Eight

Dark and sinister things are afoot. People are disappearing, crops are failing and the cows are looking bored - nothing seems to happen to them.

The village is in general confusion as to what is the cause of this, until an inquisitive old lady opens the bottom drawer of the dresser in my room. It is stuffed full of cardboard cut outs of varying things.

There are a large number of octagons, some stacked together to form a small tower. There are also a large number of 'stick figures' - cardboard cut outs, glued onto little balsa wood figures so as they can stand upright. All of them are of a tentacled monstrosity with one or two bearing the label 'Cthulhu' on the cut out.

It seems I am to blame for all the evil going on. Or rather, my Cthulhu stick figures are. In the words of the lady, they 'reek' of evil, even in cardboard form.