Elder Ones: Short Story

By James Loscombe

Picture a figure, blind and naked, bearing cryptic ancient runes seared into his flesh—an ominous puzzle that has left everyone trembling in uncertainty.

 

In the desolate heart of nowhere, a man with a quest for truth arrives to interview Patrick, the solitary survivor with a harrowing tale to tell. The city concealed beneath the desert holds secrets that defy explanation, and Patrick is the sole witness to the unspeakable horrors lurking in its buried depths.

 

As the inquisitive interviewer seeks answers, Patrick unveils a nightmarish account of his ill-fated party and the ghastly discoveries made below the earth's surface. "Elder Ones" is more than a mere story; it's a descent into darkness, a journey through the twisted corridors of the supernatural, where the line between reality and nightmare blurs.

 

Prepare to be gripped by the haunting narrative as Patrick grapples with the trauma of what he witnessed. "Elder Ones" beckons you into a realm where the inexplicable reigns, and each revelation brings you closer to the edge of a chilling truth that defies the boundaries of human understanding.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JRV Press
• Release date: Jul 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386747185

James Loscombe

James Loscombe has been publishing under various pen names for the last five years. He lives in England with his wife Tamzin and their sons Jude and Oscar.

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Elder Ones

Elder Ones

A Short Story

James Loscombe

JRV Press

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White canvas tents billowed in the morning breeze. The sky above was deep blue and cloudless. The quiet chatter of men and women who had grown used to living in close quarters drifted through the camp. Until the screaming started.

A moment later, two men and a woman left their tents and ran towards the noise. They went inside together, and the screaming became sounds of struggle. Then it stopped. The men and the woman came out and once again the camp fell to its usual quiet.

The camp was quiet again until later that morning. By now, people were up and about, going from tent to tent, preparing to leave for the day. Whatever they were doing, they all stopped when they heard the judder of helicopter blades and looked up to see the dark shape coming across the clear blue sky towards them.

Who do you think it is? a man said to the woman standing beside him.

Hopefully, someone who will take him away.

There was no need to ask who she meant. He nodded, and they said no more.

The helicopter landed a hundred-metres away from the furthest tent. By that time, everyone who didn’t have something important to do (and a few who did) had gathered to watch. The door opened, and a man climbed out. He was wearing a dark suit, shirt, and tie.

Where does he think he is? a woman said. But no one answered her. The man took a