Guest Blog and Giveaway: Beneath by Robin Heggelund Hansen

Mythical Creatures in Eldritch City
It’s natural, I believe, to look upon Eldritch City with eyes of curiosity and anticipation. In a place where the darkest corners of your mind could very well be real, then surely it must be possible to catch glimpses of mythical creatures like vampires, werewolves and, perhaps, even Frankensteins monster? I’m here to tell you that that won’t happen. I mean it will, but it won’t.
It is important to know that while anything can happen in Eldritch City, it is intended to be a clean slate. In the stories to come, you will probably read about creatures that drink blood, humans who come back from the dead and maybe even creatures that can change shape. However, one should not confuse these with vampires or werewolves. The shapeshifting creatures of Eldritch City may, or may not, be allergic to silver. Those who drink blood are not implicitly beautiful, or live forever. What they are, what powers they possess, and what motivations power their actions, is largely unknown.

Welcome to Eldritch City. BeneathEldritch City Shorts  Book 1Robin Heggelund Hansen
Genre: Crime/HorrorDate of Publication: March 21st, 2015
ASIN: B00V0R5QYW
Number of pages: 15 Word Count: 5100
Book Description:
Nine years have passed since the tragic and mysterious deaths of Mr. Phillips and his daughter. A new clue surfaces, one which the lead investigator will follow to the brink of insanity.  Available at Amazon


Excerpt:
To whoever reads this: I feel that I must apologize if what you find on these pieces of paper appears to be nothing more than a collection of near-indecipherable words. I can assure you that I have tried everything I can think of, and yet I cannot keep my hands from trembling. This, however, is only a symptom of my much greater problems.I cannot eat, or sleep, or even close my eyes for longer than the briefest of moments. I feel as if I’m about to lose my mind, but I’m clear enough to realize that I have to get this story off my chest, before it consumes whatever sanity I have left. Unfortunately, the only recipient I can trust with a story as bizarre and horrible as this are the same pieces of paper upon which these words are written.For officers of the Eldritch City Police Department, no two days are alike. Even with this in mind, yesterday morning would still single itself out as peculiar. As I entered the precinct to begin my shift, I met a man who I realized was from out of town. It was clear that he was uncomfortable since he was constantly scratching his arm and shifting his gaze. It was as if he was trying to view the entire room at once.There are many things that can be said of Eldritch City, but the one thing people always remember is the air. It’s not that it has a particular smell, but it has a way of sticking to your skin, like wet clothes on a rainy day. Us locals usually say that it is due to the humidity that comes with being in a warm coastal city, but humid air does not leave you with a feeling of being watched, or that something terrible is about to happen. Given time, one learns to hide this discomfort. People from out of town, however, usually haven’t learnt the knack.The man introduced himself as Deputy Swanson of the Heartbrook Sheriff’s office. Upon learning my name, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “It would seem I am in luck,” he said. “It is in fact you that I have come here to see.”Before continuing the conversation, I invited Swanson back to my desk — I have yet to earn my own office — and offered him a choice of coffee or tea, of which he chose the latter. When we were both sitting comfortably, I asked what had brought him all the way here from Heartbrook. To this he responded by handing me a newspaper article, dating back nine years. The article was an interview with a younger me regarding a murder case out by Mirkwood. I knew the article well, not just because I was the subject of the interview, but also because the case in question had been troubling me ever since I had been assigned to it.Nine years earlier, for their summer-break, the Phillips family had gone out to their newly built cabin in Mirkwood, on the outskirts of the city. Only a day into their vacation, Mr. Phillips and his daughter, Julia, were brutally murdered. Their bodies had been mutilated to the point of being barely recognizable — large portions of flesh were missing. It was almost as if something had fed on them. The coroner couldn’t rule out an animal attack, but thought it unlikely since the wounds were inconsistent with the bite of any species known to be living in Mirkwood.
About the Author:
Robin was born on a cold winter night in Oslo, Norway, 1989. Growing up, he was always fond of telling stories, leading people to wonder when, not if, he would move on to writing stories of his own. Inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, he wrote his first short story, 'Beneath', in 2015.
Blog: http://insideeldritchcity.tumblr.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/eldritchcityauthor
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