Frosty The Snowman (By H.P. Lovecraft)
The darkness of the cosmos is a place filled with horrors beyond one’s own imagination, but it is not the foul beasts that lurk amongst the stars that twist my nightmares; nay, it is the horrors created by Man himself, defiling the work of God.
It is said that, one Yuletide eve morning, a ritual awakened life into a beast, a twisted humanoid abomination made of pure solidified water, awakened by a sinister ritual not by the dark magic of the negroid savages in the darkest Africa, but by mere infants.
This icy beast was an abomination to behold. Of pure coal were his lifeless eyes made, utterly devoid of the warmth that created it, black as its own heart. In stead of its nose, a button, like one would find on a shirt, was crudely etched into its pale white, wet skin, through which the beast, once provided with a simulacrum of life through the pagan ritual of the children, would breathe. And, in its maw, a pipe made of a corn cob, similar to the opium of the Chinamen. A mockery of the vices that lurk in the hearts of men.
Said abomination wore a hat, an accursed piece of silky garment, the source of the vile mockery the children who summoned him called life. As they placed it on its rotund head, the monster began performing strange motions, twisting and turning in horrifying ways! Chanting and cackling, akin to a demon from the depths of Hades itself!
But alas, the fiend, being made of ice, was aware of its lack of longevity; the blessed rays of the sun, slowly but surely melting him, deforming his already abominable visage every moment. He called forth upon the infants which were his evokers, incentivizing the foulest of misdeeds, while he could still walk upon our world. The beast roamed the local village with his young lackeys, taunting the authorities, armed with a broomstick it terrorized the locals, leading the quaint settlement into utter insanity and chaos!
Egads, the monster knew his time was coming. He gathered his summoners, forcing them to witness his slow and agonizing demise; his frost body slowly decomposed by the ultraviolet rays, his odious body slowly deforming, destroying what was left of the innocence of the children. What the beast said last is what kept me awake at night that cold Yuletide, and all nights since then. The monster ominously prophesied its own return, to once again bring insanity upon the world of Men!
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