|The Witch House Band||Compositor|
Then it vanished into the wall. Mazurewicz said the creature was Brown Jenkin, the Witch’s familiar. Can such things be, Father?
The Devil assumes many shapes, my son.
Walter wasn’t there. We found bloody footprints on the floor, but they stopped halfway across the room. It was as if he vanished before reaching the door! Was it witchcraft? The Devil? Where could he have gone?
The evil had engulfed him, Father. And I felt it was going to consume me as well. Walter went too far down the path. I want to turn back, but I’m afraid it might already be too late for me.
It’s never too late to turn back to God, my son.
I want to believe that.
|Dreams in the Witch House - A Lovecraftian Rock Opera||The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society||2013|