October 9, 2023
Certain writers always manage to find mysterious manuscripts in some godforsaken places…
The House on the Borderland is one such manuscript written by a recluse living in a manor house that is a cosmic junction of time and space…
The house is full of enigmas… At first it sends its owner to some weird planet at the fringe of the universe… Then it makes its master be besieged by a horde of sinister pig-snouted porcine demons… And at last the mansion propels the proprietor to the end of times…
Or probably all those misadventures were taking place just in the manuscript author’s head…
Some persons live in the much stranger world than we do.
The House on the Borderland is one such manuscript written by a recluse living in a manor house that is a cosmic junction of time and space…
I must have been here some ten years before I saw sufficient to warrant any belief in the stories, current in the neighborhood, about this house. It is true that I had, on at least a dozen occasions, seen, vaguely, things that puzzled me, and, perhaps, had felt more than I had seen. Then, as the years passed, bringing age upon me, I became often aware of something unseen, yet unmistakably present, in the empty rooms and corridors. Still, it was as I have said many years before I saw any real manifestations of the so-called supernatural.
The house is full of enigmas… At first it sends its owner to some weird planet at the fringe of the universe… Then it makes its master be besieged by a horde of sinister pig-snouted porcine demons… And at last the mansion propels the proprietor to the end of times…
Long before this, the smoldering edge of the sun had deadened into blackness. And so, in that supremely future time, the world, dark and intensely silent, rode on its gloomy orbit around the ponderous mass of the dead sun.
Or probably all those misadventures were taking place just in the manuscript author’s head…
Some persons live in the much stranger world than we do.