "and then the angel of darkness appeared from smokeless fire." And suddenly a lightning struck somewhere, Merry knew it was there close by. But who cares, she only thought how to make a start.
"You have already made a start!"
Who said that? Merry felt startled! A shadow was standing behind her. She couldn't say word, that shadow moved forward, "Merry Morningstar, you have summoned me from smokeless fire, the angel of darkness, what do you seek?"
Merry somehow answered, "Are you real?"
Shadow stoickly said, "this is not the answer of my question, i ask again what you seek?"
Merry asked, "I need to know about the world beneath this world. The world of horror. Can you tell me, I need to document it."
It seemed that a sinister smile curved on the face of shadow, "You want to know? You will unleash a terrible fate to this dying world of yours, you really want to document it?"
Merry said silently, "yes I want to know."
Shadow hold her hand, "then come with me Merry Morningstar."
Merry could see a world was opening in front of her eyes, a world of horror which she was seeking for far too long. She took her pen and notebook, she must document everything. Oh yeah, she must.
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It has been fifty years since Merry Morningstar's infamous book "The world beneath our world" was published. And it created a seismic movement around the world of literature. The way Ms. Merry Morningstar narrated that world as if she has experienced it and lived it. But she didn't live long to see the aftermath of it. She passed away mysteriously after few months. And those who read it, always said that whenever they go out of the house they can see those shadows lurking around them, eventually no one could go back to the life they used to know. They lived through a living nightmare. And due to that mass hysteria the last remaining copy of that book was burned. But surprisingly no one could find Merry Morningstar's notebook.
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Mr. Lovecraft had an old notebook in his hand, he wasn't sure if it was the real thing or not. After searching a lot he found it from the archive of a mental asylum where Merry Morningstar spent her last days. He opened the page and there it was, "The world beneath our world." Finally! He found it. He read silently, "and then the angel of darkness appeared from smokeless fire."
Was it a lightning strike he heard? Mr. Lovecraft kept reading before he realized a shadow appeared behind his back,
"are you willing to visit the world of horror? Are you willing to visit the world beneath the world?"
Mr. Lovecraft nodded, and he also didn't notice there was a sinister smile on that shadow's face. It whispered,
"Then let me take you there, welcome to the world beneath the world."
bro.
