Author: Praskovia Vlasova (Girhasha)
Material: sterling silver, bronze or German silver.
Distance between horns: 6 cm (2.3 in)
Status: For sale.
I still believe that I looked into the abyss last night. Its darkness hides terrifying secrets, in comparison with them all vices of the rotten human society seem not more than a childish prank. Now I know that it was just a quick glance. I saw only a tiny part of all the insanity hidden behind the cardboard facade of our world.
Scrolling the events of the last days in my mind, I'm more and more convinced that this case was full of lies from the beginning. I was being skillfully manipulated and was led to the edge of the abyss, but they had never allowed me to see too much because it would simply destroy me. I followed the trail that had been left specially for me. I was like a brainless mongrel going straight into an open trap. Everything from a cute face of my client to the horrible scene of the ritual in the basement of a deserted factory was carefully thought out and adjusted in order to keep my attention and curiosity yet not allowing fear and reason to prevail inside me. I should have refused to take this odd case, or at least give it up immediately as events went out of the borders of the ordinary world. I should have listened to the persistent voice in my head that has never stopped telling me to run away.
Even now I have an option to leave the trap and escape from a terrible fate prepared for me by these cultists. From a bed sheet I could make a cord, and that hook on the wall might support my weight. Death will be my deliverance.
For the umpteenth time, I start to knit knots from a stripped fabric, but my gaze invariably stumbles upon a bracelet on my wrist. Massive horns of a goat skull entwine around my hand. I saw the same symbol on the rings and pendants of the adherents of this nameless cult. The empty eye sockets watch me unceasingly depriving the remains of my willpower. The heaviness of this cold metal resembles me iron shackles. This bracelet doesn’t allow me to kill myself. It reminds me how close I went to the edge of a precipice and how much I witnessed there. There is no way back for me…
Every night I feel how the ancient cyclopean hungry evil crawls under the city ground. I hear the chaw of innumerable mouths ripping apart flesh and crushing bones. These endless monsters from the worst nightmares spawn like mushrooms. Most of them are born only to be devoured immediately by bigger creatures. I hear the call. Words come to my head, they fill me with a wild joy intertwined with animal horror. I have no strength to keep this cry inside me:
«Ya! Shub-Niggurath! Ya! I am your servant! Take my flash and give me an eternal life! My mouth will feed you! Ya! Shub-Niggurath, the black goat of the woods with a thousand young!»
The YouTube Video - easy way to put on this bracelet.