Dweller In The Deep: Cthulhu Rising

Chapter Three

Jack Walters, Randolph's colleague, went pale in the face as Randolph explained the immensity and prominence of the Great Old Ones to him the next day. Jack's mind had just about snapped in half from the vast nature of the knowledge he now bore. Randolph told him he would be going to Haiti that afternoon, to attend to some business in the small village of Nagoon.

After a barrage of persuasion, Jack agreed to go to Haiti. Like his Grandad before him, Randolph could use telepathy, though only in his dreams. In February, he had dreamed a man painted in the white and black juices of plants to make a skull on his face. He wore a deer skull with the bottom jaw removed as a hat. It had string threaded through the eye holes, suspended from which were the bones of tiny birds. As Randolph gazed at him, with dawning realization, he understood that they saw each other! Randolph's memories collided with the strange figure's as they exchanged knowledge. Memories from the Necronomicon surprised the figure, just as Randolph gasped at the religious practices carried out by the newcomers in Nagoon. They both understood something terrible...Cthulhu, strongest of the Great Old Ones, was not Fhtagn (sleeping), Cthulhu was rising!