It was the most foolish thing I have ever done, and to this day I should have known to leave the maddening thing alone. I cracked, and I bought a gun to kill whatever thing may have inhabited that hole. When I started to sleep again, the Hole tortured me in my dreams. Was something lurking down there, looking at me with eldritch eyes? I had to know. In that darkness, there was nothing, and there was everything.Īfter day of sleepless nights, my battered self decided to know what was inside that dark hole. I do not believe my mind could comprehend the strange, alien things that hid in that Hole in the wall. I shudder because whatever thing I imagine does not add up to whatever thing hid behind that blanket of darkness. I used to have dreams of that hole, and the things that lurk behind it. I found myself thinking more and more of the Hole in the Wall, and its unnamable origins, and I shudder when I do. Who could have known that all of these were happening around that little Hole in the Wall? People in those stories often go mad from the unnamable horrors behind these tears in reality. Honey, you know I’ve read of that guy-Stephen King-and his predecessor, Lovecraft, and how they talk about ‘Thin Places’ in the Universe, with strange things lurking behind them. But I’ve known you for a while now, and both of us have a strange tendency to enjoy the more horrifying things in life. I thought you would-I didn’t recall anyone whom I told this story to take it seriously. The victims started running away, only to see some nameless dread creeping from the shadows. A few told their tales, and it always ended in the same way: in some kind of terror that rippled through the air, and a strange blast of horror. Some of them refused to make eye contact, while others couldn’t even speak-those usually stared into space. I can’t tell you how unsettling it was to talk to them. I interviewed a few people, most of them the maddened, catatonic survivors of the Ills that plagued that derelict. Most who tried almost died, and certainly had problems in their heads afterwards. Which was why the derelict was abandoned in the first place-people couldn’t linger there for long. I interviewed a few families who encountered that hole in the wall, which, they tell me is ‘strongest at night’, though even in day it was not impotent. I’m no doctor, but I saw something in their faces that something was sucked out from them-energy or life-force or something like that.
So I travelled all the way to Providence to investigate this strange “Hole in the Wall”.Īt first, I decided to look around and see the stability of the civilians living near the derelict. Over two years ago, before I met you, I was still a novice writer and a mundane schoolteacher living in nearby Arkham, and I heard the story from a friend. The surrounding areas seemed to have less people each day I was there, and I saw a few shops being torn down. The strangest thing about the Derelict and the Hole in the wall was their origins-no one had claimed the thing as a Historical monument, even though the thing obviously looked as if it was older than dirt.
The Hole was located on the side of an ancient stone derelict. Almost fifty cases of hallucinations, delusions and schizophrenia were all caused by that eponymous “Hole in the Wall”. The most interesting of these cases, are those that ended in madness. No officials have started investigations, to lessen the brushfire it caused with the RI media. Hitchhikers and night wanderers often pass by the hole, only to be haunted by whatever malignant force lay inside. There was a fabled Hole in the Wall located somewhere here in Providence, that seemed to be the center of controversy. Come on, I’ll tell you the story over coffee. There’s a reason why I don’t like dark places nowadays. I was just…unsettled when we reached that Mall. An alleged photograph of the Hole in the Wall.
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