Johannes Cabal: The Fear Institute

JOHANNES CABAL: THE FEAR INSTITUTE
 

Jonathan L. Howard

Copyright © 2011 Jonathan L. Howard

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Chapter heading illustrations by Snugbat

Map by the author, using Campaign Cartographer 3

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First published as an Ebook by Headline Publishing Group in 2011

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Contents
 
 
Title page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Foreword:
A WARNING TO THE CURIOUS
Epigraph
 
Map
 
Chapter 1:
IN WHICH THE FEAR INSTITUTE VISITS AND CABAL IS CONFRONTED BY THE POLICE
Chapter 2:
IN WHICH THE UNITED STATES ARE VISITED, THOUGH BRIEFLY
Interlude:
THE YOUNG PERSON’S GUIDE TO CTHULHU AND HIS FRIENDS: NO
. 1
GREAT CTHULHU
Chapter 3:
IN WHICH CABAL LEADS AN EXPEDITION BEYOND THE WALL OF SLEEP
Chapter 4:
IN WHICH THE FAUNA OF THE DREAMLANDS PROVE UNPLEASANT
Chapter 5:
IN WHICH CABAL WANDERS FROM THE BUCOLIC TO THE NECROPOLITIC
Interlude:
THE YOUNG PERSON’S GUIDE TO CTHULHU AND HIS FRIENDS: NO
. 2
NYARLOTHOTEP, THE CRAWLING CHAOS
Chapter 6:
IN WHICH THE EXPEDITION CROSSES THE SEA AND CABAL TAKES AN INTEREST IN THE LEG OF A SAILOR
Chapter 7:
IN WHICH THE EXPEDITION EXPLORES A NAMELESS CITY OF EVIL REPUTE
Chapter 8:
IN WHICH CABAL HAS A SURPRISINGLY CIVILISED CHAT WITH A MONSTER
Chapter 9:
IN WHICH A HERMITAGE IS DISCOVERED AND A GREAT TERROR REVEALED
Chapter 10:
IN WHICH THERE IS A BATTLE AND CABAL MAKES IT QUICK
Interlude:
THE YOUNG PERSON’S GUIDE TO CTHULHU AND HIS FRIENDS: NO
. 3
AZATHOTH, THE DEMON SULTAN
Chapter 11:
IN WHICH IT TRANSPIRES THAT DYLATH-LEEN IS NOT VERY NICE
Chapter 12:
IN WHICH THERE ARE MONSTERS AND CATS, WHICH IS TO SAY, VERY MUCH THE SAME THING
Chapter 13:
IN WHICH THE DOMESTIC WONTS OF SORCERERS ARE INVESTIGATED AND CABAL CANNOT BE CONCERNED
Interlude:
THE YOUNG PERSON’S GUIDE TO CTHULHU AND HIS FRIENDS: NO
. 4
YOG-SOTHOTH, THE LURKER AT THE THRESHOLD
Chapter 14:
IN WHICH WE CONTEMPLATE THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JOHANNES CABAL
Chapter 15:
IN WHICH LITTLE IS SAID, BUT MUCH IS CONVEYED
Chapter 16:
IN WHICH CABAL PLANS IN THE LONG TERM AND LAUGHTER PROVES TO BE THE WORST MEDICINE
Interlude:
THE YOUNG PERSON’S GUIDE TO CTHULHU AND HIS FRIENDS: NO
. 5
AN ABC
Chapter 17:
IN WHICH CABAL EXPERIENCES OMOPHAGIA, ANNOYS THE VATICAN, AND ENDURES MUCH
Author’s note
Acknowledgements
Foreword: A Warning to the Curious
 

Gentle reader, what follows is the third novel in the series of stories concerning Johannes Cabal, a necromancer of some little infamy. There will doubtless be some of you have come here seeking some fanciful little tale for your amusement, to furnish you with a smile or two, perhaps even a giggle. You are fools, as are the benighted wretches who ever suffered the poor judgement to spawn you. What follows is, in truth, a horrible story of madness and corruption, of lost hope and new destiny, of vicious but stupid crabs. You will not read this and walk away untouched.

Or perhaps you will. People are so insensitive, these days. Once upon a time, all you had to do was finish a story with a revelation in the form of a single short declarative sentence paragraph in – and this was the powerful part –
italics
to shred the sanity away from anyone more psychologically vulnerable than a lamppost.

It was his own face
.

Or . . .

There were still two glasses upon the mantelpiece
.

Or . . .

The library book was terribly overdue
.

Not so these days. Everyone is so desensitised that the potency of artfully deployed italics has long been lost. It was good enough for H. P. Lovecraft, but apparently it isn’t good enough for the modern world, filled as it is with obtuse bastards.

You know what? Forget the warning. Read the book. Go insane. See if I care.

JLH

 

If poets’ verses be but stories

So be food and raiment stories;

So is all the world a story;

So is man of dust a story.

 

Colum Cille

 

 

 
Chapter 1
 

IN WHICH THE FEAR INSTITUTE VISITS AND CABAL IS CONFRONTED BY THE POLICE

 

It was not such a peculiar house in and of itself. A three-storey townhouse – four, if you counted the attic – Victorian in design, tall and thin and quite deep. To the fore, a short path ran from the door (to the left of the frontage) perhaps ten feet past what might have been intended as a rose garden in some long-past year. Now it was overgrown, but in a strangely artful way, as if chaotic minds had planned a new and not entirely wholesome horticulture for the little garden. Indeed they had, but we shall return to that aspect of the house shortly.

Although at one point it had clearly been a middle terrace house, its neighbours were no longer in evidence but for broken half-bricks protruding from the end gables. A single house, the lone survivor of a terrace, marked darkly with the smoke of nearby industrial chimneys, a short front garden
and a somewhat longer back one, the former bounded by a low wall, the latter by a tall one. Not a common sight, but neither one to excite much comment in the normal run of things. If, that is, it were sited within an industrial town or city. It was not.

The house rose solitary and arrogant on a green hillside some few miles from the next dwelling. The nearest factory chimney capable of layering the soot on the house was further still. If one were to see the house in its rural location, apparently scooped up by some Goliath and deposited far from its proper place, one might feel inclined to investigate, to climb the pebble and earth trail that leads to the garden gate, to walk up the flagstoned path beyond it, and to knock upon the door. After all, somebody must live there. The building is well maintained and smoke curls from its chimney.

This is an inclination to be fought at all costs, for this is the house of Johannes Cabal, the necromancer. There are all manners of unpleasantness about the place, but the front garden is the foremost.

Johannes Cabal was sitting in his study, making notes in the small black book that he customarily carried in the inside pocket of his jacket. They were pithy to the point of acerbity – Cabal was not in a good mood. That in itself was no rarity, but he was particularly ill-tempered today as his latest attempt to secure – which is to say, steal – a rare copy of de Cuir’s very useful
Enquêtes interdites
had failed. Cabal was used to his frequent necessary descents into criminality coming to nothing, but it especially galled him on this occasion.

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