I found something horrifying in a jar once. Underneath the couch cushions.
Sometimes I lie awake and wonder: How long was it there for? Just...watching us? How did nobody KNOW?
They say ignorance is bliss. Which was definitely true for me, as I tried to fish for some loose change to buy more pipeleaf.
That was when it happened.
My fingers brushed against unnaturally cold glass. After removing the cushions, I found the jar tucked between some unfamiliar dishtowels and broken porcelain. But when I tried to peer into it, my vision was obscured by the thick condensation pooling along the inside.
I, a fool, said: "Let's open it, guys."
Once I pried the lid off, I was greeted by an utterly wretched sight.
Whatever used to be in that jar, it was no longer recognizable. Instead, a new entity had swallowed it whole: Solid, white, with web-like tendrils in places. What was worse, the surface was blanketed with dozens of holes. Some large, some the size of pinpricks. There was no rhyme or reason to its madness. Not to any mere mortal!
Just the simple act of gazing into the jar's opening made my skin crawl. Not even a mighty 7-foot-tall warrior could shrug off whatever spell this thing used to ensnare onlookers. Because, you see...you simply COULDN'T look away. Even as the entities' holes seemingly seared themselves into your mind, soul and body!
Somehow, we collectively summoned the will to perform the banishment ritual: Tightly sealing the jar, and then locking it away for eternity.
They say it still lives underneath the couch cushions.
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Sometimes I lie awake and wonder: How long was it there for? Just...watching us? How did nobody KNOW?
They say ignorance is bliss. Which was definitely true for me, as I tried to fish for some loose change to buy more pipeleaf.
That was when it happened.
My fingers brushed against unnaturally cold glass. After removing the cushions, I found the jar tucked between some unfamiliar dishtowels and broken porcelain. But when I tried to peer into it, my vision was obscured by the thick condensation pooling along the inside.
I, a fool, said: "Let's open it, guys."
Once I pried the lid off, I was greeted by an utterly wretched sight.
Whatever used to be in that jar, it was no longer recognizable. Instead, a new entity had swallowed it whole: Solid, white, with web-like tendrils in places. What was worse, the surface was blanketed with dozens of holes. Some large, some the size of pinpricks. There was no rhyme or reason to its madness. Not to any mere mortal!
Just the simple act of gazing into the jar's opening made my skin crawl. Not even a mighty 7-foot-tall warrior could shrug off whatever spell this thing used to ensnare onlookers. Because, you see...you simply COULDN'T look away. Even as the entities' holes seemingly seared themselves into your mind, soul and body!
Somehow, we collectively summoned the will to perform the banishment ritual: Tightly sealing the jar, and then locking it away for eternity.
They say it still lives underneath the couch cushions.
[ ...He's talking about some mold. ]