Day 2 - The Abode of Memphis

Charles reads from the book as the other stand around, unsure of what to expect. As the spell reaches completion, you all hear the front door of the house slam open far away. A voice cries, "Where are you? What are you doing here?" You recognize it as the voice of Harold Hawkings. Heavy footsteps approach the stairs and quickly begin mounting. Charles's spell is nearing its crescendo but he realizes he won't finish the spell before Harold arrives at his current speed.

The room also begins warping and bending as reality begins to fray. The room seems to open up at the seams of every wall and ceiling joint and begins to unfold like a paper flower. Above and beyond you is the infinite darkness of space speckled with shining stars, colorful nebulae, and halos of exploded stars. And beyond them, more sensed than seen, is some indescribable shape larger than the human mind can comprehend. But nearer, smaller, more definite, you sense the shape of a man screaming in rage. The sound rings more in your mind than your ears.

Barrington bars the door just as something begins pounding on the other side. "Let me in! You don't know what you're doing!" The voice definitely sounds like Harold Hawkings. But just then Charles completes the ritual.

As the ritual concludes, the house shudders. A harrowing, unearthly cry, still recognizably human and male, echoes through the space. You feel this event as vibrations throughout your entire bodies. Pieces of the ceiling plunge to the floor, windows shatter, and lamps topple and smash. Finally, the architecture itself tears and buckles, pulling and thrusting into a huge sculpture: the frozen face of Memphis the Great! Its expression is one of terrible agony and despair. At this precise moment, the remaining glowing orbs cease to glow. The giant face statue splinters apart and the visage is no more. The house is still and quiet.

The strong pounding at the door resumes. "Open this door right now! I have already called the police so you are just making this worse for yourselves. What are you doing in there?" Harold's voice is muffled by the door and everything piled in front of it.