Magick – Horror Novel

Posted: April 29, 2012 in Horror, Novels

I have a mission: to write the most terrifying horror novel EVER. This is something I’ve been plugging away at for a while, ever since an idea popped into my head on the shores of Loch Ness.

The idea: four friends rent a holiday cottage on the shores of Loch Ness, for a lad’s weekend away. The only trouble: it is Boleskine House, former residence of black magician Aleister Crowley. They have to survive three days and three nights of inexplicable terror, and not all will make it through the weekend.

So far… the four friends have arrived, hung-over from a drinking session in Edinburgh. After a surly encounter in the nearby village, they have made their way to Boleskine House, past the graveyeard close to the shores of Loch Ness. They’ve dumped their bags, set up the X-Box (or Playstation or whatever) with cans of lager, and left it for the moment to explore the house. They don’t quite glimpse the bizarre images flicking on the screen as they turn and leave the lounge. They discover a trapdoor and a cellar with dust-covered ritual paraphernalia. One of the guys pulls on a Golden Fleece with a rams-head mast… he grunts and chokes as it tightens on his face, struggling to free himself. It only comes loose as something crashes to the floor upstairs. They scramble up the ladder to see a stag’s head has fallen to the floor… but it shifts and changes into the severed head of a goat, spluttering blood as gore spreads from its ragged neck.

Coming soon….  one of the friends makes a run for it, walking to the village to book a taxi when the phone doesn’t work. The village is strangely shut and he makes a terrifying discovery in the waters of Loch Ness. After a night of terror involving nocturnal presences, shambling shapes and a windowful of flies, the remaining three try to escape, but are herded in by goats and something which stalks the nearby wood. A scraping at the window indicates the return of their departed friend… in some form or another. What horrors are hidden in the secret tunnel between the lodge… what rituals were conducted a century earlier, and what does “crossing the Abyss” mean?

I’ll be getting on for 10K words very soon at this rate. Then I’ll put it down and pick up one of the other works-in-progress!


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