Mythos and Horror Stories

'He sat for a while silent, with his head sunk upon his breast. Then suddenly he stiffened and his eyelids fluttered open. 'God in heaven!' he cried. 'I see!'

He was straining forward in his chair, staring at the opposite wall. But I knew that he was looking beyond the wall and that the objects in the room no longer existed for him. 'Chalmers,' I cried, 'Chalmers, shall I wake you?'

'Do not!' he shrieked. 'I see everything. All of the billions of lives that preceded me on this planet are before me at this moment. I see men of all ages, all races, all colors. They are fighting, killing, building, dancing, singing. They are sitting about rude fires on lonely gray deserts, and flying through the air in monoplanes. They are riding the seas in bark canoes and enormous steamships; they are painting bison and mammoths on the walls of dismal caves and covering huge canvases with queer futuristic designs. I watch the migrations from Atlantis. I watch the migrations from Lemuria. I see the elder races-a strange horde of black dwarfs overwhelming Asia, and the Neanderthalers with lowered heads and bent knees ranging obscenely across Europe. I watch the Achaeans streaming into the Greek islands, and the crude beginnings of Hellenic culture. I am in Athens and Pericles is young. I am standing on the soil of Italy. I assist in the rape of the Sabines; I march with the Imperial Legions. I tremble with awe and wonder as the enormous standards go by and the ground shakes with the tread of the victorious hastati. A thousand naked slaves grovel before me as I pass in a litter of gold and ivory drawn by night-black oxen from Thebes, and the flower-girls scream 'Ave Caesar' as I nod and smile. I am myself a slave on a Moorish galley. I watch the erection of a great cathedral. Stone by stone it rises, and through months and years I stand and watch each stone as it falls into place. I am burned on a cross head downward in the thyme-scented gardens of Nero, and I watch with amusement and scorn the torturers at work in the chambers of the Inquisition.

'I walk in the holiest sanctuaries; I enter the temples of Venus. I kneel in adoration before the Magna Mater; and I throw coins on the bare knees of the sacred courtesans who sit with veiled faces in the groves of Babylon. I creep into an Elizabethan theater and with the stinking rabble about me I applaud The Merchant of Venice. I walk with Dante through the narrow streets of Florence. I meet the young Beatrice, and the hem of her garment brushes my sandals as I stare enraptured. I am a priest of Isis, and my magic astounds the nations. Simon Magus kneels before me, imploring my assistance, and Pharaoh trembles when I approach. In India I talk with the Masters and run screaming from their presence, for their revelations are as salt on wounds that bleed.

'I perceive everything simultaneously. I perceive everything from all sides; I am a part of all the teeming billions about me. I exist in all men and all men exist in me. I perceive the whole of human history in a single instant, the past and the present.

'By simply straining I can see farther and farther back. Now I am going back through strange curves and angles. Angles and curves multiply about me. I perceive great segments of time through curves.

There is curved time, and angular time. The beings that exist in angular time cannot enter curved time.

It is very strange.

'I am going back and back. Man has disappeared from the earth. Gigantic reptiles crouch beneath enormous palms and swim through the loathly black waters of dismal lakes. Now the reptiles have disappeared. No animals remain upon the land, but beneath the waters, plainly visibleto me, dark forms move slowly over the rotting vegetation.

'These forms are becoming simpler and simpler. Now they are single cells. All about me there are angles- strange angles that have no counterparts on the earth. I am desperately afraid.'

'There is an abyss of being which man has never fathomed.'

I stared. Chalmers had risen to his feet and he was gesticulating helplessly with his arms. 'I am passing through unearthly angles; I am approaching-oh, the burning horror of it.'

'Chalmers!' I cried. 'Do you wish me to interfere?'

He brought his right hand quickly before his face, as though to shut out a vision unspeakable. 'Not yet!' he cried. 'I will go on. I will see — what — lies — beyond-'

A cold sweat streamed from his forehead and his shoulders jerked spasmodically. 'Beyond life there are' — his face grew ashen with terror- 'things that I cannot distinguish. They move slowly through angles. They have no bodies, and they move slowly through outrageous angles.'

It was then that I became aware of the odor in the room. It was a pungent, indescribable odor, so nauseous that I could scarcely endure it. I stepped quickly to the window and threw it open. When I returned to Chalmers and looked into his eyes I nearly fainted.

'I think they have scented me!' he shrieked. 'They are slowly turning toward me.'

He was trembling horribly. For a moment he clawed at the air with his hands. Then his legs gave way beneath him and he fell forward on his face, slobbering and moaning.

I watched him in silence as he dragged himself across the floor. He was no longer a man. His teeth were bared and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

'Chalmers,' I cried. 'Chalmers, stop it! Stop it, do you hear?'

As if in reply to my appeal he commenced to utter hoarse convulsive sounds which resembled nothing so much as the barking of a dog, and began a sort of hideous writhing in a circle about the room. I bent and seized him by the shoulders. Violently, desperately, I shook him. He turned his head and snapped at my wrist. I was sick with horror, but I dared not release him for fear that he would destroy himself in a paroxysm of rage.

'Chalmers,' I muttered, 'you must stop that. There is nothing in this room that can harm you. Do you understand?'

I continued to shake and admonish him, and gradually the madness died out of his face. Shivering convulsively, he crumpled into a grotesque heap on the Chinese rug.

I carried him to the sofa and deposited him upon it. His features were twisted in pain, and I knew that he was still struggling dumbly to escape from abominable memories.

'Whiskey,' he muttered. 'You'll find a flash in the cabinet by the window-upper-left-hand drawer.'

When I handed him the flash his fingers tightened about it until the knuckles showed blue. 'They nearly got me,' he gasped. He drained the stimulant in immoderate gulps, and gradually the color crept back into his face.

'That drug was the very devil!' I murmured.

'It wasn't the drug,' he moaned.

His eyes no longer glared insanely, but he still wore the look of a lost soul.

'They scented me in time,' he moaned. 'I went too far.'

'What were they like?' I said, to humor him.

He leaned forward and gripped my arm. He was shivering horribly. 'No words in our language can describe them!' He spoke in a hoarse whisper. 'They are symbolized vaguely in the myth of the Fall, and in an obscene form which is occasionally found engraved on ancient tablets. The Greeks had a name for them, which veiled their essential foulness. The tree, the snake, and the apple-these are the vague symbobls of a most awful mystery.'

His voice had risen to a scream. 'Frank, Frank, a terrible and unspeakable deed was done in the beginning. Before time, the deed, and from the deed-'

He had risen and was hysterically pacing the room. 'The deeds of the dead move through angles in dim recesses of time. They are hungry and athirst!'

'Chalmers,' I pleaded to quiet him. 'We are living in the third decade of the Twentieth Century.'

'They are lean and athirst!' he shrieked. 'The Hounds of Tindalos!'

'Chalmers, shall I phone for a physician?'

'A physician cannot help me now. They are horrors of the soul, and yet' — he hid his face in his hands and groaned- 'they are real, Frank. I saw them for a ghastly moment. For a moment I stood on the other side. I stood on the pale gray shores beyond time and space. In an awful light that was not light, in a silence that shrieked, I saw them.

'All the evil in the universe was concentrated in their lean, hungry bodies. Or had they bodies? I saw them