"Lasater was accustomed to waking up naked, face down in a ditch. He knew what to do when he had no money, no ID, and no real idea where he was. He was versed in the secrets and shibboleths of freaks and desperate men. That’s why, when he awoke in a comfortable terry-cloth robe on the middle of a king sized pillow top mattress, his first instinct was mortal terror..."
So begins Apophenia, a Lovecraftian Horror of 8500 words by David Alday.
Lasater doesn't want much. He's a simple man. Give him a handful of Schedule IV narcotics and a safe place to lay his head, and you need never think of him again.
But when his regular dealer disappears, he'd forced to make a compromise - trust a new dealer? It goes against everything he'd ever been taught, but if the only other choice is sobriety...
But what exactly did this new dealer give him? What's going on?
And how did he end up in Innsmouth?
