Among the immigrant communities of Canada the following strange events reportedly transpired. A French-origin seaman recently returned with a disk bearing strange vaguely a human image engraved upon it. He succinctly explained that with a heavy accent that it was ‘the seal of hastour.” He could not explain or identify Hastur. Shortly after that, he disappeared and the seal was supposedly lost. It vanished for almost two weeks.
Within the third week after he had returned to Canada, a big black, shaggy dog of grotesque appearance found the seal somewhere and carried it to the doorstep of one Raj Chakraborty, 33 and his wife, age 24. Raj was the community handyman. He was at his workplace until one hour after his wife had found the seal. She brought it into the house and laid it on a shelf.
That night the moon was full. A high wind caused the limbs of the trees near the house to lash the door and windows. Raj Chakraborty had just entered a few minutes before that and sat in the corridor to work on a few documents someone handed to him in the office. Sivani was in the kitchen as usual. As the moon became visible and the wind rose higher, the seal slid off the shelf, stood on its edge and rolled into the hall. Raj noticed it and looked up from his work.
“Sivani, what is this?”
“What is what, Raju?”
“This disk thing?”
“I don’t know either. I found it at the doorstep before dinner only.”
Raj tried to remove the disk. As he grasped it, it became scalding hot and burnt his palms. He gasped. Sivani heard him and entered. She gaped at them. Suddenly, a strange voice whispered.
“This house and all in it are mine now.”
“I am He whose name should not be named. That is my seal. None shall lift it except by my accord. For trying to lift it, you must die. Your mate shall be under my control thereafter.”
The seal continued to scorch Raj Chakraborty until he dropped it. As he groped painfully,. It flew upward and fixed to his face, disfiguring it. A huge, loping figure that was hardly human stood before them. It had long, swaying and grasping tentacles that ended in suckers and drill-like points rather than arms. They swung about and snared Raj Chakraborty drilled his flesh and sucked his blood out. Moments later, Raj collapsed dead on the floor and his wife Sivani ran shrieking fearfully into the bedroom. She locked the door behind her, but it failed to protect her. A few moments later, she heard a sound at the door. Then, she turned to look. A humungous, serpentine penis like organ was squirming and writhing towards her. She stood fixed at the bed, in shock. Then, she felt something like hands pull her wrapper from her waist, and then seize and rend her panties away. They struck her so that she fell onto the bed.
The hands parted her legs forcefully and exposed her vagina. Then the penis writhed and slithered towards the lips. It penetrated and remained lodged within her vagina. She fainted. However, the penis did not discharge fluids.
The following night, after the Chakrabortys house had quieted down and Hastur had supposedly gone, the shaggy dog reappeared and carried the seal along the road to a house about 2 blocks away and left the seal on the doorstep. However, the wife was busy in the bedroom and the owner was away on duty. The daughter, Shefali, age 16, found the seal and brought it into her bedroom.
At 9:45 that night, Shefali was helping her mother with housework. In the girl’s bedroom, the seal rolled onto the floor and headed for the door, which lay open. The seal wended its way through the door and into the corridor. Her mother, noticed the seal first and asked about it.
“Hey, Shefali, did you brought that thing here?”
“I found it outside, Mummie.”
“It seems to be a medal or something.”
“It’s very strange, Mummie. There are no common markings on it.”
“How did it got here?”
“A dog must have carried it here, Mummie.”
The mother, a dumpy, short woman of 35 years from a small outlying village, reached to lift it and it suddenly burned her palms. She howled in pain and Shefali stared at her. Shefali had handled it without accident and failed to understand why her mother suffered. Suddenly, the seal leapt upward and fixed itself to the woman’s face. It disfigured her and blinded her. Then the same strange apparition appeared.
‘You and your house belong to me,’ it whispered.
“My name cannot be named, girl. I am elder than your gods by several thousand years. So long as I stay in this house, you must serve me. Your mother is useless.”
While Hastur was making a slave, someone had passed by the Cakraborty house and noticed that the door hung open. He sauntered inside, calling names, but soon discovered Raj Cakraborty disfigured and dead on the floor and Sivani Cakraborty lying exposed and in deep shock on the bed. However, seeing Raj Cakraborty’s condition, he knew that the matter was not simply rape and murder. Someone or something more terrible had abused them. He phoned the local police, but they were as puzzled about the case as he was.
Since the police were preoccupied with the Cakraborty case, and they lacked evidence either way around, they could not investigate the Gupta house until several days later. Shefali Gupta had vanished from her community and her mother lay dead in the hall. Before the police had arrived, nearly eight days later, Hastur had at first locked Shefali in her bedroom along with the seal and tied her into her bed. He warned her with a menacing whisper that her mother had erred in handling his seal and he had punished her. In the wake, she [Shefali] was his slave. Her lips had been sealed and her vagina lay exposed as Sivani Cakraborty’s had, giving his serpentine organ access. For the following seven night s until the police arrived, he abused her and raped her in her bedroom. When he finally absconded with her, Shefali had almost gone mad.
An anonymous caller had, meanwhile, notified Vimal Gupta, Shefali’s father about his family. Vimal Gupta was certainly aggrieved by the matter. The police finally arrived, but Mrs. Gupta was too hideously decomposed and her face too disfigured to identify. The seal had disappeared. In fact, it vanished along with Hastur and Shefali Gupta.
Shefali’s whereabouts at that time remained unknown and her environment was very dark and damp. She was spread-eagled on a raised pedestal and wooden cross, stark nasked, and a swarm of slimy tentacles manipulated and handled her breasts. Simultaneously, more than one serpentine penis had sought and penetrated her vagina. Shefali shrieked in the darkness, loudly enough to either wake the dead or summon the police; but neither appeared. Vimal Gupta searched the neighborhood and enquired of his neighbors, but nobody could help him. He had to reconcile himself that he was alone again.