We’re so glad to see you back. Glad to see you weren’t too frightened to witness yet more unspeakably scary things. Our final part of this three-part tale details the full horror and scope of what’s been happening in this neighborhood.
We’ve already begun this drop into unspeakably scary things, but we’ve yet more to see of what there is to discover.
Dear reader, today we have a story about unspeakably scary things. It’s a tale about a neighborhood and its residents. A tale of unexpected horror. A family’s normal life is about to intersect with something alien and dangerous.
Nowadays, you can order most fandoms’ merchandise through a website. But back when Unspeakably Scary Things was being printed, it wasn’t uncommon to cut out a coupon in the back of a comic to get novelty items.
The ‘70s are far enough back in history that we don’t have as many recordings. Media can get lost. It’s not unfeasible for a niche horror comic to rise to enough prominence to sustain a brief but impactful run and then fade into the annals of history.
Allegedly, a magazine called Unspeakably Scary Things went into circulation back in the ’70s. It was a horror magazine with a lot of pulp-style writing, but no authors you’ve ever heard of.
This story is a trick. The happy title hides a much more terrifying narrative. If you embark on this, you must know what you’re getting into. This is not a tale of whimsey.
Have you ever had a coworker steal your lunch? Ever found that the meal you brought from home was no longer where you meant it to be? What if, in this hypothetical scenario, you also could make almost any piece of technology you wanted and had basically infinite resources?
If you could wish for anything, dear reader, what would it be? And, more importantly, how would you phrase that wish to avoid it backfiring?
Dear reader, to say much more than the title of this story ruins the surprise. The horrific gut punch at the center of this odd tale. So, I must ask you to trust me on this one.
It’s a long-ago established idea in science fiction that we might live in some computer program. And thinking about it can lead down so many roads of thought. What does that mean about our lives, about our personalities? Who are we outside the simulation?
Words have so much power, dear reader. Apple. Car. Battery. Simply by reading that, you likely pictured some or all those objects.
