Fairy Tale

by Stephen King

That’s a version of Cthulhu over those arches, and is that what Gogmagog is? High priest of the Elder Gods, dreaming his malevolent dreams in the ruins of R’lyeh? Is that what Elden wants to ask another favor of?

Flabby, misshapen mushrooms, as white as a dead man’s fingers, were growing out of the cracks in the walls.

I had a strong premonition that neither Princess Leah nor I were ever going to see the world outside again.

What we saw swimming out of that dark star-shot sky was terrible, but the real horror was this: it was also beautiful.

realized that whatever the thing in the well might be, it wasn’t Cthulhu. Elden was this world’s Cthulhu, as surely as Dora was the old woman who lived in a shoe and Leah was the goose girl.

“I KNOW YOUR NAME!”

“I KNOW YOUR NAME, GOGMAGOG, AND I COMMAND YOU TO RETURN TO YOUR LAIR!”