Every morning I sing of Iskorahk Gisorie, the drunkards sit in heavy loads, but the river is waiting for me ~ And on the wedding day, Kramga't Gahoh'k, I forget no prayer - keep away from the children I will destroy my enemies with the blind snake.
Avoid the
misleading,
weapons and
everything that is small -
the orchid sighs
secrets are revealed
the blister bulges
stars rain down swans moan – sadness
mud-broken wheel spokes
#MisterCarcosa, much like the #SlenderMan, is an emergent folklore phantasm. Supposed encounters and rumours play a part in building up the narrative structure that supports and forms the creature. Initially, the sinister figure, had no name/identification. Depending on the accounts, his appearance varies from the typical #MenInBlack to Tall-man ~ Slender Man physique and garments. A few accounts, report Mister Carcosa struggling to hold on to his form, and hurrying off. Sightings of large owl like creatures (similar to #TheMothman) flying near where Carcosa had appeared were reported.
"I am lost! Somebody possesses my soul and governs it! Somebody orders all my movements, all my thoughts. I am no longer master of myself, nothing except an enslaved and terrified spectator.... I wish to go out; I cannot. HE does not wish to."
In Robert Chambers' stories, "The King In Yellow" is a play that drives insane anyone who reads it or watches it performed:
"Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa."
-King in Yellow (Act 1, Scene 2) #LegendaryWednesday
Be aware that MAGA Bucks have been seen on campus, they are worthless tender, except in the most foul nether regions of The Dank Dimension of Misinformation and The Cursedly Confused. You couldn’t buy your way out of the deepest holes of Tartarus, let alone purchase New York City real estate. An #Engoran Exorcism Ritual to expel all MAGA Bucks and those intentionally spreading them will commence at Midnight.
This Halloween Season, the staff and students of Miskatonic University have put together a wonderful weird Haunted House Art Installation. Some folks are dying to visit, others can not get enough of the interactive display, while others are having trouble pulling themselves from the paranormal dark arts installation.
"Up and down that narrow hall they danced... to the wildest measure he had ever imagined, yet which he dimly, dreadfully remembered.... The Devil woke in his heart with a thousand vile suggestions and made him afraid."
Hi there! Bone Parade is open for submissions through October 15th! We only need one more story for the next issue. Please send us your weird and wonderful genre-bending stories! We're also kind of in the mood for a cozy existential crisis, if that exists?
Just had a little flurry of sign ups for my upcoming online workshop about the uncanny 🖤 Not sure where they came from but they're very welcome 😊 Still plenty of places left!
Write The Uncanny ✨💀✨
Sat 7 October, 3-5pm BST, £7-£18