THE WHATE HOUSE in Innsmouth Prologue

The house was where a murder had occured. I am an investigator of the police in Innsmouth.

THE WHATE HOUSE IN INNSMOUTH
PROLOGUE


In 1909, I am a police officer in Innsmouth and my partner si Eric Vandal. I go by the name of Jake Johnson. I answered the phone in the police station the voice on the other end said,"There's a body..." The thunder interupted his speech.

Thunder most violently crashed and exploded, the window in the police station lit up with its brilliance. The wind threatened to tear loose the shingles on the hosues, it hurled papers that were caught in its grasp. Stones flew like daggers to strike windows and people on the streets.

"What did you say?" I asked as I listened to his voice saying this to me.

"A body on a fence,..."

"I see a body, Where?" I asked as I struggled to hear his voice more clearly.

"A fence."

"On a fence, Where?"

"The barbs at Dun..."

"Dun and what?" I asked praying I could hear the next word from him.

"And Burrows," the voice said.

"Are you standing in a police call box?" I asked as I tried to grab my pistol and trench coat.

"Yes!"

"Stay there?"

Thunder roared and lightning flashed illinumating the street.

The voice broke up every second word. I had to hold onto the phone to be able to hear the voice on the phone as it spoke. The voice sounded like a man's voice on the line.

I cursed as I saw the rain fall like a shotgun being fired. It pelted every inch of the sidewalk and us. I blew on my hands to have them warm up, the moisture tore through my gloves, that were fur lined. The chill was very deep and strong. It sank like a stone as it arrived in water into my flesh. I said,"Christ. That wind is going to kill someone some day."

Eric said,"What are you complaining about? There but a chill in the air lad." He laughed as he opened the door to be engulfed in its cold. Steam rose from his mouth as he stepped beside me. There was grin on his mug, that made my blood boil. He liked the cold, but not the rain. It ran down his cheeks to soak into his coat's neck.

The storm explodes of the scene where the man is standing, his leg was crossed over the back of his other leg, We are racing to the scene of the man waiting for us to arrive. He was looking our way, as we approached. He was a bull of man, muscles everywhere, he was gritting his teeth.His breath smelled of vomit and whiskey.

I shivered as I walked toward the man in the police box. He was shivering, he smelled of vomit. and whiskey, If I was to judge him by what I saw protruding from his overcoats pocket, there dangled from his other pocket a gold chain for no doubt his pocket watch. He looked to be well to do, I questioned, how he could be caught in this god forsaken storm that rose up and engulfed the coastline.


I found a man dressed in a business suit, smoking a cigar. He looked into my eyes and said,"Well. Can I leave now. I am partially drowned thanks to you." He ground his gloved hands into his pockets.

"Where's this body?" I asked, looking around for the body I expected to see on the street. I did not see anything in the shadows from the huge oak trees that surrounded the esate and its house, but it was dangling from the fence top, held there by its spikes that made up its top.


I saw flames burning inside the house through the windows of the estate. I approached the house, the verender was sheltering the porch. It had a banister on it. I thought perhaps that was where he had come from.

"What do you mean, Where's the body? Can't you see it hanging there?" he askes me facing me he lifts his right arm to point at the fence. Suddenly as a Lightning bolt flashes on the sidewalk, the pavement looks wet. The wind was howling like a banshee. It was cold enough to freeze my blood in my veins. I turned toward where he was pointing. I shivered as the cold moisture got under my jacket to freeze my skin in its tentacles of ice.

Eric patted me on the shoulder and laughed. He said,"Its right there, infront of our bleeding eyes. Lad! Can't you see it. Clean the lenses on those glasses of yours. Than you will be able to see. Won't you?"

I saw a man hanging off the fence, i didn't see him before the lightning bolf fell on the sidewalk. I put my nightstick in my belt, I approached the body hanging there.
Steam rose from my mouth and nose.

The body was white, it could have been from the blood lose in his body. His eyes were huge looking as if they would roll from his head. I thought I recognized his face from somewhere, but where I could not place, until I saw a press card fall from his wallet to touch the wet earth. He was a reporter from the Innsmouth Journal. He had a bare head, his nose had large nostril and beneath it was handlebar mustache. His lips were thin, the bulbous nose was red with blood. His eyes were blue as the scenic sky. His mouth hung agape. His dress shirt had a starched cuff. `His cufflinks and his jacket's cuffs were visible, but were stained in charcoal from the fire that had occurred in the house.

I said,"I thought I knew him from somewhere?"

"The press card reads, Richard Rolland. The Innsmouth Journal he's a reporter for them." Eric said as he drew up the sopping wet press card.

When I touched his jacket, a notebook fell out of his interior jacket pocket, I scooped it up and put it in my jacket's pocket before Eric could get it. I smiled happily.

I saw something large that had fellen from his hand to arrive on the long grass that grew there. The blades were crushed beneath it, Beneath his left hand was a statue that looked like a bat, if you looked at its back. It had a head that resembled a squid, arms, and legs that were humanoid, with talons for feet and hands.

I headed toward the door of the estate. The door seemed to be open, I could see flames rising up from the buildings interior. I charged inside, I saw three sofas there, with six end tables/ There were two woman's body in lo ng elegant evening gowns/ There were two men dressed in suits and ties. There was a woman laying on a coffee table with her heart removed from her chest.

Another man was dressed in a lounge coat, his hands held a knife with a serpentian design, He was holding in his hands to a being that looked remarkibly like the atatue I saw when I approached the body in the yard. The man handed the being the heart.

I drew my pistol to stop him from doing this. The gun fired once catching the man in the chest, the being turned to face me. It raced toward me. I fired and fired till there were no more bullets in my gun.

The being turned and advanced toward me. It swung its taloned hand toward me, it caught me by the wirst, driving pistol from my grip. The man I shot fell onto his back, blood running from his chest cavity. The woman laying on the sofas did not move a solitary musclde.

My partner stepped inside the room. He saw the being charge out the door on the left side of the room, he chased after it.

I saw the flames as they bathed the house in its light. Smoke clawed its way up the walls. The men on the sofas were dead as well as the women there.

I found a map on the table where the woman lay. She looked firghtened to death. If her heart wasn't plucked from her chest. She looked beautiful if you could see her before this had happened her hair was blonde, it went to her waist. the corset she wore was with a floral design of lace. The stays for the corset were red. Her stockings were supported by them.

Eric raced inside the room, he found a diary there that was open. He picked it up and removed it form the room. He shoved me aside, dragging me with him.

The man we spoke to said he was hearing chants coming from within the house as he stepped inside grounds, he saw the body hanging there. That's where he stopped moving.

Eric called the coroner to see what he could learn from the body that was there. The coronrer arrived with his horse and carriage.