The stars are right, R’yleh is about to rise…and Cthulhu’s Witnesses are out in force, ringing everyone’s doorbells.
Bing bonnnng…
Sally peeked. People in suits with clipboards. On a Saturday. This was never good. She risked opening the door.
There was a dark-stained knife at his hip.
“Oh, don’t worry. It’s ceremonial,” smiled the clean-shaven man with the sunken eyes and a desperate smile. “Much like you’d wear a crucifix despite it’s origin as an instrument of death.”
The polite rictus settled onto her face. “Ah. I never thought of it that way.” He was creeping her out. It was way his tongue rolled around the word ‘death’ as if it were a delicious treat that did it. “How can I help you?”
“Have you heard the good word of our lord and mutilator, C'thulu?”
Ah crap… evangelists…
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