An open letter to Henry W. Akeley

[The Huntsville Horror]

Re: Your travel plans

Okay, seriously. I don't care how long you've lived here. I don't care how attached you are. I don't care how pretty the scenery is. I don't care if all your ancestral feelings are centered here. You're being hunted by monsters who want to kill you and / or take your brain into space. There are men with guns shooting your dogs in the night. They're fucking with your mail to keep track of you. Go live with your son in California and don't come back for your stuff, you stupid, stupid man.

Yrs. very truly,
THE HUNTSVILLE HORROR

[Henry W. Akeley]

OK, bubba, I'm only gonna say this one more time . . . STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! That includes no more letters, emails, and phone calls.

Oh and no more singing telegrams either. I don't know what made you think I'd be inclined to listen to a 300-lb jackass dressed in a blue bear suit any more than I am to listen to you. I sicked my rotts on his out-of-key butt during the second verse. They took him down before he reached the end of my driveway. He was singing a different tune by that point.

Just to let you know, if I catch you snooping around my property again, I've got a double barrel 12-guage loaded with buckshot and rock salt (for the extra sting) cartridges . . . both of which have your name scratched on their casings.

I told you a long time ago to lay off the PCP. Looks like it's too late. I no longer care if you seek professional help or if you dunk your head in a vat of flaming animal fat. Just LAY OFF, bozo, or you'll be pushing up wildflowers in my back yard . . . right next to Bongo the Singing Bear.

Yrs Truly,
H. W. Akeley

[decadence]

this? is mythos material? help me i am in hell and dont get it?

[The Huntsville Horror]

Just venting a little frustration at the thickheadedness of one of the main characters of "The Whisperer in Darkness."

[decadence]

i see

[Aleister]

I liked it