Make ready to slaughter his sons for the guilt of their fathers; Lest they rise and posses the earth, and fill the breadth of the world with tyrants.  (Isaiah 14:21 NAB)

  The snow crunched under my feet as I walked the Crescent street in hurry, hoping to be on time for the mysterious rendezvous I managed to obtain. Scarce are the opportunities in such business and even rarer are the people willing to talk that matter. I went to meet a certain Gilbert Trudeau, man of high education and profound professionalism was I told, even though his domain wasn't quite orthodox. I found him in the dark alley as convened. The loudness of the neighbouring crowd hid the whispers we briefly shared, before I followed him to his dwelling.

When we finally arrived at his old colonial house, he lead me into a narrow candle-lit room and had me sat down. After offering me a comforting drink he started to talk. I turned on my computer and started to write down every unbelievable words...

I am Dr. Trudeau, and the story I am about to tell you must remain within the walls of your archive and never leave confidence. You know ?... I am a spiritual man.  One of a very special kind. You may not believe what I am about to tell you, nevertheless, this is the account of my very trip in a frightening world. The least thought of it makes me tremble, but I need to have this story written down before... before it is over. 

I looked in his eyes and saw only honesty and fear. This man was desperate, hurt and above all: needed me to perform this very simple task. I asked him to get started, hoping for his cryptic revelation to help my most desperate cause...

My trip began in 2001 when I went to the Library of Rhodes Island Historical Society to clear a doubt. A much dreadful doubt that troubled my sleep for months, as if the fabric of our dimension was depending on its eradication. How would you react if life had destroyed your very anchor to reality? I know it is confusing, but please, let me continue... I was journalist at the time and I was covering the strange events concerning a massive child abduction that seemed to take place in this part of town. Everything seemed to converge to an old house in Rhodes Island. The house was an ancient and dark building, sitting on the basement of older ruins. I learned later that this part of town held an old druidic village in some past dark age, but I will explain more on that eventually. The problem concerning this house was that all around it, people would just vanish in the darkness never to be seen again. Most of them were children, playing outside at night. Every men or women that investigated on the curious events went missing as well. In spite of such terrible phenomena, being a curious man myself, I decided to stay close to the house for a few evenings to try to see what happened to those children, but sadly nothing happened for a week. To have a closer look at the mysterious building I asked the mayor to have access to the abandoned place, but such privilege was denied to me very quickly.

As I told you, I am... or was a very curious man, which led me into finding a way to enter the house that was less legal, per say. On a moonless night of November that I'll reckon until my very last breath, I entered fraudulently the old building. I forced the backdoor planks and old lock and pushed the creaking door open within a minute. The first thing that I remember is the smell of humid and rotten wood coming to my nostrils. Probably nature's way to say "keep out". The floor cracked as I walked through the blighted kitchen. Odd stains and dust covered the walls as well as old photographs. One of them seemed strange so I moved slightly closer to a wall to have a better look. The paper of the photograph was obviously old from the sepia look of the whole thing. In the picture could be seen a family. A man, a woman and a children. The man and the women seemed very normal, but the child had a weirdly twisted look. His eyes were completely black and his mouth was distended, wide open, immortalized in a mute howling of despair. I chilled and stepped back, moving to the next room. To my great surprise, the next door was barred with a heavy padlock. It is at this very moment that I heard the deep growlings emanating from behind me. I slowly turned around trembling in fear. For a brief instant the only thing I could hear was my pounding heart, and the only thing I could see was his face. The old man was looking at me in a craving and utterly desperate gaze, his most vile facial expression was overwhelmed with satisfaction as his mouth opened wide. Ever so widely that its jaw cracked in a deep and disgusting sound. I quickly looked around and saw a barred window that looked weak. I ran as fast as I could and jumped through it. I remember the sound of shattered glass and sliced flesh as my arms were shredded by that bold act. I ran and ran in the street, never to go again to that house.


The man looked so innocent and broken. His expression reminded me of a child's face, lost in the crowd. I stopped typing and looked at him, waiting for more, but he politely asked me to leave... This story turned out to be so dark and profoundly disturbing, that I could never resign myself into publishing it.