The Many Morbid Tales of Spookinite Valley
Prophecy of the Hunter's Moon
Written by Benjamin Fouché
Every October, usually once during the month, but irregularly twice, the Hunter’s Moon rises over the dull, midnight landscape. A great darkness strengthens within its unhallowed radiance every passing year. There are innumerable grim events that can be discerned within the Hunter’s Moon formidable glow; a grave prophecy can bestow upon mortals horrid visions of a series of ghastly occurrences. At length, these undesired events will confound civilization. The shackles of sanity will be broken, and a Dark Sickness will thereupon viciously seize the unsuspecting living. The dead and demented will rejoice, and unto the temporal realms, a wickedness shall be borne.
Every month of the year possesses its very own full moon. But indeed, October’s full moon––the Hunter’s Moon––appears all the more singular. Under a Hunter’s Moon, one will enter a dominion that scarcely penetrates the veil––the stirring gusts brew forbidden dreams, and thus convey them into those who slumber soundly––peculiar fancies are roused––and entities, of which are usually deemed only of the imagination, briefly roam the land of the living. And why, during these times do we become obsessed with melancholia, madness, and fear? It is simply an instinctive curiosity that we inherit during the moment that our very existences commence. And evermore, we carry about with us this uncanny morbidity.
Mortals who develop deathly obsessions with morbid subjects only burn the shadowy coals that bade the Dark Sickness forth. The ghoulish longings that we sometimes unknowingly hold easily reflect that of the forthcoming events. It may be distinguished in the Hunter’s Moon that the sullen desires, which we imprison, will ultimately be freed when the unpitying hour advents into our lives. An opaque shroud of blackness will consume the heavens, and the Hunter’s Moon will everlastingly leer upon the dismay that is invoked. When the veil becomes thinnest on the 31st of October, and the Hunter’s Moon ascends into the heavens during the same night, the collision of the living and the dead's domain shall ignite a discharge of unending doom and chaos.
But before one may understand the reason these events shall undoubtedly occur, they must define its sole cause. Morbus Tenebris, which is known in English as, Dark Sickness, is an acute spiritual morbidity. The Dark Sickness may be observed as both a metaphoric illness and a literal illness. It feeds incessantly off of appalling curiosities, pernicious yearnings, and grisly fancies. In addition, the Dark Sickness will thrive in the mortal spirit during times of great dread; thenceforth, the temporal soul becomes an unfortunate host. Morbus Tenebris is merely one of the many names attributed to this malevolent malady, which in actuality is a conscious being known as The Master. His will is purely of uttermost insanity. It is he, The Master, who shall initiate the event that befalls the evening of the Hunter’s Moon. He and his beloved companions will join in communion while their malignant mirth disperses into the cold, merciless air. Creatures borne of pumpkin and violent desires shall crawl forth, and unyieldingly dine upon the living.
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