Friday, December 15, 2017

LUMINOUS WORM

LUMINOUS WORM
“Then he came to the brink; and there he saw a dreadful sight. In the water writhed large and luminous worms, that came sometimes up to the surface, as though to breathe, and sank again.” “In a moment the lantern was obscured as by the rush of 
bat-like wings.”
A.C. Benson, The Grey Cat


Tuesday, December 12, 2017

THE WATCHER

THE WATCHER
"It was a perfectly hairless head and face, the thin ilps were parted in a wide smile of laughter, there were innumerable lines about the corners of the mouth, and the eyes were surrounded by creases of merriment. What was perhaps most terrible about it all was that the eyes were not looking at me, but down among the leaves; the heavy eyelids lay drooping, and the long, narrow, shining slits showed how the eyes laughed beneath them. The forehead sloped quickly back, like a cat’s head. The face was the colour of earth, and the outlines of the head faded below the ears and chin into the gloom of the dark. There was no throat, or body or limbs so far as I could see."
R.H. Benson, The Watcher

Monday, December 11, 2017

PALE HORNED THING

PALE HORNED THING
“And out of the wood leaned a strange pale horned thing, very dim.”
A.C. Benson, The Slype House



Friday, December 8, 2017

SOLD OUT!!!



SOLD OUT!!!!
Thanks to everyone who bought a copy or tried to buy a copy of Yuletide Compendium II!

Thursday, December 7, 2017

DEMON CAT

DEMON CAT

"It was a great grey cat, with soft abundant fur, which turned its yellow eyes upon him lazily, purred, and licked his hand."

"Then the priest was aware of a strange and horrible thing' there sprang softly on the bed the form of the great grey cat, very lean and angry, which stood there, as though ready to spring upon the bird. Then the priest signed the cross and said 'In Nominae'; and as the holy words fell on the air, the cat looked fiercely on the bird,  but seemed to shrink into itself."
A.C. Benson, The Grey Cat

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

HOUND OF DEATH


HOUND OF DEATH
"The light, which came from an opening immediately above the image, showed a horned and bearded head, misshapen and grotesque."

"The figure of a thing, half-man half-goat, crouched as though to spring."



"His small head was laid back on his hairy shoulders, his little eyes gleamed wickedly, and his red mouth snarling fiercely."
A.C. Benson, The Temple Of Death

YULETIDE COMPENDIUM II AVAILABLE THIS FRIDAY!!!

AVAILABLE THIS FRIDAY IN THE YOG-BLOGSOTH STORE!
(11AM EST)
Just in time for Christmas, my follow up to the M.R. James themed Yuletide Compendium 1! Volume 2 is full of monsters inspired by fellow Chit Chat Society member E.F. Benson and his two brothers A.C. & R. H.! These will be limited to 25!

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

HIPPIE HAT BRAIN PARASITE

HIPPIE HAT BRAIN PARASITE
"'You've seen 'em yourself. Plenty. Wide stiff brim, high crown, cut out of a sheet of Tandy cowhide and laced together like a Boy's Life project. Get the picture?"


 "Those hats? Kind of Waylon Jennings cum L.A. pimp culture hats? Well, I can't say I've seen one lately, man."

 "Right! And it's too cold for the motherfuckers, up there, that's why! Add that to the evidence!" 


"What evidence, Merv? What motherfuckers?" "PARASITES," he whispers, "Alien fucking parasites..."

"PARASITES," he whispers, "Alien fucking parasites..." "Listen. This is crucial, man. You think those things are just, like, some stupid kind of hat, right? Maybe THE stupid kind of hat, and that's fucking brilliant. Last thing YOU'D be caught wearing, right? And it's people like you who pose the greatest threat, people with open minds, people who read my books. But I've finally SEEN one, man and I KNOW."



Legs. You said legs?" "Maybe a dozen, more. Kinda browny transparent. Ever see a scorpion that's gotten too big? They get kind of pale and waxy.

No eyes. I saw where the hat had had it's claws in, kinda puppet trip...'"
William Gibson, Hippie Hat Brain Parasite
Read Scott's blog post about this story here.



Tuesday, October 10, 2017

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES II (NYARLATHOTEP)


THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES II (NYARLATHOTEP)


"She saw nothing but a flat tar-black thing dominating the middle of the space. The dark was rendered a bluish brown around it with the heavy stench of vegetation. She held her thumb to her phone, then swiped open the flashlight. The lens flared on but the light was swallowed at once—she saw it pulled out in an oblong smear and it was gone into the black slab."

"Soon the black mass eased out of its gloom and she saw it was a monolith, reaching close to the mossy ceiling. A 2001ish thing, but malformed at its edges. Carol leaned around its side and there was Shanice, on her knees and elbows in the dirt, folded over in supplication with her hands covering her face."
Michael Wehunt, The Loved One



THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES I (NYARLATHOTEP)


THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES I (NYARLATHOTEP)"The light strengthened through the hole and Carol realized Shan was on top of something coming out of the earth. A blank white figure lifting its arms wide, strips of pale flesh unfurling from them like cerements. Long legs bent along dozens of segments, knees popping, cartilage groaning. Shan’s lower body sloped down around the figure’s shoulders."
“'Shan!' she screamed, but still her wife kept her hands clapped over her eyes. Carol knew it wasn’t her, not anymore. It had been, so recently, but she was now nothing more than the living hair of this thing. A stole. A trophy. The figure’s flat round face opened like petals to reveal nothing until the wiry black ropes of the monolith began to flow into it. The creature bulged. Finally Shanice’s hands fell away, dangling beside the opening above the thing’s neck, and Carol saw the face they had been hiding. It was the face of the old woman back in the hallway. It was Shanice’s face. It was Carol’s. In the end it was dozens of gray hatched birds, stretching their mouths open, pining to be fed."
Michael Wehunt, The Loved One