|The Witch House Band||Compositor|
The old witch had become so real to him father, I was afraid she might appear to me. It got worse as May Eve approached, and our superstitious neighbors worried about Walter’s strange behavior. He was sleepwalking, and there were screams at night, and that strange light that glowed from beneath his door.
You saw a light?
Not just me. We all saw it... a weird violet color.
In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.
Our neighbor, Desrochers, woke me. He had heard stranger than usual thumping coming from Walter’s room up above. I lit a candle, and we climbed the stairs following the eerie noises. We found Mr. Mazurewicz already listening outside Walter’s door.
In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti!
There was something... a presence not of this world on the other side of that door, Father. We didn’t know what to do! Mazurewicz handed me a crucifix and prayed the rosary. His hands were shaking. Desrochers peeked through the keyhole and it was as if that strange violet light had burned his eye, for he fell back in utter terror!
Did you enter the room, my son?
Yes. By the power of God...
ELWOOD + DESROCHERS
...thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of...
DESROCHERS + MAZUREWICZ
A thing inside his room, we all saw it! A hideous creature like a huge rat, but with the face of a man, Walter’s nightmares had somehow become real!
|Dreams in the Witch House - A Lovecraftian Rock Opera||The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society||2013|