How could the world go back to the way it was, when so much bad has happened?
Op, op, op, oppa slender style
At first, it was dark.
Oh, of course, my eyes are closed, I thought to myself.
I opened them, to see a dim purple glow coming from tiny dust-like particles in the air. I tried to look at one, but they were impossible to focus on.
I sat up. I was in a room. The floor and ceiling was some kind of stone, the walls were metal sheets, but rusty and ancient.
One wall had an opening, leading into a dark corridor. I didn’t want to go down there.
"Hello?" I shouted at the dark.
"Anybody there?" My voice echoed.
I listened. Not a sound, save for a low rumbling that I hadn’t noticed until now.
I got up and walked towards the corridor. I could see about 10 feet, before it was just inky blackness.
I put one foot into the darkness. Then another. I took one look back at the light, then turned and walked on. After maybe 20 meters, ther was a faint glow in the distance. Another room. I glanced back. I could still see the pinprick of light from the first room. It seemed odd, I could have sworn there were two lights in the distance, not one.
I walked into the next room. It had a small electric lamp embedded in the roof. I couldn’t reach it.
I looked about, to see if there was another path. There was, to my left. Then, I noticed the corridor I had followed to get there had vanished. I began to panic. Where was I? Had I been kidnapped? I faced the next corridor. This one was lighter, and I could see a series of rooms for about 30 meters. I was about to step into it, when suddenly there was a bang, and something darted across one of the rooms ahead. I fell back, petrified. There was something down here with me.
A sense of something breathing down my neck set me off at a run. I ran into the corridor, darting from room to room, getting hopelessly lost, before I realised I was in a room with four solid walls. My vision became blurry, and an ear shattering scream made me drop down to the ground. I waited, minutes, hours. It felt like Aeons. Then I looked up. And it looked down. A dark figure with horrible white eyes on a pale face. Its mouth in a neverending scream, it lunged at me, and I scrambled back. As it descended upon me, I remember looking into its awful eyes and thinking one last thing. “Oh God.”
Eldritch Abominations are a a form of inhuman character, threat, or plot device, depending on just how inhuman they are. As a trope, they most commonly occur in the Cosmic Horror subgenre. Exactly what constitutes an Eldritch Abomination varies from critter to critter and setting to setting, but that undefinable indescribable unpronounceable nature is a good place to start. Eldritch Abominations aren’t native to here, at least not if here is any place that normal folks (or humanity itself) belong. Most importantly, they are rare or unique. If an Eldritch Abomination becomes common place, then the concept has lost something - it’s not just the Monster of the Week or a random Dungeon Denizen, it’s mind-wrenching horror from beyond. Pure living Nightmare Fuel.
List of traits many Eldritch Abominations share:
Tentacles, lots of tentacles
Mismatched amalgamation of different species
Draconic, squamous, reptilian, often winged
Batrachian, amphibian, slick and slimy, bulging and inflating
Molluscoid, octopoidal, (did I mention “Tentacles, lots of tentacles”?)
Arthropodal, insectoid, crustacean, possibly with pincers or eye-stalks
Osteicthyean, piscene, possibly with bulging fish eyes or heaving gills
Indistinct, undulating, or ever changing.
Non-euclidean, possibly a result of higher dimensionality. See Alien Geometries.
So bizarre it drives you mad just to look upon it. See Go Mad From The Revelation
Alien and unearthly.
Mentally alien, not driven by understandable terrestrial motives.
Physically alien, it doesn’t fit anywhere in our taxonomic tables.
Not even based on folklore, it’s just a random assemblage of weirdness.
Resides (or is imprisoned) Beneath the Earth or at the Bottom of the Sea.
Worshiped, summoned, or called by evil cultists.
Slimy. May leave a trail of residue or mucous.
Tentacles, lots of tentacles.
Ranges from a just bulkier than a man, up to the size of a planet (or maybe larger)
What you thought at first was it’s whole body, was later revealed to be a single limb.
What seemed a serpentine head is really just a finger. A finger with a mouth and eyes, but still…
Extra or misplaced facial features. Too many eyes. Mouths in all the wrong places, etc.
Distinct odor, which serves as a clue it was here, or as a brief foreshadowing just before it eats you.
Bizarre abstract technology, math, and/or magic that our puny human brains can’t understand.
Tentacles, lots of tentacles.
I must write down my thoughts, share them with the world.
There are some things we aren’t meant to know about. Things so unreal and horrifying that you can’t comprehend their eldritch nature. Abominations from the ancient world, creatures from beyond this reality. Cast out, because they are not meant for the light. They thrive in the pitch black nothing. They know not of good or evil. They have no desire, nor lust, nor sense of possession. They are the ghosts of things that have not had the chance to exist.
Every once in a while, one gets into this world. A small tear in the fabric of the universe and one will inevitably escape here. Luckily, most are dumped out in the middle of space, and die there, as empty husks. But some do not. Some find their way to the thriving life of this world. Oh they hunger for it. The taste, the smell, the wonders of the world are blinding to them. Old fairy tales, legends, myths. Many are the result of an incursion of these abominations. But they are relatively harmless in small numbers.
On rare occasion, something else happens. A more powerful creature can take a human back to their world. Reality collapses for them, their mind unable to contemplate what is happening. The pain is impossibly powerful, the sheer terror is enough to drive a man mad. And what they see, oh those horrific sights. If there is a hell, that place is the closest you can get. Many die there, few return.
I was always fascinated by this alternate world, pressed against ours. I researched, and explored, slowly putting the pieces together. Fragments of old parchment. Ancient texts. Stories passed down the generations. But I eventually discovered something I had not heard of before. An ancient tale, describing something that happened eons before man walked the earth. Yet, it fitted with what I had seen so perfectly, there is no chance it could not be true.
The tale told that at the beginning of time, a watcher was wrought from nothing. His duty was to keep the two worlds seperate, but he fell into shadow, and lost his name, his soul, and his face. He wanders the earth, searching for the weak, the lost and the lonely, and he takes them through the gateway into this other world, there to observe them tear themselves apart. Those who survive become his slaves, doing his dirty work in this world, preying on those who will not be missed. They are known as the collective.
Many have fought the watcher. All have failed. For he is wrought from nothing, and so cannot be harmed by mere humans. His ability to strike fear and terror make him all the more fearsome. He has many names. The Spirit of the Woods, the Fog Demon, the Tall Man, The Night Watcher, and more recently, The Slender Man.
He has been watching me recently. He knows what I know, and I must tell you all before he comes for me. He may seem powerful, but he is weak, oh so weak. Some time ago, in the early days of man, he was wounded. How, I do not know, but he lost much of his power. If he were ever to regain it, his prey would increase to whole civilizations at a time, the earth would be shrouded in darkness. He is bound by his wound. He must not be allowed to let it heal.
He has grown stronger recently, and I fear he has found a way to break his bonds. More people are being taken, he is even being mentioned on the internet. I beg anyone who is reading this, tell everyone about the truth. Find out how he can be fought, before it is too late. I am just one man, I was not strong enough to find the answer. I failed you all.
He is here now.
Me and Kyle enjoy some fine shitting ourselves.