The Day I Met Wilbert Dunwich
Posted by H. Hermitage
December 15, 2013
I had heard about him for years and had even spoken to him on the phone a couple
times. Nothing could prepare you for actually seeing him and smelling him. Damn
he stinks! And talk about ugly, more like hideous… but any who … I digress.
So I went to his house to meet him about some rare books he has in his possession
that I was hoping to maybe get him to donate to the library. I also really wanted to
get a gander at this kid and see what all the ruckus was about. Well, everything I
ever heard and more is true about Wilbert Dunwich. He is only 12 years old, but he
has a full beard, stands 6’9” tall (and still growing) smells like something rotting and
reads literature that challenges some of our greater scholars.
Somethin’s wrong, and I don’t mean just your everyday kinda wrong, but some
other worldly kind of unnatural somethin’s wrong. I’m gonna find out more about
this Wilbert Dunwich. I’ll keep you posted!
Young Frank
Posted by H. Hermitage
December 16, 2013
So, in my “Investigation” I came up with this kid, Frank , who was born and raised here in Flint.
He’s kinda flaky, dropped out of school and does recreational drugs, but that’s fine with me, cause
he has access to information I simply can not reach on my own. Any who… he tells me that the kid
Wilbert, was walking when he was like two months old, or something like that and then he was
TALKING by the time he was one, and I mean talking good! Not none of that baby talk, no sir!
Honest to goodness adult talking. Frank told me that by the time the kid was 10 he had a full beard
and was larger than nearly every resident of Flint. There was lots of talk about devil worship and
stuff like that, but no one really could prove anything, but one thing was for sure, they ate a crap load
of junk food at that house. Frank said that nearly everyday they bought 10 bags of cheeseburgers
and fries, other days he thinks they were getting fried chicken, at least that’s what some buddies
of his who work at the chicken place said. So, young Frank Is keeping his ears open and will let me know
if he here’s about any unusual activity at the Dunwich house, unusual that is by “ normal” standards…
not by “Dunwich” standards.
The Day Grampy Dunwich Died
Posted by H. Hermitage
December 13, 2013
Get this, I was in Flint this morning at the hardware store and I overheard a couple
of guys talking about Grampy Dunwich. Turns out he died shortly after he
completely gutted the entire top floor of his house and just made it one large room.
Hell, he even took out the chimney. So… any who… one of these guys says that
when Grampy was dying, that there were hundreds of whippoorwills and they was
chirping and tweeting and such, in rhythm with the old man’s breathing. He said
the Doc was completely freaked by it and that when the old man died, the bird’s
went quiet. Scary stuff! I read up on whippoorwills and here is what I found,
http://homestead.org/NeilShelton/OutThere/TheWhippoorwill.htm.
They even
have whiskers! You know something ain’t right about a bird with whiskers.
Talk with Mamie Bishop
Posted by H. Hermitage
December 10, 2013
So I talked with Mamie Bishop today and she told me that Wilbert’s Mom, Nina, told
her that she was afraid of Wilbert just a few weeks ago and now nobody has seen
her in over a week, not since Halloween.
I know he had something to do with her disappearance. I just know it.
Wilbert’s Library Visit
Posted by H. Hermitage
December 18, 2013
So, guess who came to the library today? One hint, you could smell him comin’! You
got it! Wilbert Dunwich. Guy came in with a cheap valise, standing about eight (8)
foot tall, wearing a trenchcoat and stinking to high heaven.He was looking for a
particular book, the Necronomicon. Turns out he has his own copy but is missin’
some pages. He told me straight out that he was lookin’ for a chant with
Yog-Sothoth in it. I looked Yog-Sothoth up and this is what I found,
http://www.chaosmatrix.org/library/books/necro_proj/n_yogsothoth.html
Talk about CREEPY! He wanted to “borrow” my copy of the book, but once I had an
idea what he was into I told him straight out , “No!”. Pissed him off, I could tell, but I didn’t care. I even called every other librarian in the area to make sure no one gave him access to the information he was lookin’ for. My Latin is not perfect, but it is good enough for me to know what he was tryin’ to get his hands on wasn’t gonna be good for the rest of us, not by a long shot. He left here frustrated and anxious. It was like he wanted to pursue his goal further, but something was pulling at him, something back at Flint.
The Horror
Posted by H. Hermitage
December 19, 2013
The Horror was announced by dogs howling and birds chirping, they woke me,
Young Frank and Dr. Pilaf from a sound sleep. By the time we got to the room, the
deed was done. The dog was sitting with his paws on the chest of the creature that
was Wilbert Dunwich. Wilbert was somewhat human above the waist, but below the
waist there was no human resemblance. He had apparently snuck into the library to
steal the Necronomicon which I had locked up for safe keeping. The dog had
jumped through the window and had ripped him open, and was guarding the body
when we came in the room.
We roused the beast and it started mumbling in some otherworldly jargon. You
could definitely make out the words, “Yog-Sothoth”, but outside of that it pretty
much sounded like gibberish… then his voice trailed off and the dog started to howl,
jumped out the window and this macabre scene became even more surreal.
I yelled to the police outside not to let anyone in. The stench in the room was
overwhelming, but you ceased to notice the smell when you took a look at what was
happening to Wilbert. The whippoorwills shrilling stopped and you could hear
wings whirring and fluttering as they sought their prey. What little parts of him that
were human seemed to just evaporate, in fact, his whole body seemed to just
disappear into thin air. All that was left was a white sticky mass by the time the
coroner arrived. There wasn’t even much of an odor left. The only solid evidence
that Wilbert was even here was the trench coat, left intact on the floor.
I’m not sure what to do next, but what I do know is there is still something out there,
that needs to be dealt with. Something that is not human. Something that threatens
us all.
© 2013 by Dunwich Horror Project December Class of Transmedia Writing from Full Sail University.
Contributors:
Ryan Albanese, Melanie Bray, Cliff Bumgardner, Sai M. Johnson, and Daniel Perlstein.