I stood at the door, my face pale. A cold seat dampened my brow. I turned to look at my companion to see how he was faring. Prepare yourself, Joe. We are about to face something so horrible and evil that I am surprised that the very earth does not reject its presence.
What is this horror? said Joe.
The Drooler in the Dark, the Dog That Should Not Be… I said, my voice trailing off to a whisper.
A Hound of Tindalos! Joe cried as a look of terror crossed his face.
No, far worse. I said as the door swung open, revealing It.
Oh, look at the cute doggy! said Joe, stepping forward to meet the Beast.
No, Joe! I cried, but it was already too late… Continue reading »