HP Lovecraft's Magazine of Horror - Weird Tales
HP Lovecraft's Magazine of Horror - Weird Tales
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76 H .P . L O V E C R A F T ’S M A G A Z IN E O F H O R R O R<br />
“I’m through talking. I haven’t slept in a week. At this rate<br />
the bum is going to cost me my job. Nobody likes an assistant<br />
<strong>of</strong>fice manager who can’t stay awake. No more talking, now it’s<br />
time for action.” Don stood up, feeling a surge <strong>of</strong> adrenaline.<br />
“Where are you going?” asked Meg.<br />
“To buy a gun,” said Don.<br />
“You’re going to murder our neighbor because he plays his<br />
stereo too loud?” she said, as she followed him into the bedroom.<br />
“You have a better reason?” he said, putting on a pair <strong>of</strong><br />
boxer shorts.<br />
“Don’t do anything you might regret.”<br />
“Oh, I won’t regret this, I’ll like this,” said Don, slipping<br />
into a pair <strong>of</strong> jeans.<br />
“It’s only been going on a month, maybe it’ll stop.”<br />
“It’s a month and half since he moved in and you know it.<br />
It’ll stop when he drops dead and not before,” said Don, as he<br />
buttoned his shirt.<br />
“I don’t like this,” said Meg. “What am I going to when the<br />
police arrest you and take you to prison?”<br />
“Nobody’s taking me anywhere, and by the time this weekend<br />
is over we’ll both be able to get a good night’s sleep.”<br />
“That would be nice,” said Meg, wistfully.<br />
$on got <strong>of</strong>f the subway near the financial district and<br />
walked into a dark side street. As he passed a few<br />
antique stores (which were closed), he wondered if<br />
Meg was right. Maybe it was a crazy idea. He was a law-abiding<br />
citizen, not a killer. Then it occurred to him that instead <strong>of</strong> a<br />
gun maybe he should buy a knife. He rejected the idea on the<br />
grounds that the sight <strong>of</strong> blood made him barf. He was considering<br />
purchasing some poison when he happened to walk by a<br />
metaphysical book shop. Ordinarily, Don would have kept<br />
going, but something in the window got his attention. There,<br />
among the crystals and toy pyramids was a little book whose<br />
title was, How to Get What You Want With Magic.<br />
Don walked into the store and asked the bearded man at<br />
the counter where he could find the book. The man produced<br />
a copy from under the counter and said, “It’s one <strong>of</strong> our best<br />
sellers.”<br />
“What exactly is in it?” said Don, who, up till that moment<br />
had had no interest in the supernatural.<br />
“It’s a single spell, so powerful, that once said, can get you<br />
whatever you desire,” said the salesclerk.<br />
“Why doesn’t everyone have a copy?” asked Don. “I mean<br />
politicians, crooks and people like that?”<br />
“Who says they don’t? We have a big mailing list. One dollar<br />
and it’s yours.”<br />
“One dollar? What’s the catch?”<br />
“I can jack up the price if you prefer.”<br />
“No, I’ll take it. But does it really work?”<br />
“Let me put it to you this way,” said the man, “two months<br />
ago, I was working at a hamburger joint mopping up after kids<br />
with zits and now I own my own bookstore. Why? Because I<br />
found this book.”<br />
Don wasn’t convinced, but for a buck, he decided it was<br />
worth a look. He gave the clerk a dollar and the man put the<br />
book (which was really no more than a pamphlet) into a small<br />
brown paper bag.<br />
“Perhaps you’d be interested in something else?” said the<br />
man, “I’ve got some powder made from a unicorn’s horn that’ll<br />
put lead in your pencil.”<br />
“I’m very satisfied with the current status <strong>of</strong> my pencil,<br />
thank you,” said Don, and left the store.<br />
A few hours later, Don sat on the couch in his living room,<br />
silently reading the pamphlet in the fading sunlight. Meg<br />
walked in, sat on a chair next to him and said, “Why didn’t you<br />
just trade the family cow for some magic beans?”<br />
“Quiet,” said Don, “I’m almost done reading this.”<br />
“Do you really think that you’re just going to mumble<br />
some words and he’s going to stop playing his stereo?”<br />
The dull thud <strong>of</strong> “music” continued to pound through the<br />
walls.<br />
“We’ll see, “ said Don, as he closed the book and stood up,<br />
“now help me with the furniture.”<br />
“What are we going to do, throw a chair at him?”<br />
“No, we’re going to move everything to one side <strong>of</strong> the<br />
room so I can draw a circle on the floor, just like it says in the<br />
book.”<br />
“I’m starting to think a gun was a better idea,” said Meg.<br />
HALF an hour later, the living room was cleared <strong>of</strong> furniture<br />
and rugs, and Don had drawn a chalk circle on the floor.<br />
Meg looked at it and said, “I don’t think chalk is good for<br />
parquet.”<br />
“They laughed at the Wright brothers too,” said Don, as<br />
he sprinkled a few spices around the circle.<br />
“Hey,” said Meg, “are those from my spice cabinet?”<br />
“Do you want him to stop making noise or not?” said Don.<br />
“I d, but I don’t see how putting my oregano, cumin and<br />
sweet basi on the floor is going to make him do it.”<br />
“It’s all part <strong>of</strong> the spell.”<br />
“This is wonderful,” said Meg, “I’m married to a thirtyfour-year-old<br />
man who sprinkles spices on the living room<br />
floor. What are you going to do next, toss a salad in the bathroom<br />
sink?”<br />
Don lit a few candles and said, “I’m ready.”<br />
“Well, what do you suggest I do about it, give you a drum<br />
roll?”<br />
Don looked at her, sighed, then turned out the lights and<br />
read from the book. The words were in a strange language<br />
which had been printed phonetically in English. Don chanted<br />
for five minutes and then stopped.<br />
“Now what?” asked Meg.<br />
“Now something is supposed to happen.”<br />
“I see something happening all right, you’re dripping candle<br />
wax all over the floor.”<br />
Suddenly there was a puff <strong>of</strong> smoke and a slimy green,<br />
scaly humanoid creature with big purple eyes, and a reptilian<br />
tails appeared. It smiled, revealing a mouth full <strong>of</strong> sharp piranha-like<br />
teeth. “Hi Don,” said the creature, “I’m Mardarth, you<br />
can call me Mard, all my friends so, not that I have many left. I<br />
ate most <strong>of</strong> them,.”<br />
“Hi, Mard,” said Don. “Say hello to Mard, honey.”