CHAPTER XXVI. THE WICKSTEED MURDER The Invisible Man seems to have rushed out of Kemp’s house in a state of blind fury. A little child playing near Kemp’s gateway was violently caught up and thrown aside, so that its ankle was broken, and thereafter for some hours the Invisible Man… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XXV. THE HUNTING OF THE INVISIBLE MAN For a space Kemp was too inarticulate to make Adye understand the swift things that had just happened. They stood on the landing, Kemp speaking swiftly, the grotesque swathings of Griffin still on his arm. But presently Adye began to grasp something… Continue Reading
History of the Necronomicon Original title Al Azif—azif being the word used by the Arabs to designate that nocturnal sound (made by insects) suppos’d to be the howling of daemons. Composed by Abdul Alhazred, a mad poet of Sanaá, in Yemen, who is said to have flourished during the period… Continue Reading
Looking forward to a week of rest and relaxation after a hectic two month long assignment that saw Harrison travelling across the island in search of evidence that would definitely stand up in court and put away the most notorious bandit in the country, his excitement was actually stifling. Power… Continue Reading
Rumors drifted up through the meadowlands, into the cities of the Hyborians. The word ran along the caravans, the long camel-trains plodding through the sands, herded by lean, hawkeyed men in white kaftans. It was passed on by the hook-nosed herdsmen of the grasslands, from the dwellers in tents to… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XXIV. THE PLAN THAT FAILED “But now,” said Kemp, with a side glance out of the window, “what are we to do?” He moved nearer his guest as he spoke in such a manner as to prevent the possibility of a sudden glimpse of the three men who were… Continue Reading
I was in my birthday suit and I was stimulated. It wasn’t the sight of the nude corpse in front of me. It wasn’t that I was turned on by the idea that I was about to lay with it. It wasn’t even the thrill of stealing the body from… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XXIII. IN DRURY LANE “But you begin now to realise,” said the Invisible Man, “the full disadvantage of my condition. I had no shelter—no covering—to get clothing was to forego all my advantage, to make myself a strange and terrible thing. I was fasting; for to eat, to fill… Continue Reading
Here it is. The winner of the 2021 WM1K! Before I announce the winner, I want to say thank you to everyone who submitted and to all of you that are still writing, keep up the good work and send your story in when you can! This years WM1K seemed… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XXII. IN THE EMPORIUM “So last January, with the beginning of a snowstorm in the air about me—and if it settled on me it would betray me!—weary, cold, painful, inexpressibly wretched, and still but half convinced of my invisible quality, I began this new life to which I am… Continue Reading
