Allendale: A Shunned House Part 28

In the midst of this demonic spectacle, I saw a fresh horror which sent me fumbling and staggering toward that unlocked door and out into the rain-damp yard, completely careless about what abnormal terrors I might be freeing into the world. In that dim light, the form of my uncle had begun to liquefy and, as it had done so, I saw play across his face such changes of identity as one can scarcely conceive. He seemed at once to be a devil and a multitude. Lit by the strange light in the basement, that gelatinous face assumed a dozen—a score—a hundred—aspects, grinning, as it sank to the ground on a body that melted like tallow, in the caricatured likeness of legions strange and yet not strange.

I saw the features of the Allen line, masculine and feminine, adult and infantile, and other features old and young, course and refined, familiar and unfamiliar. It was frightful beyond conception, toward the last, when a curious blend of servant, slave, and baby faces flickered close to the fungous floor where a pool of greenish grease was spreading, it seemed as though the shifting features fought against themselves and strove to form into my uncle’s kindly face. I like to think that he existed at that moment, and that he tried to say good-bye to me. It seemed to me that I hiccupped a sobbing farewell to him as I lurched out into the yard; a thin stream of grease following me through the door.

In the Midst of All This

I started my yearly nine-nights’ vigil. I looked back in my journals devoted to the activity and this is, apparently, my tenth year. I guess that’s the trick, folks. Find a practice/belief that sustains you and it will, in fact, sustain you.

This year had to be modified, somewhat, because of my knee. I just can’t count on being able to get down on the ground, or more importantly, being able to get back up. Everything is modified from years past, then, to be more simple and at a level I can reach without getting stuck.

Still, I’m happy with it. It’s enough to do the trick.