Cthulhu Inc. Hello, fearlings. Here's a horror
short just for you. Greetings and welcome to
the Cthulhu Inc. family. For unknown eons, Cthulhu
Inc. has been providing the highest quality fish
products from around the world with the help
of cultists just like you. By joining us, you
become part of a rich history of fish sticks,
fish patties, and fish people. Your duties will
include spreading the good news about Cthulhu,
as well as working with the USDA to make sure
our fish products are in every grocery store,
school, and prison in the U .S. If you have the
right attitude and enough moxie, we're sure that
the stars will be right for you. So remember,
as a Cthulhu Inc. representative, whether it's
plotting the end of the world or making sure
our next quarter's profits exceed expectations,
you matter. Sort of. Good night, fearlings. Lucky
day. Hello, fearlings. Here's a horror short
just for you. Everything is awesome today. See,
I got this book from my uncle, Professor Armitage
the 16th. I'm the 17th, but not a professor like
the 16 before me. I went into graphic design.
Boy, did that not go over well. First, there's
all the AI crap, so I can't find work. Second,
my family went on and on about how I was letting
the universe down. I was the chosen one to carry
on the burden of the book or some such nonsense.
I just want to make logos and emojis for people's
streams. Is that so wrong? Anyway, the book he
sent me is called The Necronomicon, I think.
I don't know. I don't speak Latin. According
to my uncle's letter, it's the first edition.
He told me never to read it, to keep it safe
and to keep it secret, like it's the one ring
or something. I put it on Seabay already. I have
student loan debt and some guy named Waitley
in Dunwich is offering me three grand in Bitcoin
for it. The markets have been super hot. No telling
how much money I'll make. He's driving over to
Arkham today and will transfer the coin to my
ledger. Score! Good night, Fairlings. Red Lips.
Hello, Fairlings. Here's a horror short just
for you. I shouldn't judge a book by its cover,
but she was perfect. She looked like a model
or something. She had these thick red lips. Her
frame was curvy. All the men at the table were
hanging on her every word. As the night went
on, she kept glancing over at me and smiling.
I was at the corner of the bar staring. I couldn't
help myself. She finally left her table, which
by that point was surrounded by all the men and
many of the women. They seemed to be entranced.
I was shocked when she started to walk over to
me. Everyone watched. Will you obey me? She whispered
in my ear. Yes, I replied. Will you worship me?
Always, I said. I wasn't sure what kind of kink
I was signing up for, but I didn't care. Then
you are the chosen one. No matter what happens
next, do not leave this barstool, understand?
She continued. Yes. This was amazing. She turned
back to the crowd around her table. Her body
began to shake, her flesh ripped apart, and in
the place of this gorgeous woman was a horrifying
creature. Its head had a huge mouth and bulbous
black eyes. Its arms were now long tentacles.
It had four crab -like legs and dark red skin.
The crowd screamed, but within three minutes
the thing had drained everyone's blood, leaving
nothing but mutilated corpses in her wake. I
didn't move. I was too scared. When the carnage
was over, she returned to her human form and
turned towards me. Follow me or die, she hissed.
I followed. Good night, Fearlings. The Yaleth
Hello, Fearlings. Here's a horror short just
for you. A Tarvuk had been riding through the
mountains and dark forests of Ramswood all day.
His horse was beginning to falter. The monks
had been clear. Don't stop or the Yaleth will
get you. He'd seen glimpses of it chasing his
steed. Why'd he have to wear a red -hooded cape?
But it had been at least twelve hours. Surely
it had given up, he thought. Then, out of nowhere,
it appeared before him. A ten -foot -tall monstrosity
made of thousands of feral cats. A Tarhuk's horse
reared up, sending him to the ground. He landed
flat on his back. His lungs wheezed as he tried
to regain his breath. His horse was gone. The
yowlith swung its giant arm, but Atarvik rolled
out of the way. All its cats yowled in anger.
Atarvik drew his sword, trembling with fear.
He was no warrior. The creature launched forward
with another attack. Atarvik dodged again, but
dropped his sword. The yowlith changed tactics.
Unexpectedly, one of the feral cats broke away
and ran toward the teenager. It was a smaller,
gray kitten with big blue eyes. Atarvik couldn't
help himself. The kitty was so cute. He never
made it home. Good night, fearlings. Not today,
cosmic horror. Hello, fearlings. Here's a horror
short just for you. The phone rang again, but
Molly didn't answer it. She knew the thing was
trying to taunt her, saying it was in the house
or some other lie. She'd heard it all at this
point. The creature couldn't even fit in the
house. It was gangly and had too many eyes, but
the real turnoff was its neediness. It claimed
to love her, but Molly wasn't interested. It
started to stalk her. First it killed all her
enemies at her work to show its love. When she
was horrified by this and said no to its pleas
for companionship, it started to eat all her
loved ones. It said it would stop if only she
would go on one date. That it's a nice creature,
just misunderstood. She knew better. What kind
of life would it be if she let everyone on her
dating app gaslight her? She wasn't going to
let some multi -eyed abomination from beyond
the void bully her into a coffee date. Good night,
fearlings.