Close To Madness With The Yellow Sign

Close To Madness - An Encounter with forces of the Necronomicon- The Yellow Sign

The cursed book was in my hands for a long time, but I can't comprehend how much time I spent looking at it. I couldn't even begin to explain the way time flowed when I looked upon that symbol in the book, but time didn't seem to make sense to me then. I wasn't looking at it for a long time, nor a short time.

It was just time, like time was a location rather than a measurement, like I had fallen into a place where time is not a linear chain as humans see it, but a chain that wrapped itself around me, imprisoning me in a trap set in a realm higher than our own.

I was in a trance it seemed, a trance that the picture on the page had produced, it was a strange symbol, a symbol known to few, but those who do know its power, greatly fear it.

It was the Yellow Sign. Created by None other than The King in Yellow to disturb and invade the minds of those who dare stare upon it for long enough. And I can see why they stare upon it. There is something relaxing but at the same time charismatically intriguing about it.

It is not just a representation of The King in Yellows power. It is a tool for him, a tool he uses to hypnotise and control his victims and servants. It's a symbol that has the hidden properties to rip open the fabric of space and time. To bring corruption forth onto our world, to alter and stain our reality. The yellow sign is no mere symbol, it is in a sense, and when you stare into it, you stare into The King in Yellow himself. Do not stare into it and do not think of it too deeply.

For me I would like to say I sat there in this trance for a short time, but I couldn't think of how long. Ten seconds maybe? No time seemed to pass as I looked deep into it. Yet I was looking at it and had the time to observe it completely. And as I broke the trance my brother next to me who was watching my trance nodded, he knew what was happening.

"Yes, you see?" he said to me, knowing what was going on.

Oh yes, I see, I see just what that symbol can do! And he understood too. He was not surprised of my trance, but upon asking him, he said words of dread that made me once again deeply lose my faith in the solidity of time and space. He said that I spent 10 whole minutes looking at that cursed symbol.

It couldn't be, no! Surely it was seconds, maybe a minute if I really stretched my eyes open. But no, he was right and as I thought back, I remembered, people had passed, people had spoken whole conversations, I could make that out in the background noise of my hypnotised mind. So yes! It must have indeed been 10 minutes.

I closed that dreaded book. But, after placing it on the chair next to me I felt the urge to look again upon the yellow sign as if sinisterly attracted to it. I wanted to seek out the page in that Necronomicon of mine, and I wanted to stare at it again. I didn't in the end. Although it was hard. There was a tugging inside my soul urging me to stare at it again. I don't know why but even now my head aches slightly at the thought of it, and a primal urge to gaze upon it once more overwhelms my senses. And a voice lingers at the back of my head. An amused voice, a confident voice as if observing my troubles with delight.

"Have you seen the Yellow Sign?"

And yes, I have. And shortly after staring into it I felt the need to draw it everywhere, on my walls, in my books, on myself even, maybe even burn or carve it into myself. I felt the need to spread his influence.

I know I must not, it would be a bad idea, a very bad idea. This Necronomicon may not bring me much comfort, yet still I shall hold it dearly. It may be the only way to understand that which is haunting and hunting me! My whole life I have run from such beings, it is only natural to learn what I can and find ways to keep on surviving. I know I will never truly outsmart such entities, but I can at least dodge their blows so to speak.

The yellow sign is indeed a malevolent symbol, a truly evil abomination of chaos magic and dark charms. It attracts people, it makes them go insane when it is observed for long periods of time.

It makes eldritch things happen around those who are charmed by its simple but beastly sign. For those marks upon it are the long grasping tentacles of The King in Yellow himself, and once you are tranced by the symbol you are pulled down by those limbs into the centre where The King in yellow himself waits to claim you.

Those who stare at it for longer than I did never meet a good end. Their minds will be marked by The King in Yellow. They will find themselves lost in a bleak dark void of commandment and enslavement, following the King in Yellow to the very end, beyond life and beyond death.

Knowing all this I have only one thing to say.

I was lucky, yes, I was lucky that I managed to snap out of this timeless trance. This came when I started to realise what I was looking at, and despite staring at it for God knows how long, I snapped out of it at last.

It is lucky I came to my senses quickly, for if I had not taken my gaze off its grasping form, my reality very well could have been altered and I would find myself in a state of waking nightmare.