Lovecraftian Ten-Word Game

[Wulfhere]

You have ten words to add to a harrowing tale of blasphemous, noisome, rugose terror, such as Ol' H.P. would produce...

The Case of Honore Deschaiux started plainly enough, with a

[Dozus]

phonecall.  It was one Miss Adeline Bordeaux, heir to the

[Murometz]

Deschaiux Estates and Wineries. Mademoiselle Bordeaux was afraid. She claimed

[Ancient Gamer]

that her beloved fiancee, Dr. Joseph Bordeaux, had disappeared while

[Wulfhere]

shopping for antiques among the rustic hamlets of the French

[Murometz]

Countryside. The police questioned the manservant who accompanied Bordeuax but

[Ancient Gamer]

all he did was to mutter incomprehensible gibberish and nonesense.

[Dozus]

I caught the next train for the vineyards.  Oddly, on

[Ancient Gamer]

the station I was greeted by a peculiar man, he

[Wulfhere]

stared familiarly at me, his jaundiced complexion and yellowed eyes

[Murometz]

betraying his magnanimous nature. I recognized him then! It was

[Dozus]

Doctor Magnus MacRouth, an ancient history professor I had met

[Chaosmark]

whilst going to Cambridge four years ago. He was known

[Ancient Gamer]

to be slightly unhinged, but otherwise quite alright. So I

[Dozus]

gave him a friendly greeting, waiting to see if he

[valadaar]

recognized me in turn. Nothing prepared me for his reaction.

[dark_dragon]

His eyes suddenly widened and his hand dove into his

[Dozus]

pocket.  "You!" he gasped, "I knew you!"  He fumbled with

[Murometz]

with an item, then withdrew it from his pocket. It

[Chaosmark]

was an old, worn piece of parchment. He looked at

[Murometz]

me then and said, "I cannot myself believe what I--

[Kinslayer]

... have done, what I have read in this blasphemous tome.

[Murometz]

And it's all related to Honore Deschaiux' disappearence I'm afraid.

[Rei]

As I shake in horror, I pulled out a knife ---

[Kinslayer]

... and drew its edge across my palm.  Then, I placed...