In The Jaws Of Leviathan

ISBN: 978-1-84747-448-3
Published: 2008
Pages: 108
Key Themes: fiction, fantasy, myth, drama, excitement

Description

This is a story with the characteristics of the writings of H.P Lovecraft, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Algernon Blackwood and all that spoke of a Parthenon of Gods -Creatures that existed in a time where that even wasn’t in existence. This was I thought my crowning glory but there is many more stories yet to be written by me and that story was the best to envision the love I held to write timeless horror. So here it is.

It is a story of the young sixteen year old Dave. And as the story opens he has just escaped the depths of Hades which dwelt underground in the realm of Cedar Peak. Or did he in his confusion? He comes into the belief he is having visions of his most powerful phobias. At that time we turn to Dave and his family and the upcoming festival or rite in Red River. It first tells of the Alveis family; Dave’ Parents and siblings. And the journey to Red River converging between Mtn and sea; he even at the beginning of seeing this town and its boundaries is left feeling oppressed. Then as obvious signs of the town shut down to daylight, and his Aunt and Uncle who are his guardians on this visit are all away. He returns to the knoll where he first experienced the awing Oppression of this town. Its encircled by streams which are Red as blood encircling the town and run lazily through the green and lush countryside. When he returns to the town at sundown there is still no sign of life, but his relatives are at home. As the sun goes down the land goes dark except the full moon in the heavens, he is ushered out by his kin to the Elder Gods Festival. What he is about to see and experience this night will change his life forever more as the omens of evil become ever clearer by the minute. And he witnesses a plethora of ethereal sight and his extinction. What will happen as Dave fights in the very sight of evil so ancient it was before the planets came into existence? This power attempting to make Dave their sacrifice of ultimate patronage; what will happen you will see!!!

About the Author

Robert went to School in a rural town next To Langley on the outskirts of a suburb which was part of Vancouver. This outlying outskirt was called Surrey; the town in which Robert went to school and grew up was called Cloverdale. Robert his two Sisters and their Mother lived on a six acre hobby farm on 176 St. They lived in a meandering home large and although the opposite of foreboding; it was very homey and serene. The Enns children’s Mother providing most for the children as they grew up into adults with backbreaking work and little pay. There Father constantly away from home working in the Bush in the growing logging Industry, and was seldom home and even more seldom to help out with the household needs. Robert lapsing into chronic Asthma attended also much of the time with Pneumonia he often came close to death. On this Hobby farm they had milking cows to see to their need for butter, cream, and milk. There also were cattle on the farm adding to their food staple. Their mother always in spring grew a huge garden full of all types of Vegetables, which what they didn’t eat and that was much seeing as the garden was so large and the soil so rich. So there was much canning for the winter months ahead taken care of with Mrs. Enns Sparse time. These things taking care of the nutritional value of the children to great lengths; there also at many points was a horse or two added to the herd of cattle for the enjoyment of his Sisters as Robert himself was terrified of them. In Roberts eighteenth year his family –Mother and Father decided they would move to a town about two hundred fifty miles south of where they had been living for so long. They all packed up except for the middle aged Sister Gloria who had now become married, and moved to the middle of the Okanagan Valley in the town of Penticton where Robert still lives alienated by his Sisters and in poverty lives in a one room motel suite trying but rarely making ends meet.

Book Extract

I had been running up a steep staircase escaping a chaos of dread. Below, reined Hell supreme in a rambling chaotic beat of wings and screaming horrors. There was no name for the place I had just escaped from. For to simply call it Hell unchained did not nearly describe what had just taken place below in the very bowels of this Mountain. There in that chasm of pandemonium, was where the monstrous Titans ruled. My journey up the crumbling steps; so ruined were they becoming now with the Leviathans rage that it made the ground tremble in their fury.

It took what seemed to me an eternity to gain the top of this mountain from whence I had descended last evening. However, somehow I had outsmarted the curse, although below they had awakened my mind to demons perverse. Now I was so tired I could hardly put one foot in front of the other without falling because fatigue had overtaken even my fear.

My mind now was attempting to clear and as calm as I was, I was doing my best to think rational thoughts. The difficulty at not being able to do this was no surprise after what I had just experienced. It remained; that sense has a cold pervading and alarming Evil. The corruptness, which was emitted from the mountains Plutonian heart; continued to caress my skin with Goosebumps. This was only sending my mind reeling into further confusion and turmoil rather than clearing my senses.

I was tearing myself in two. On one side I was trying to convince myself that what I had just been through and had seen was a figment of an overly active imagination. A hoax; that all ‘everything’ I had witnessed was just an invention of an overly stressed psych. While the other side warred against it, wasn’t I vividly aware that what I had just experienced was very real? I had not been a party to any hallucination or grand illusion. The Ghosts down below which consisted of damp mist held within them a vitality of strong but cold icy life. No! My mind; my senses screamed; this life these walking dead were not just in my head. They were of consistency, real, as they had danced across the floor icy wisp hand in hand. Yes somehow death lived, writhed, played, and even danced down there; living an abnormal life.

These two points of view warred within my mind as my senses even became more perplexed. It was impossible for me to trust my senses as to what was real and what wasn’t any longer and my grasp on reality becoming more and more a blur in this disturbing and turbulent terror. Yes the truth, the reality, of where I was and had been physically and spiritually contradicting themselves. Thus, turning my perspectives into a fiction of disbelief, for all I had been through left me feeling no physical pain, no ravaging of a broken heart, even with as close to death as I had come.

Now as I thought about it trying to make sense of all around me, I could almost believe that I sat beneath the open heavens inhaling the cool night’s air. Yet my soul and consciousness felt almost aimless and lost, it felt as if I were on two continents at one time. Now I began feeling a terrifying threat close at hand I felt unable to defend myself from this new threatening power, feeling helpless and vulnerable. I sensed a pervading Evil as if Satan himself was gripping my soul within his burning hands!! Maybe the terrors I had witnessed below within the mounts core had thrown my mind and senses into a neither world of unreality. My escape back up that endless stairway to the outside world only a deranged fantasy. Maybe I am still in that abysmal world of the walking dead. My mind reeling now believing that I am still being tortured beyond endurance by the Demonic Priests who inhabit this domain. My escape back up to the world of the living a hallucination, my mind and body fleeing the ceaseless pain and agony of the tortures these demons so rejoiced in inflicting on others. My senses began pulsing inflamed adrenalin to my mind and body in fear and alarm as to the possible jeopardy that surrounded me.

In an attempt to bring my senses back to reality even if it did mean that excruciating agony and torture might follow my reawakening. Still, I began shaking myself back and forth from one side to the other in tremendous jolts of agitation! This might have seemed ludicrous to anyone watching. However, I was trying to bring myself back to my actual surroundings, which I believed now to be in the mountains cavern of pandemonium. Indeed with these ideas still in my head I was not surprised, as I began to see the stars in the heavens, which shone, above this mountain.

Yet as I suspected one thing and was brought round to another possibility, how much farther yet do you think this puzzled me? God WHERE WAS I? Things again began to change around me. Then, I found myself in an even more sinister world. In this world that I was now brought into, evil things lurked behind each corner. Cleverly waiting their chance to pounce and kill. The air itself was permeated with a wicked oppression you could feel. It rested heavily on my heart. I could even taste it at the back of my throat. It was bitter and tasted of blood.

Once again I was drifting through a darkness deeper than night abruptly coming to a jarring halt. I found myself on a cold concrete floor; then came a slow creeping, slithering, sibilant and ominous sound approaching. Even though this room I was in was a black impenetrable void. My senses were alert and working overtime. They were electrically charged and keenly acute. I was attuned by supernatural forces to this terrible entity, which slithered itself with its forbidding hissings across the cement floor nearing me each and every moment. It exhaled a scent of decaying ancientness, blood, and poisonous venom mixed together which was older than time.

It seemed to my now keenly adapted senses that it lived for one purpose and one purpose only. That was to kill or be killed for the most ancient of needs ever, animal instinct. As it neared it filled me with a strangling terror and panic. Bringing to me the vision of the terrors of being buried alive. This is what comes into my mind and vision. These will be the final reverberations I hear; the sounds of dirt as it cascades into my deeply dug grave in the ground. Shovel by shovel full of damp sod entombing my body for the rest of time, as we know it. I am the person within listening to the muffled echoing sounds fading away to nothing; I am alone. Knowing those were the final reverberations I will ever hear as the shovel filled the grave for the last time.

Sadness comes into my mind. I hear distant soft far away rains as if from another country. The country of boyhood when those spring rains came and quietly pelted the front lawn where I used to play baseball. Or, the old sandbox outback knowing that in a half an hour’s time I would be back playing in the sand shovelling the wet sand into my old orange pail and smelling the fresh roses and wet green grass. So fresh and sweet from the soft rains that had just finished, so far away, yet right in my own back yard.

Look what that sweet smelling rain brought as it shed its last tear. Of course in the end there’s always natures call to glory and a rejuvenation of all things. There’s the colourful symbolic rainbow of omnipotence gleaming its brilliance as it says goodbye to all things past. Yet there is always something poignantly sad about goodbyes, about final endings, which make the following beauties, you are about to be confronted with at the end obscure, and almost impossible to see.

Right now, the only thing I am aware of is how horrifyingly close the grotesque and bitter kiss of the grim reaper is away from my parched lips. As I lay in my covered coffin the desperate panic begins as I start to attempt to claw my way out of this hideous suffocating death. My fingers begin bleeding as the skin is scraped ragged. My silent screams begin then. I call them silent for no one will hear them. Yet I am in a frenzy, my fingers are scraped to the bone and my interior coffin is hideously smeared with blood. I feel no pain for I have been driven senselessly mad with the horror as the last breath is squeezed into my aching lungs. The only things I feel are extreme panic that is uppermost in my mind. Yet deeper, as unconsciousness and the smell of my own death take over; my senses lapse much deeper. I hear the sound of buzzing singing pollinating bees in the springtime of the year; when everything seems filled with cheer. Oh how those bees hum and it fills my mind and makes it numb. I now belong to Gods Kingdom and there I shall soon go. There is also the sweet smell of clover in the air this blessing is pure and rare. The fragrance of wild Pink Roses drift to me on the gentle springtime winds from the land that I am now retiring into.

With all these wonderful things surrounding me now. It now begins to seem as if I’m entering a new and wonderful beginning instead of coming to a dreaded end to my life. So I embraced this paradise with open arms as my final breath releases in a sigh of reverence. The gilded stately purple curtains come to a final close on the last act of my life. The vision of my death struggle ends as I picture the looming beauty of a paradise beyond imagination.

I am brought abruptly back to the stone slab beneath me. Back to the thing I can still hear slithering across the floor taking it’s time and aware of its dominance. It nears with a creeping slowness as if to produce in its victim ‘me’ the most intense degree of terror that I could possibly feel. All of these feelings of dread bringing to me the reason why I had that vision of what I dreaded so much, my premature burial. However, I had two great phobias that I lived with and the other was that which was approaching me now. I had the troubled, agonizing, blood freezing, heart stopping foreboding Horror of snakes I know that’s exactly what is nearing. These two phobias being so imminent and directly related to one another only proved my abject, paralyzing fear of what had taken place down below in the bowels of Cedar Peak. My senses are so terror stricken that they brought on the perilous perception of these two dreads. Had I nearly died, or had I done so, this was my hell to live out my eternities with the frenzied shock surrounding me forever.

At this point I attempt to get back on my feet to give my head a hard shake so as to know and somehow face my real fears. However, I find myself frozen unable to move from this vulnerable position on this concrete slab. As the sibilant hissing and slithering approaches yet nearer and nearer, my mind, my eyes begin to see shooting stars burning suns of alarm and shooting through my nerves. The slithering is very close now. I turn my head gently to the right exerting all the caution possible. I feel its slick scaly body now. I see its eyes luminous yellow with red lightning highlighting them seeming as if red tinges of flowing lava and hate. Within this deadly reptiles eyes I can see the endless infernal regions of hell. Here virulence brews with a furry that is endless. I sense the poisons flowing through its body like fiery magma. This snake with its head swaying high in the air a confidence about its formidable dominant form with its deadly eyes staring into mine and seeing my terror. It holds contempt for me that is palpable.

It begins slithering it’s elongated form up my side and coils itself still staring into my frozen eyes atop of my barely breathing chest. It sits there as if a king darting its cold nose hitting mine each time it does. However, it refuses to strike gloating, basking in the cold horror that oozes from my body. Yet I lie insensate, my body numb unable to move unable to scream let alone whisper my entrenching fear. Yes my hysteria begins pervading my entire system now. As to the terror that sits on my chest and to the helplessness that enshrouds my limbs. As it does, I sink more and more into insanity. Now they are produced from my very being. My scorching shrieks my tormented screams, for they had hid dormant inside me for too long now; they let loose in a convulsion; they thunder through this deep dark chamber bouncing of its walls and echoing and re-echoing until the only remnants were howls from a dead-man.

However, as I vent them I am being lethally stricken by the hooded Python, it searing its lethal fangs of venom deeply into my jugular with terrific speed. Then my whole frame begins being punctured with strike after strike with venomously dripping fangs. My head, my face, my torso, my legs, my booted feet, I’m being struck everywhere. The only places I can protect are my eyes and those I shield with my unprotected arms. Everywhere they are ripping through clothing and finding flesh to tear into. From head to foot there is a flurry, a tangle of snakes. Making my whole body bounce and jerk in a fit of live outraged reptilian recoils.

Somehow I had had the ill grace of placing myself in a den of Giant King Cobras, and they now slithering in the hundreds over my numb and deadly poisoned body covering me in hideous movement. My worst most dreadful night terrors come true.

My muffled screams still renting the air, as finally I begin coming out of these horrid nightmarish dreams. When I regain consciousness, and my senses finally becoming alert I find myself on Cedar Peak with its surrounding woods. I am lying on the ground beside the protruding rock I had decided to sit on earlier. The horror and dread from the dream I just had. It holds me in its crushing vice like grip, and I am finding it hard to think and nearly impossible to breath. So I get to my shaky staggering feet and attempt to walk around a bit; I find it almost impossible though as my leg’s are numb and I nearly hit the rocky ground a few times. Still I content myself with trying to loosen this powerful force of horror that is attempting to tear the breath from my lungs. Each step is a critical manoeuvre because of the way I am staggering. It was only sheer inane divine luck that I didn’t get a nosebleed from falling flat on my face.

However, gradually my breath starts to return more rapidly to me and begins a steady and half normal exhalation. The pressure that was crushing my abdomen and chest begins to release. Then suddenly all over again my stomach rises to my throat and I am heaving convulsively. This continues until my newly regained strength has disappeared again coming close to unconsciousness. The ground and sky begin spinning dizzily and I am only able to return to my protruding seat before falling. I now am completely exhausted and my mind is worn out. My mind has taken all it can psychologically take without fully going mad and my body has taken so much I no longer have the physical strength to stand any longer. I have had all I can handle for one night. So now I just close my eyes and calmly try to rest, and to hell with the nightmares if they come again it would kill me. However all of the things that had taken place over the last several days came back to me in a rush, a dreaming reverie.