The Marduk Case


In the mid-thirties, Professor Vladislav Marduk rented an old house near the village of W. (Cornwall), to “lead his experiments and studies in peace”. Marduk loved to live the recluse way, and was never seen again since he moved into his new residence, but the times he went to the train station of W. to take delivery of packages coming from faraway regions of all over the world.

Strange events started about two monthes after Marduk’s arrival. cattle panics, incidents in near cemeteries, atmospheric disturbances. Hellish noises — voices? — were heard at night coming from the old house, plutonian lights were seen, profaning the quiescence of the daughter of Erebus.
There were also those silent and worrisome beings getting out of the train at W. to walk with haste to Marduk’s mansion.

One night of summer 1937, a particularly violent storm occurred, one of those happening once in a lifetime. When the weather finally calmed down, some villagers noticed a shine coming from behind St Paul’s Hill — right where Marduk’s house happened to be. The mansion was burning, an expedition was set up to work the thing out. The men felt more and more uneasy as they were passing along the hill; most of them wished they had never come there once they reached the old house.
There were neither smoke nor heat nor the noises that should have been caused by the great fire they were looking at. The mansion was burning yet that fire was not from here and now. A long, abominable scream was suddenly heard, and the fire vanished. Everything could have seemed quite normal inside the old house: it was fresh, silent and peaceful… where was his strange inhabitant gone? What did all that — the fire, the scream — mean?

Even if Marduk was not found, the signs of a tragedy were discovered in the library. Only three villagers entered the room to run out of it immediately afterwards, an expression of unspeakable terror in their eyes. They urged all other men to leave the mansion and then set it on fire — this time it was for real. Although the “library’s three” seemed to have sworn not to tell a word of what they had seen in the forbidden room, rumors were spread, rumors about ancient cursed books nobody should ever read, viscid green slime, blood “falling up”, and doors leading beyond reality.

Image Monsieur Mishi

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