THE WHATE HOUSE in Innsmouth c1 - C5

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

Whate House in Innsmouth

C1



In 1909, I was a police officer in Innsmouth, and my partner was 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 interrupted his speech. I could hear it clearly, the wind blowing through the streets. I expected not to hear him afterwards, that the storm would carry the little box away where he was standing. But he was still there.. The wind threatened to tear loose the shingles on the houses; it hurled papers that were caught in its grasp. Stones flew like daggers struck windows and people on the streets


Thunder established itself most violently as it crashed and exploded outside of the stationhouse, the windows in the police station lit up with its brilliance. The station had several constables and detectives in it. The people there were glum, a few officers walked inside the house, water sped off their garments to shower the floor with its mildew. One constable sneezed, tears ran from his eyes..


"What did you say?" I asked as I listened to his voice saying this to me. I heard the thunder as it roared and the water hammered the place it sounded like a typewriter keys hammering a page. I heard the wind scream I thought the box would become to fly away as a sparrow would from a hawk’s taloned feet, as it shlifted and shook like a hula dancer's hips..


"A body on a fence...". the voice said along with a throaty cough. blew his nose. that I barely heard him, I would have to hear him.


"I see a body, Where?" I asked as I fought to hear his voice more clearly. I could have someone else take this case, but knew no one else would want to do this. I winced as I saw the wind hurl a newspaper and debris across the streets; it threatened to pull people from the sidewalk and toss them about in the area with the force of a cyclone. I bit my lip, as I tried to hear his voice more clearly.I lifted a cup from its hook. I put it down to put some honey into the cup, and grabbed the kettle from the pot-bellied stove top, Steam poured from it, I poured the water into the cup.

"On a fence…"


"On a fence, Where?" I asked,.

I looked across the room to see my partner who was laughing as if there was nothing to worry about. He walked toward me, not a hair out place, I did not know how he did this. His shirt was perfectly pressed, and his jacket lay across the back of the chair. where he was seated until he saw me lift the phone from its cradle. His right hand crashed against my shoulder, nearly driving me to my knees. When he got there. His mustache was large and thick. he was in a good mood. It figured that he was happy. He was crazy loving storms that exploded and burst across the city streets. Water was something he loved as much as he loved lightning and thunder that deafened everyone within its range of hearing.


"The barbs at Dun..."


"Dun and what?" I prayed I couldn't hear the next word from him. I looked at my partner, standing there lifting a cup to his mouth to wash whatever he was eating down his throat, and burped. He lowered his cup to the table beside where I sat.


"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. Motioned for Eric to grab his jacket from where it had been sitting before I answered the phone.


"Yes!"


"Stay there?" I needed to see this witness, have him show me the body. Because I doubted I could see anything there, the rain would muck up my glasses. I headed toward the door.


The door shuddered and shook. Rain ran off the handle to fall on the floor.


I touched the door handle and drew my hand from it. A chill got to my hand from the handle. I winced as I reached inside my jacket to grab my fur-lined gloves to protect them.. Eric handed me, my hat, at least its brim would keep the rain off my specs.


My hand felt frozen, I struggled to force the door open. When the door moved past its mooring, the door ripped open as if it was like a hot knife going through butter. It nearly hurled me from the floor I stood on. I dangled from the knob, my partner grabbed me by my other arm to drag me back to the stairway. My feet were nowhere near the stairs that were there; I hung three feet below it.


Thunder roared and lightning flashed, illuminating the street.


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 warm them. The moisture tore huge rents in my gloves. Its chill sank very deep beneath my skin and sank like a stone in water to my flesh. I expected to see blood spill from the crevices in my flesh as I moved my fingers about. But I did not see it..


I said,"Christ. That wind is going to kill someone someday."


Eric said,"What are you complaining about? There is a chill in the air, lad." He laughed as he stood there trying to get me on the stairs to move down them. The wind closed its arms to smother us in its chilly and deathly embrace. We were engulfed in its cold. Steam rose from our mouths as he stepped beside me. There was a grin on his mug that made my blood boil. He liked the cold. It ran down his cheeks to soak into his coat's neck. He smiled and laughed at my displeasure with it.


C2


A man stood in the police box.at the moment was looking toward my partner and me as we approached him. A flash of lightning showed him in its brilliance. He blew on his hands. His hair was concealed in a bowler cap. A cigarette dangled from his lips. His eyebrows were bushy.,his chin had the beginnings of a beard, no mustache. The cuffs of his shirt were visible, thanks to his overcoat, which did not cover them or his jacket’s cuffs. I saw a chain run to his jacket pocket.He was a bull of a man. There was fog from his breath from the chill in the air. . The wind threatened to tear loose the shingles on the houses; it hurled papers that were caught in its grasp as if they were nothing,. Stones flew like daggers striking windows and people.

He said,” Look at it. The body right there!” he pointed into the shadow of a big deciduous tree I saw a darker shadow within its shadow.. The dark shadow in the shape of a body hanging off the fence top. He grabbed my forearm, forced me to look at the body hanging from the fence to truly look.. Pointing at the body hanging from the fence. He brought his hand up to steer me toward the body dangling from the top of the fence. It looked as if he had been carrying something in his hands,.and he said,” Look? At him! Don’t you see his body! Jesus, what happened?”


I wrote down the information that I gained from him. I looked at him, my pencil dangled from my hand. I wanted to have him calm down. Did he hear any sound? Probably not over the thunder that was roaring here. The body was almost invisible, thanks to the tree’s shadow falling over the body. A flash of lightning allowed me to see the body lain across the fence’s top.


Looking over at the body, I put my hand under his chin to look into his face. He has van Dyke facial hair. I looked at his face, seeing that blood had vacated his skin. The face I saw, but could not place it anywhere I had seen it. However, when I lifted one of his eyelids. I saw the blue eyes, which was how I knew him.


The reporter was known for stating things that could not be true. He had made himself a nuisance of himself with the wealthy and well to do. I thought his stories were rubbish. But he did not run from a fight. He was known to fight with dirty gloves. What had brought him to this place. Or who had brought him here? I did not know nor would I wish too.

It was said he had an informant. I could see him creeping inside the house. This is my belief in this matter. I knew I had to get in there at 3:15 on Oct. 31. I had seen a large figure stumbling inside the house. I felt a chill as it slipped inside my jacket as I slipped up behind the figure It turned to see if there was anyone behind it.


I froze.The chill began to make my nerves stand further on end. I was afraid, it stopped turning when it had began to stop. I did not feel that it had seen me. It continued to walk back inside the house.


I trembled as I continued to advance toward it. When it had looked at where I was. A lightning had stopped flashing, I was concealed in ithe darkness, I felt reassured as it turned to enter the house.

Had I been seen, when it looked at me. I thought I had alluded its eyes from reaching me, I bit my lip, I tasted my blood as it flowed inside my mouth. The shadows would be less now that I was on the grounds of the house, instead of near the trees which provided shadow and its fence would be able to provide me with shadow but it was no longer going to create any shadow.


The being stumbled a few more feet before it entered the house. It turned to face me.


I dove to the ground.


Did it see me? I did not know, if I hadn’t been seen. My nerves were on edge. It turned to continue on in.


I crawled across the ground in a fashion that one would do to protect one’s self from gun fitre of the enemy watching the surroundings. I slipped inside the house, the being was thirty feet away from me.

it walked into the living room, in the middle sat three large sofas with a table in the middle.


There lay two women dressed in long elegant evening gowns, with cocktail gloves on their hands. The gowns were pulled up over their hips. They had makeup on their faces. They lay on the sofas with the one that was in the middle was vacant of life aside from the man in the grey smoking jacket and at his feet was a dagger.

It had advanced toward the women who were sitting on the couch, They laughed as they saw it appear there. I heard their laughter, the three men stepped away from the women there. It had walked to the burnette first, and the woman began to knead her breasts. She was gasping. Her other hand lifted her skirt up.


The being had an erection that was more than just noticeable. It sank its erection into her. She screamed, begged for it to continue on in doing this her brow began to have beads of sweat upon it. Her hands seemed to try, and claw deep gashes into its back.


It stepped away from her. She looked as though she had fallen asleep.


I was watching it do this. The three males laughed and talked jovially as it stepped away. The other woman had made herself to allow it to pleasure her.


It stopped, looked at where I was. I leapt away from its view. It began to make a beeline for me. I was praying it would not find me. The males also headed toward where me.


They reached the doorway, I crawled behind a set of shelves there. They looked about but did not look at the floor where I was laying. One of them nearly stepped on my hand, the shoe brushed my hand.


There was a scent of fish in the air, and decay met my nose. I was tearing, the scent held my stomach at ill at ease. My stomach wetched. Vomit spilled and spewed across the floor.

No one smelled it, but me. The four things went back to where they had been before. The woman was gasping, her breath came in heaving breaths. Sweat ran down her cheeks. She leapt at him. Mounting him like an elk in search of its mate.


I was relieved that it did not witness me being here. My blood ran cold. The chill encompassed my body entirely. There was a table between the two sofas where the women lay on their backs. This table was between the two sofas having another in the middle.


The man dressed in the lounge coat handed the being a sheet of parchment. He had written something on this parchment,with his own blood. He handed it a quil to write on it. It lifted the quill, it cut its taloned hand to allow its blood to sign the contract.


I watched as the man dressed in a lounge jacket climb the stairs to the upper room, he carried a woman dressed in a corset with floral lace cups in his arms. with a woman’s body wearing a corset with lace cups for her breasts to be held in. The stays were satin with black closures, and the stockings black having reinforced heels and toes. She lay on her back, her lower legs hung off the table, and her upper arm also hung off of it. Her hair hung down to the floor from the table, her head lay to my right.
He stopped at the coffee table . He put her on the coffee table.


I wondered what was on the contact that they created here. I knew it was a contract as it was written in blood.


I waited awhile. Then the man lifted a dagger up to slit the woman’s floral cup on her left side. The woman still slept. One of the floral cups was torn on the left side. Blood spilled from there to wash across her breast and valley between her breasts. Her eyes were wide enough to roll out of her head. I expected to see her eyes roll out of the skull. Her mouth was agape. It looked as though she was being sacrificed; there was a bowl in the middle of the coffee table.

He said,"She is yours to have!" He laughed, and had put his hand on its shoulder, the being turned to look at the body. It opened its arms as he handed it the bowl with her heart in it. It lifted the heart from the bowl and bit into it. Blood ran down its arm as it supported her heart in its hand.. The being spread his tenatcles to allow it to bite into her heart which was still beating. Which it did without seeming to realise it was being watched by me. It put the heart down on the table beside her feet. A glow filled the air, where she was. It rose from out of her chest, the glow filled the heart and it covered her body


I crept further inside the room, there were tapestries hanging from the walls of castles rising from the ground, the stais looked unlike any stars that I have ever seen. The banisters were carved of oak and with railings of gold.


It crept away from the people there, It had nearly stepped upon me. I rolled behind the sofa’s. Held my breath. I was afraif they would hear it if i do this


They did not look at me, they hadn’t seen me. I peed my pants. They had began to approach me. I crawled toward the coffee table, I lifted her back so I could gain the contract that was written there. I drew it up to put it into my jacket.


The men looked at me, their mouths hung agape. Their eyes had grown large. My skin crawled up my back. My breath caught in my throat. I scrambled away from them. They were chasing me. I leapt toward the fence, but didn't make it.

He saw another line of light appear from the being's hands to the other people there.They too began to become covered in the glow that covered the body of the woman in the corset.

The bodies vanished in the light. I stole the statue that was there, I carried it with me out of the house. This is what I had done. I wrote my notes so as that my parents would not have tp worry about me. They are unaware of what I was doing here.

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It was that of a reporter who had come here to investigate the Whate family, having come from Arkham. He had been hounding us, trying to find answers to his questions. He was like a dog chasing a cat. He would not let up in his pursuit of knowledge of the Whate family. He was a reporter for the Innsmouth Journal.

His eyes were bloodshot. The body looked as if it had been frightened. If I were to judge how the body looked. I saw the body there. It hung from the barbs that made up the top of the fence. The body smelled of decaying fish and seaweed. His shoulder had some seaweed on it. His body was in an overcoat hanging over the fence top, with his arms hanging down toward the ground.


I saw beneath the right-hand lay an enormous statue of a being lying on its back, the blades of grass rose up about the object that fell there. When I lifted the object from the stalks of grass. When I looked at the figure sitting on a chair, there were two taloned with three digits having a bone jutting out from the base of the hand and foot. The statue’s left taloned hand held a heart. Its fingers numbered three in each hand. On its back were wings like a bat that rose from its back, which were three feet across. They were spread. Its head looked like a squid’s body, its tenacled face had parted where its maw was to show its mouth to the viewer, and its back and chest cavity looked humanoid. Beneath it was a stone base with strange markings on it.


I pondered what this person had seen. He looked mortified. The body looked as if he had tried to jump over the barbed fence's top. The wall of the fence was masonry work. The barbs cut into his chest and groin. The barbs were covered in blood that dried there from his body, having flowed down to the masonry work there. He appeared to have looked over his shoulder to see what was behind him. His eyes were large, and his skin was White. His mouth was agape; it seemed as though he was trying to say something, but I did not know. Nor could I guess at what he won’t have said. I looked over his shoulder as he hung there to see the house of the Whate. In all its beauty, I felt fear slip and claw its way up my back tearing deep rents in my skin to allow it to be there as I spied the house. My hair stood on end. I shivered.


He was wearing a leather jacket. He looked as if he had tried to jump the fence that was there. The paper in his pocket had been written in lead that I didn’t try to read now. The lightning was bright, but vanished as soon as it came into being. I withdrew his notes from his inside pocket of the overcoat to put them into my inside pocket. I felt the chill of the weather upon it.


I knew that no one lived here any longer. The people steered clear of the house. Thanks to the stories we had heard about the house. The stories made us believe that there were ghosts in the house. The house looked as though something or someone was there presently. I did not believe what I was seeing. I advanced toward the abandoned house.


A chill crawled across my spine, and I shivered, but not from the cold but from what my mind was suggesting to me. My breath caught in my throat. What happened here? My nerves were on edge, its chill froze my blood in its veins.


The door was open wide, but was hidden beneath the garbled roof of the porch. Why was it open? I knew that the Whale family had made a motion to have the house sealed from prying eyes. It looked as if no one tried to pick the lock to the door. I was concerned, could someone be there?

My nerves grew most sensittive to anything that was wrong. I thought I saw some shadows that resembled human beinsg. There were three men standing before the sofas where I saw shadows of women laying on them both leaving the third one in the middle empty. A chill slipped into my veins. My breath came in heaving gsaps. There was a chill that made me shiver.

One of the women looked toward where I was standing deep within the shadow that made up the terrace. I froze. Was I seen? She turned toward the man nearest her. i was relieved. her eyes no longer looked at where I was standing.

I heard chants that came from their mouths. What was happening here? I wanted to make sense of it in anyway to make sense. I could not do this, The figures looked about the room, I stood in the shadow of the terrace.I pressed myself as close as I could to the wall of the house.

I heard another sound coming form their left from a door to what I would believe to be the study. I could not make out what I was hearing from that direction. A figure who had a cone for a hat walked toward them. The women reacted as if they were charged with something involving their libido heightened to the highest point in their lives.

I stepped on the stairs, which creaked. I nearly jumped out of my skin. My lungs struggled to find air with which to breathe. Sweat rose on my brow and arms. My nerves were on edge. My life hung in the balance, my hand slipped into my pocket to draw a colt 45 to protect myself.

One of the men stepped toward where I had been when I stepped on the creaking board. I leapt off the terrace tp crash into the brush that were unkept. Grass rose up like bamboo stalks. I crashed heavily into the bush, its branches tried to hold me there in its clutchs. I struggled snapping the branchs which made a lot more noise than what I had made when I stepped on the terrace,

The figure stopped at the doorway and returned inside the house.


I turned around and ran back to my partner. My breath could not fill my chest. It came in gasps. My hand trembled as I returned to my partner. I reached out to touch him, and he nearly jumped up to the moon. He dropped the gas lantern on the ground; its light vanished in a cloud of darkness that consumed the light.


“Jesus! You scared me. What did you see?” He asked as he brushed a lock of hair from his eyes. A flash of lightning showed that he was pale as bleached flour. His eyes were wide open. His eyes darted away from the body and me after having rested on me for no longer a hear beat..


“Sorry about that. I think you should join me in going into the house.”, I said as soon as I recovered my breath enough to speak. It sounded like I had croaked these very words. My hand trembled.


I was trembling. I walked with him into the house. I was afraid of what I saw there. There was a scent of blood in the air. Eric felt assured that the people who were there may need some help that we could bring to them,


We heard chanting as we approached the house. I walked through the open doorway. The walls were covered in strange script that we were unable to read, and pictures on some of the walls were what the aboriginals would draw. The drawings made my bladder go.

Vanadal asked,"What's wrong"

I said,"You have to see what I have seen there?"

"Really what's wrong"

"I saw bodies in the house."

"You saw bodies you say. You say, you saw! What do you mean?"

"You have to see?"

"I do. Do I"

He stepped on the stairs, the stairs creaked, I jumped up. He put his hand on my shoulder to cause me to be aware that I did not have to flee just yet. He got to the terrace. He stepped through the entrance way as if he had nothing to worry about. I knocked him off his feet to crash into the wall beside the entrance.

I was trembling, my mouth had grown dry. My skin was pale. I grabbed him as he tried to enter the room.

"You told me you wanted to go inside the house! What's wrong with you ? Let's go inside?" He said as he tried to pull out of my grasp.

"I don't want to be seen going there. We have to be cautious going there. Look at the sofas. What do you see?"

Vandal looked inside the living room. He saw nothing amiss. He asked,"I see three sofas, a coffee table, and a rug. Why? What do you see there?"

"Nothing!" I tugged at my collar as I tried to allow more air into my lungs. We crawled inside the house.

Lightning lit the sky. Thunder roared. The house was as still as a grave. The house had a large hallway. In the middle of the hallway was a stairway with a huge balcony and a terrace at the top. The interior was shrouded in darkness. Or so we believed. The reason I say this is due to what we found there.


Candlebras were on the end tables at the end of the sofas; the candles had been extinguished. Cigars and cigarettes were lying in ashtrays.. There lay a White powder on a sheet of glass, in a line. I suspect it is Coca.


My right hand slipped inside my pocket to touch the handle of my pistol. My hand slipped and slid off my pistol. I tried to grab it, I began to feel that I was in danger.


The air smelled of shit and urine; there were puddles of shit beneath the woman’s rear, and urine filled the air. The men had puddles beneath them. The air stank. Eric put his hand over his mouth and nose; he was gagging from the scent. Blood was pooling from the woman’s chest where her heart had been removed.


I stood there looking at the empty sofas and the blood-stained coffee table. The wind tore through the house. The wind touched down on the furniture that was scattered throughout the room. It was as if someone poured water over a soapstone carving. The only thing that was there was nothing..


“What the devil happened here in this room?” Eric asked as he looked at the couches and the rest of the living room contents.


“I don’t know…” I said as I looked at Eric.


I looked at the furniture without any bodies on it. I know I had seen them. Didn't I? I questioned what my eyes had seen when I looked at the furniture. There was no indication that I had seen what I saw. But there was evidence there. The scents that made my eyes water. I saw piles of shit on the sofas and beneath the table, and there was blood and piles of it as well.

I wanted to tell Vandal what I had seen, but if I did. Would I be considered sane? I did not wish to go to asylum in Arkham. That was where they would no doubt put me if I have told them what I had seen here. It would not help me doing this! Would it!.

I found a ring laying on the rug, beside the table. I lifted it from where it rested. Also a dagger that was used to remove her heart. Having a crossbar with tentacles forming its guard open.


The floor was coated in seaweed, and a scent of rot and decay. When I looked at the floor, I saw circles on it, about 3 inches in width. Some looked as if they were pulled across the floor. The woman’s body, without a heart, had seaweed on it; the heart with a gash that was in the shape a quarter of a circle.


The scent made my stomach heave, and vomit spilled out to fall upon the floor. I stood there looking at the body with my lantern to see with. When I lowered the lantern, he bolted for the door through which we moved.


My partner looked appalled at the bodies in the house, he walked toward the rooms to the right and left of the living room. We heard a wind howl from the room on the right. This is where the circles originated from. So we believed. It looked to have been with three talons per foot.


He had seemed most interested in the body on the fence to the house. He looked at the house, its upper floor had a terrace, and one of the rooms there had its door to the terrace open. We could see a curtain move through the chamber. The wind was blowing through the left door. I peered inside the open doorway.


The house should have been vacant, yet there were these bodies on the ground floor, and seaweed also fell across the floor to the coffee table. Where the map was stained with blood, where the body lay, its heart removed.


Some seaweed lay across the end table to its right. The circles were two feet from each other. The strides looked to have been six inches away. The circles to be lifted away on their right and left of each other. There were four marks per foot. Tears and blood were staining the rug that was there. It came from the left doorway.


“What the hell happened here? Why are there people here?” Vandal asked as he stepped inside the living room. He walked toward the door on the right side. The room had a pendulum clock there by the door. There were plates on the walls, there were statues of knights on each wall, beside the banistered staircases.


“I don’t know what the reason was for them to have been here,” I said as I stepped back inside the house.


Vandal opened the door to find a study with books adorning each wall, and scrolls lay on the shelves in the walls. There was a pouch of tobacco as well. There was a bottle of rum half full sitting on a writing table, having an ink pot there, with its quill lay on its side on the table. Beside a chair, there was a door open, with seaweed in the entrance way from outside. The handle of the veranda was visible, with kelp lying on the handle; the rocks outside had some kelp on them. The rocks were barren of debris, but they had them.


He walked out to see the outside from there. It was on the side of a cliff, and there was a wharf there. A vessel would have been docked there. But there was no vessel there now.


A diary lay open on an end table with a gas lantern there, not turned on. There was coca in a pouch in the cushion on its left side. Volumes lined the walls of this room, as did scrolls on the other walls. He looked at it, lifted the diary from where it rested there.


He looked at the diary and saw the words… I know he will call. It is time for him to arrive. I have arranged for him to have his gift. It will be found in the living room. October thirty-first was the date.


“How did he know it would be here, and what was it?” Vandal asked as he walked into the living room where I stood. I had gone to the police box to call for an autopsy to be done. Here.


Eric lifted the diary up and carried it with him into the room where I still stood looking at the now empty sofas, and on the coffee table now had a map on it. I scooped it up and carried it further away from the bodies that were no more. Nothing remained there to suggest that they were there. Fear stole upon my heart and mind.The furniture also fragmented into nothingness not spec remained in the room. Flames sped across the rooms of the house.


The wind made my body cold, and the lightning caused me to jump with each bolt that lit the sky. The thunder made it impossible to speak through the police box. The wind tore away at my clothes.


I looked out the doorway to see the coroner walk toward the body dangling from the fence’s top. His horse and carriage arrived there, and his driver sat on the bench watching the house. The coroner walked toward the body hanging there. The statue lay on the ground before his outstretched hand and arm.


I stepped out onto the veranda to look at him. He turned on his camera to shoot the body hanging there. The flash showed the body in its white light. His waistcoat was visible in its brilliance, and his shirt's collar was starched. His front had fallen onto the fence top, and some of these spikes protruded through his back and lower abdomen. His body and its appearance unnerved me his face suggested that he was scared..


The coroner looked at me as I stood there, blowing on my chilled fingers. He said,” Is that all there is to look at? Jake..”


“There are seven bodies there in the main room, but i don’t think you’ll want to go there! The house is a tinderbox I am afraid. One was killed by a knife, the others looked as if frightened by something that killed them,” I said as I looked at him. He lifted the camera and carried it with him. His top hat was holding away the rain that pounded him as he stood there,


“Six bodies, you say?” Fredrick said as he walked toward me. “Where are they?”


“They were inside the house,” I said. I waited a few more minutes to talk to him, I did not know what to expect from him, but I know I have to tell him what I have seen happen here. None of it made sense to me, I doubt it would to him.


“Why did you say were?” Did they go somewhere?” he looked into my face, his burrow covered in furrows as he waited for me to continue. His hand was currently holding the figure's right hand, he released the arm to fall toward the ground.



“Yes! They went somewhere?” I said as I peered into his face. My stomach sank.


“Anything odd about these bodies?” he asked as he walked to the door where I stood blocking the entry. I stepped aside to allow him to enter the house.



I was hearing the sound of fire as it spread like a virus through a body. The flames began to move against the remnants of a building that caught fire. The flames began to crawl and climb across the beams of the mansion. Smoke slithered and crept across the building's walls.


“Yes, one was sacrificed. It looked as though the victim was dressed in her corset.”


“Is that all? You can tell me!” Frederick said as he lifted his hat to see my face beneath its brim.


“The other bodies look as if they were frightened by something?”


“Frightened, you say, is there any odor?”


“The air is filled with the aroma of shit and ammonia. It was around the six bodies there, also rotting kelp,” I said.


The coroner looked at the flame ravaged house. “What happened here?”


“We don’t know what has happened here?” Vandal said as he looked into his face.



WHATE HOUSE IN INNSMOUTH

C3


Vandal was acting as if he was frightened upon arriving at the grounds of the estate, he really believed and was knowledgeable of the occult. He looked as if he was frightened upon arriving at the scene. He was ill at ease that he was being asked to come here. Why he was so concerned I did not know the answer to this question that gnawed away at my nerves.



We carried in the evidence to look at that I gained from the reporter. The notepad’s cover was damp from the rain that fell..


“Why had the journalist leaped onto the fence? It looks as though he was scared.” a fellow detective asked as he looked at the photo of the body of the journalist on the fence. He looked at the statue. He shivered, his skin blanched. He drew away from the photo and the file folder he carried over to us. He refused to walk anywhere near us. He winced, and shook his head.


I wanted to know why he was acting like this. So I said, ”What’s wrong Phillip? Why are you trying to put distance between us? Have we done anything wrong?”


“Its just that house, do you know anything about the house that you are investigating?” he said as he looked away from my face as he said,”Do you know anything about the house?”


“Should I?” I asked as I turned to face him, my hand hung above the typewriter’s keyboard, I waited for him to say something to me.


A woman approached me as I sat there in front of my typewriter. She stopped as soon as she arrived before me on my right side. She was wearing Whate gown, her eyes resting on my shoulder. I turned to face her, there was a scowl on her face, barely concealed by the veil she was wearing. I recognised her face, it was very similar to the face of the woman who was sacrificed in the house. There were tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, “You found…”


“Please, take a seat. Tell me what you wish for me to hear.” I said.


“No!” She screamed as I lifted my burt from the chair I was seated in. She bolted away from me like a buck expecting to be shot. Turning on her heel. She tore out of my way. I stood there holding my pencil in my hand. I did not know her. She was wearing a veil over her face. She stepped into a carriage as it rode away. I shrugged my shoulders, I knew I couldn’t catch up with her, whoever she was.


Vandal looked at me; he seemed confused, as did I. Vandal lifted the press card of the writer we found on his body. He proceeded to his feet to join me in my walk to the street. This was supposed to happen at 3 fourteen in the morning.


That time was significant because this was when hauntings usually occurred at this time. If I believed in such hogwash. It was allegedly when it would happen. The house where the woman told me to be was a house that was haunted, especially on May 31 or Halloween. At the hour of three and the minute hand was on the fourteen. I did not know what was to happen in the estate. I suspected my fellow partners wished to prank me or so I believed.


“We did not know the answer to this question. But we have his notes!” I said as I opened the pad to read the notes.


His notes read,

“I entered the Whate House this evening. I was told that there would be something odd happening there on this night. The person who supplied me with these words seemed scared to say anything else to me. The voices sounded as though they were chanting something or singing a hymn. This was until I stepped further into the house. When I entered the study to watch what was happening there. I had seen a figure walk toward the house from the rear. This figure was about eight feet tall if one was to judge what appeared to be its hat on its head. It moved in a crouched manner toward the house, I saw something ride from its back like wings perhaps.


The thunder hid its footsteps arriving before the house. I couldn’t see it clearly, but was able to visualize what I told you it looked like. Colors I could not see with the light from the lightning.


The living room was lit by candle light, the air smelled of sulfur and ammonia. In its flickering light I could see the bodies.


Finding seven people in the room. Five of whom were talking animatedly to each other. There was one who did not speak, it walked into the living room.I advanced towards the five people.


One of the people not speaking lay on her back on a coffee table as if she was asleep. It looked like a satanic ritual. I think I had seen a being with a pointed hat on its head, It walked if you could call it that. More like shuffled into the house. It came in through the rear of the house.


I stole it the same way it had come into the house. It looked as if no one could walk up from the rear of the house as it was a cliff there a hundred feet from the ground. I crept up on the interior of the house,


I saw five people talking amongst themselves. They seemed animated in speech; there was a noble wearing a monocle, with a lounge coat on his frame within this group of people. He wore White gloves. He was smoking a pipe. I suspect he is James Marsh. Yes, the same one that was accused of making a compact with the devil.


The other two males were dressed in suits and overcoats. They appeared to have been out on the town with their mates, who were dressed in evening gowns with plunging neck lines, pearls adorned their necks, and their heels were worn by them. They seemed surprised to see him here with this woman lying on the coffee table. He gave them coca to snort. The gents lit their cigars; they smelled of alcohol. The men wore ascots and pleated pants.


The women wore gowns with a plunging neckline. Their bodies had silk blouses beneath the gowns, with pearl buttons. Their hands were covered in cocktail gloves. They were laughing with their male counterparts. They pulled out their purses and cigarettes. Their faces were done up with makeup. One of them looked alluring to me. I wanted to speak with her, but I knew I could not do this. If I did, my being here would be presented to them. I wished to see them unawares.


They appeared happy to see him here with this woman lying on the table.


There was one woman’s body lying on the table in the middle of the room; she looked as though she was either asleep or dead. Her hands lay by her side on a coffee table, her lower legs hung off the right side of the table. She wore a corset with red stays, floral lace cups. She wore black stockings.


The man is wearing a monocle on his left eye. He lifted a dagger from the table top and drove it into her chest. Her mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. The man reached inside the chest and drew out her heart. It was still beating.


The figure I followed into the chamber had what I thought was a pointed hat. I saw now that it wasn’t a hat. But its head, wings were protruding from its back. It shifted as it moved; some tentacles hung from its shoulders. I was growing nauseous from the scent. There was a scent that filled the air that made my eyes water. This scent made me gasp to breathe the air. It was sour and putrid.


The women lifted their dresses to allow it to advance toward them, the women said,”Please make love to me. They screamed, cried and wept. For it to do this to them. It advanced toward them. The women busied themselves in order to be entered by it. I wanted to stop them from doing this to them.


It drew up the women’s skirts to have carnal knowledge with them. After it finished with them. They were gasping to breathe the air. Blood ran from the portion that it had entered their bodies, their breath caught in their throats. They opened their mouths and screams filled the air. They sounded as though they were screaming, “Yes Drive it deeper inside me. I want it all. Please, I beg of you to do this to me. Please!” Their hands tried to hold on to its buttocks.


Both of the women fell asleep. I saw a stream of blood fall from the monster from its groin. Their eyes were large. Their eyes closed. They feel sleepy. Their breath continued to slow to a near non-existent. Tears spilled from their eyes.


The being began to turn away from them to face the man with the monocle, It grasped his shoulder to have him look at its face, he smiled. He turned to face the men holding the woman’s arms and legs. The being stepped away from him for the moment/ It turned to face the study where I presently was watching its actions.


I was appalled by what I had seen happening there. It looked over at me. I froze, I dived behind the door through which it had entered the living room, It advanced toward where I was. I crawled across the floor. It entered the room, looked about the study, then walked back into the room where the woman still alive lay. She was trying to elude the hands of the two men dressed in their suits, who had grasped her appendages. She looked into the eyes of the man who had directed them to do this.


The man who lifted the dagger turned to face the room where it and him peered toward me. The man had begun to chant. They did not see him and they did this. The woman woke, she looked at the women on the couches whose mouths hung agape. She screamed,”NO! In God's name no!”



She was struggling to be free of their hands. She cried. She sobbed.


The monster and he walked toward where I hid. When the man stepped into the study to look around. I knelt behind a wall of books and scrolls. The man stepped out of the way of the monster, it advanced further inside. It turned about to leave the room.


I was fortunate that he did not see me. I crept back to where I was watching it do whatever they would do here. The man and it stole back to the body of the woman.


It walked toward the woman lying on the table. The man with the White gloves drew up a dagger to drive it into the woman’s chest. A fog began to roll into the chamber. Through this fog, I saw the thing reach out to accept the woman’s heart as it still beat.


It had talons for hands. It took the heart that the man was holding and lifted it towards its green head. Then withdrew its hand from its head. The heart looked no longer like a heart, but it was still beating.


It turned toward where I was. I ran out of the house through the door I used to get in. There was a fishy scent that filled the air. My lungs grew taunt. My eyes watered.”


The rest of the page was water-stained and wrinkled. Flattening the page.


“How did he know where to go?” I asked as I looked at my associates.


“Where was he?” Phil asked as he looked up from his typewriter. He hit the carriage return.


“The Whate house!” My partner said,


“What the hell was he doing there? Most people steer clear of that house. Especially at this time of day and this day?” The sergeant said his face had a frown on it. His hands froze above the home row keys he looked at me. The blood drained from his face, his eyes were wide in horror.


Thunder still roared in the street, the windows shook and shuddered beneath its wraith, The water poured from the sky to the street.


“He stole inside the house to look at what was happening there. I know about the rumors, but which ones are really what we suspect was happening there?” I said as I walked over to the stove, where I could get some tea, which I poured for myself.


“Rumors have it that the house is visited on May 31 and October 31st. By people who believe in Satan,” the sergeant said as he shifted his body about to have his foot relax from the gout he had on his leg.


“From the looks of what the reporter said, It was something that was there, but it wasn’t a devil or a demon, but something else indeed,” Vandal said as he looked over at the sergeant. His skin was still Whate.


My blood ran cold. What was he describing? It sounded like it looked like the statue of who or what I found beneath his outstretched right hand? I did not know. I needed answers to this problem before me.


The coroner came in later this day, the sun was rising. Now. He shivered as he tried to warm up. The photos would take some time to look at with the toner set into them. He said, “I did not find any of the bodies you spoke of. Are you sure you have seen them there?”


“Yes, I asked Vandal if he would confirm it for you” I said as I glared at him, he was questioning my sanity. Wasn’t he?


“The three males were part of the Marsh family and the Whate house. The one with the knife was John Whate; he was believed dead. I found this by looking at his ring on his wedding hand,” he said, as he looked at me.


None of this made any sense to me, there were rumors that the house was cursed. I thought as I remembered the words that were said about the house that was this house.


The reporter had written down some names in his pad of papers, what he had said was, The two other males were of the Marsh house. Timothy Baxter, the owner of the ship that is the largest ship in the harbor, was the first one on the couch by the right. William Ebenezer Marsh is the son of Obed Marsh.


The two women who had died of fear were Lady Dereta Marsh, wife of William Ebenezer Marsh, and her daughter, Belinda Vicky.


I asked no one in particular, the faces of the other officers looked confused upon hearing me say this. “The woman who was sacrificed to this, whatever you want to call it, we don't know who she was. Do we?”


“What the hell happened to the family?” I asked as I looked at the coroner,


“An idea as to what was going on there in the Whate House?" Vandal said as he stood there watching the other people in the station house.


“There was a compact with John Whately’s ring on it, and his signature with another thing that looked like a signature of something there.”


“The map showed the coastline of the devil’s reef, and the town of Innsmouth and the other communities on the east coast,” the coroner said as he looked into the frightened eyes of Vandal who looked away.


“What is the meaning of this compact?” I asked as I tried to figure it out.


“I don’t know, the contract is written in a tongue I do not recognize,” the coroner said as he looked at me. I was looking at the pad.


“No idea as to what the hell was being said in it?” Vandal inquired, hoping he could gain an answer to his question.


“Not a clue!”


“Do you suppose we should ask the Marsh’s about their boys?” I asked, looking into the wide eyes of the coroner, his skin was as White as bleached flour, his hands trembled.