The thrilling saga
horror story in which the narrator has a breakdown over the unspeakable otherworldly evil they witnessed but the reader slowly realizes they just saw a porcupine or something and didn’t know what it was
“what I saw that night will haunt me to my grave…”
“and in that pale mask of a face were black eyes that glittered with malice beyond the ken of man’s understanding”
“a rictus grin of jagged teeth that split his face like a silent scream”
“…his clutching corpse-hands, and behind him trailed a wretched, twitching worm, as though he had dragged it from the grave”
“and when I thought the thing was dead at last, it twisted its grinning skull-face to watch me flee and laughed in a croaking, rattling hiss that will haunt me for as long as I live”
the eldritch abomination menacing the narrator:
I assumed this was going to go in the direction of a serious diatribe on abuse, so the reaction image took me OUT
Bruh
I can’t believe I read this post with my own fucking eyes
I love it unironically, I burst out laughing. It hits the same note as “the opposite of malice is bonfire”.