It was the third of May; the year was 1928. Leeroy Jenkins had just returned from his trip upstate, and he was obviously shaken up. I
revered Leeroy; he was a
brawny yet
affable man. In an attempt to
alleviate his
poignant attitude, I asked him what was going on. Leeroy tried to avoid the entire situation, but after a few hours of pestering him, he caved and poured a strong drink; which he offered to me.
Leeroy Jenkins had gone upstate to visit an old house that his great grandfather had left to him. It was a
lavish old Victorian-style house, but there was an
ominous feeling about it that Leeroy didn’t like. Being the
pragmatic individual, he passed off this sense of dread before continuing inside. As he passed through the ornamental archway leading to the front courtyard, a strong wind took up; almost blowing Leeroy over. It was as if some force was attempting to
thwart his entry to the grounds.
Upon entering the elaborate main doors, an
acrid smell caused Leeroy to double-over and retch violently. It was a heavy iron smell, like that of blood, but it was much too thick to have blood be the cause. Leeroy
tittered , being a bit embarrassed by his weak stomach and nerves. He casually walked through the main halls. The entry door slammed. The lights went out. Once Leeroy’s eyes became accustomed to the dark, he saw a shadowy figure
poised in the hall, less than ten meters from him.
The figure began to speak to Leeroy in an
omniscient voice,
advocating him to leave the property at once. He didn’t belong there and would not be allowed any further inside. In the
brevity of the situation, Leeroy charged the figure, but it vanished. Leeroy thought this was all
heresy . It must be a trick that his relatives decided to play. He decided to continue examining the house, instead of leaving. Leeroy
erred there. Hearing a noise from behind, Leeroy spun around to see the figure reappear.
The figure had taken an
odious form. It had grown to what seemed like cyclopean heights inside the now distorted main hall. The mass of tentacles spewing from the creature’s face seemed to crawl over each other. There were small, vestigial wings on its back, and the creature had a humanoid body. Leeroy’s body went in to a state of
rigor from the shock of seeing such an impossible horror.
At this point, I looked up from the glass I had been sipping from, the drink all but gone. I noticed that Leeroy’s original demeanor was gone. He no longer looked flustered; he looked wrong. I
postulated how I had not noticed the blood-red eyes before. Those red eyes were the last things I saw in this world.
Second story, as per the second set of words I was given.
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Next assignment has these words. Would be great if you could write it in " I form ".
Acrid
Heresy
Poignant
Poised
Thwart
Brawny
Brevity
Err
Obselete
Decoy
Titter
Lavish
Revere
Advocate
Odious
Affable
Rigor
Postulate
Ominous
Pragmatic
Alleviate
Omniscient