Thread 514724360

The unnamed narrator of the story goes into the middle of New York City to seek out and enter a lost underground city. After hearing a kvetching seemingly coming from deep inside the earth, the narrator inspects mysterious manholes and ventilation shafts until nightfall. The next day, the narrator discovers a neighborhood riddled with old buildings, almost unfit for human use. While he attends to his suddenly nervous Tesla, the narrator discovers a somewhat larger temple, with altars, cheap faux-wood panels, and a small tunnel going down. After he descends, his flashlight dies, and he crawls on his hands and knees until he enters a hallway with small wooden coffins containing bizarre creatures inside of them lining the walls.

The narrator notices a large amount of light coming from an unknown source. After crawling to it on his hands and knees, he sees a large brass door with a descent into a misty portal. He then hears moaning coming from the coffin passage, and feels a strong wind coming from the passage, trying to pull him down. Against all odds, he resists, and sees what appear to be rats with a body shaped like a cross between a troll and a neanderthal with a strange head common to neither of them, involving a sloping forehead, hooked nose, curly sideburns, and an fanged jaw crawling behind the lit portal. The wind dies down after the last of it flows down into the light, when suddenly the door closes behind the narrator, leaving him in the dark.

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>>514724360 (OP)
why was his car nervous

Man visits museum of memes—asks that it accept a pepe he has just made—old and learned curator laughs and says he cannot accept anything so modern. Man says that
‘dreams are older than brooding Egypt or the contemplative Sphinx or garden-girdled Babylonia’ and that he had fashioned the sculpture in his dreams. Curator bids him shew his product, and when he does so curator shews horror. Asks who the man may be. He tells modern name. “No—before that” says curator. Man does not remember except in dreams. Then curator offers high price, but man fears he means to destroy sculpture. Asks fabulous price—curator will consult directors.