In the Land of the House of Night
The following is considered high value information, and is classified eyes only for Director Margaret Santo of the FBI.
This is a formal report from Agent Daniel Walker. Agent Walker has been working undercover for the past four years as part of Operation Godfather, an infiltration of certain criminal groups with ties stretching from the United States to areas around the world, with central power structures located around the Mediterranean Coast, particularly in Italy and Tunisia. His identity is of the utmost secrecy because of the immense risk to his life and the lives of his family members. As such, in all standard discourse, including internal communications, he is to be referred to as Agent A.
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In all my years of service with the police force and with the FBI, I have never been forced to discuss something as strange or as mind boggling as the power structure I recently observed in Italy. In May of 2005, I came here because of fears that there might be a threat to national security associated with two crime families in New York City which had connections to a larger criminal society in Naples, and I am reporting now, in November of 2009, that not only were those fears based on undeniable truth, they were drastically understated.
When I arrived, I was set up with a job in a restaurant in Naples where high ranking members of the largest crime family in the area, the Alvonzi clan, were known to eat frequently. Through some of the waiters who were apparently associated with the crime family, I made it known to them that I was looking for more ‘gainful’ employment. I did not think much of it at the time, but the waiters were not very willing to speak on my behalf. At the time, I suspected that they were just suspicious of outsiders, but now I realize that they were probably more afraid of their own employers than of me. If I were discovered to be someone wishing to do the family harm, the blame would eventually come to them, and they would be punished greatly.
My first meeting with one of the Alvonzis was at that restaurant, on a reserved second floor balcony and dining area which offered some privacy. The man who spoke with me was actually a low ranking ‘foot soldier’, but I didn’t know that at the time. He carried an air of confidence, and seemed to have quite a bit of power. Among the people in town, he probably did. A connection with the Alvonzis, I found out, was a badge of strength and invincibility.
He spoke with me and offered to contact me within the week if I got a job from the Alvonzis. If not, he said, I would never hear from him again, and further attempts to contact the family were ’strongly discouraged’.
I received a call on my Blackberry three days later, and was invited to have dinner with a local Alvonzi captain, a genetic member of the family who lived in the hills just outside of Naples. I was to be picked up at the restaurant, blindfolded, and driven there in such a way that I couldn’t retrace my steps. Despite being scared by the possibility that I could be executed, I accepted the offer, and met with some of the captain’s men at the restaurant. They put me in the back of a Cadillac Escalade after a frisk search for weapons, and drove me on a winding course through the city, then through the countryside, until finally we reached our destination.
The Alvonzi captain lived in a fairly modest villa, surrounded by acres of vineyards and what looked like a winery. I was driven up to the front door, where the man stepped out to meet me. He greeted me with a mask of hospitality and a cold embrace, then brought me inside of his home to talk business.
Inside, the first thing that struck me was the coldness of the place. It was late evening, and he had the air conditioner running. The captain, whose name was Carlito, talked to me about his personal life for a while (making up most of the stories off the top of his head), then asked me about my self. It was a sort of interview. I told him that I was from Palermo, Sicily, had grown up as the oldest son of a single mother, and had learned to fend for myself. I subtly hinted that I had killed two men who had tried to steal from my mother during my childhood, something that I thought he would receive well. He appeared to, and we talked for a while longer before he asked me if I could use some money. I said yes.
My work for Carlito Alvonzi started with some pretty basic jobs. I drove him around to meetings with other Alvonzi family members in Naples and the surrounding countryside, and once took him to my ‘home town’ of Palermo to meet with members of another major clan, the Gillespies. It was during that meeting that I began to understand the power structure of the Alvonzi’s world.
The Gillespies were the most powerful in Italy, and, therefore, in the world. I didn’t ask questions, but I got some answers, anyway. They had a leader whom everyone called ‘The Matron’ and looked up to with respect. I did not see her during my visit, because she was far above the meeting that Carlito was attending, but I heard a good deal about her. Everyone who I met spoke constantly about her children, asking how they were doing, and whether they had ‘progressed’. I didn’t understand then, but someone later told me that, to ‘progress’, the child had to become a murderer. After that, they were given a share of the family fortune.
When we got back to Naples after that meeting, I started climbing up a bit through the rankings of the Alvonzi foot soldiers. Carlito began to talk to me, not as a friend, but as a worthy subservient. He asked me to drive him to meet with some of the Family leaders at a private party hosted in the Alvonzi Patron’s villa, and I secretly jumped at the opportunity, while keeping my cool on the outside.
On this trip, we took Carlito’s private vehicle, an Ashton Martin. Carlito rode in the back, and two armed men were with us. During the entire trip, Carlito talked about how much he loved driving on his own through the countryside, but how he felt that he would be looked down on if he did not know how to properly ‘use men’. The man sitting beside of me looked visibly nervous, and was sweating despite the fact that it was night when we left Naples, and the air conditioner was on at its highest setting.
Carlito met with the Patron in a palatial mansion, twenty seven miles outside of Naples in a secluded grove. The parking lot outside looked like a showroom for some of the most expensive cars I had ever seen. There were some that I had to search for on the internet to identify properly, because they were so rare and so expensive that they were the toys of billionaires. Next to some of them, a Cadillac would look like a Yugo. The most impressive, painted silver and gold and probably costing five times as much as my house, had two tall, powerful looking men guarding it. Their eyes followed my every step until I walked into the villa.
It was at that party that I learned the truth about the Alvonzis, which I hesitate to relay here out of fear that I won’t be believed. You see, I had been approaching the Alvonzis as though they were some sort of typical criminal organization, like the Mafia. The FBI had that attitude, too. What I realized, though, was that they were something else entirely.
Going into the party, I saw the Alvonzis walking around nude and fully ‘displayed’, as they call it. At first, my mind refused to accept what I was seeing. Then, I wanted to run.
They were like goblins, pale white, nearly translucent, and extremely tall. Their faces were extended into lizard-like snouts, and their nails were extended into powerful claws. Their eight foot tall bodies were lean and powerfully muscled, and their hair stretched down to their wastes. On seeing me and the other humans walking in with Carlito, they all glared at us. There were other humans at the party, but I still couldn’t help feeling like we were about to be slaughtered like dogs. We probably would have been, had Carlito not smiled, thrown off his clothing, and undergone the most horrifying transformation I’ve ever seen. His body stretched as cartilage extended and pulled flesh taught. The pigment in his tanned, olive complexion was stretched so thin that he became ghost white, just like all of the others.
When he opened his mouth, he spoke in Latin. I didn’t understand a word of it, and I was too scared to try to interpret when he finally switched back to Italian. I spent the remainder of the party too scared to even feel rational terror, and much too frightened to actually pick out the leader of the Alonzis or any of the other Families in the crowd of terrifying figures. Somehow, I managed to drive Carlito back to his villa before being driven back to the apartment where I lived in Naples.
The human who drove me there talked a bit about the Alvonzis, and about what I saw. It turns out that they are what are called the Noctros, the Knights of Night. There are seven major Noctros families in Italy, with the Alvonzis and Sorlozos being the most powerful beneath the Gillespies. The major Noctros families had their hands in everything that could make them money. They had large investments in the stock market, in the Swiss banking system, in oil companies and drug runners, and in pretty much every terrorist or militant group on Earth. The control over terrorists and militants served three purposes; first, they could be a source of income from looted territory, second, they were guaranteed not to attack the Noctros, and third, they gave the Noctros a good deal of control over world politics.
The man didn’t know much about where the Noctros came from originally, except that most of their human employees had a belief from somewhere that they originally came to the Mediterranean from North Africa, and arrived there from space at some point in the very distant past.
Power in Noctros society came from two sources. One was age, and the Noctros could become quite old. The head of the Alvonzi clan was said to be older than the historical record; dating back to 4700 B.C. The second source of power in Noctros society was being a female willing and able to have children, because of rampant infertility among the species. There were only a handful of Noctros born every hundred years, and so the Matron of the Gillespie family had cemented her claim to power by becoming a mother of three.
The man also talked about the vehicles when I mentioned them. Apparently, the Noctros loved living on the luxuries of human society, and they loved none of those better than vehicles. Cars were a particular status symbol among the Noctros, and were not even necessarily tied to money. Many Noctros were rich, but if they bought certain types of cars which were above them, they could be punished just like a soldier who put on the uniform of a general. The lowest rankings of the Noctros drove Cadillacs, the low ranking generals and captains drove Ashton Martins and similar sports cars. Cheaper Ferraris and Lamborghinis were reserved for higher ranking generals, and the heads of some lower Noctros families and highest ranking generals of the most powerful drove rare and expensive sports cars. The heads of the Alvonzi and Sorlozos drove Reventons, and the Matron of the Gillespie clan drove a Bugatti Veyron, the car that I had seen at the party.
Turns out, if I had taken a step in its direction, they would have ripped me to pieces, alive and screaming.
When I got back to my apartment, I seriously considered stepping out of the mission, but I decided, possibly against my better judgment, that I would see Operation Godfather through to the end.
I learned a bit more about Noctros society. About their feeding habits, about their religious practices (many belonged to a strange religious sect which I can’t even begin to explain with the limited knowledge gained from my observations), even about their sexual lives and their exploitation of human men and women. I could fill a biology text book with the information that I learned about them, but that isn’t what I’m trying to do here.
I just want you to consider one important bit of information. The Noctros do not like heat. It weakens them. Fire is the only way to kill them. In fact, if they are dishonored, they consider burning themselves alive to be the only way to reclaim that honor. I learned this from a human gunman who worked for the Noctros and had seen one of them do this. He said that they would lie quietly on a couch while they had gasoline poured over their bodies, and then would try to remain silent as they slowly cooked in the flames. If they screamed, then they were dishonored, and destined to burn for eternity.
Obviously, they won’t be quite so complacent if a person tries to take them down, but it may be the only way to stop one. I’m terrified by the idea of outright war with them, and I hope that you have the wisdom not to try to deal with the Noctros families in America. I hate to recommend that you do nothing about a criminal threat in America, but this may be a threat we can’t deal with.
When we look back at our past, we see stories of vampires, of ghosts, of goblins which all share the same features everywhere on the planet. I think that we, as a species, know that we should fear the Noctros.
I’m going to be back in America in three weeks, and I’m going to be able to put all of this behind me. I hope that my wife and kids will still be waiting for me. I don’t want anything to do with this in the future, and I’m sorry, but this is also my resignation letter from service for the FBI.
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Credited to DigitalMadness (C.S. Bare)
Wowsa. Goblins from space running the mafia? Damn, dude. A tad unoriginal, but still strange as all getout. Also, the pasta was written amazingly. I would have liked to hear more about the Noctros themselves, but as it is, the pasta gets a 7/10 from me.
Meh, lots of misspellings and the writing style is very raw. However excellent effort and I like where your head was at. It takes a lot of creativity to develop a new race just for your own story. Keep working at it, I think you show a lot of promise.
Goblins from space running the mafia. HOW IN THE WORLD IS THAT UNORIGINAL?!?!? Shadow2by4 did you write that as an exact opposite to how you really felt as a joke? It was very creative and original but the writing wasn’t good. Are you feeling ok?
Decent.
Decent.
Pretty crazy, sounds like a strange dream.
THE LIZARD PEOPLE WERE IN CONTROL! THE WHOLE TIME!
get your tinfoil hats out everyone! it’s a con-spee-raaa-cceee!
Although the idea of “space vampires/goblins” isn’t *that* original — just look at the B-Movies from the 1950s — it’s certainly more interesting than the ritualistic/look-behind-you/vampire/zombie drivel that’s been posted lately. This story is well-written, as well. Letter Grade: A
Dammit, I need to start using a different user name. I thought that *I* was the only Dylan here.
You know, the worst thing about this pasta is that the author named an Italian crime family… the *Gillespies*. Is that seriously the most mafiosi name they could think of? The unscary stuff about stretchy white goblins is just gravy after that.
2nd O.o
damn i’m so close…
i liked this one, any chance it continues from the poker and football game ones? seems like a natural continuation.
Spelling mistakes everywhere.
Too far fetched… not creepy.
Kind of stale.
I guess the author tried and failed at making a creepypasta off of the KILL IT WITH FIRE meme
Kind of reminds me of The Midnight Meat Train insofar as the whole “otherworldly monsters pulling all the strings” revelation.
The whole “things from space controlling thing” brings the insanity of David Icke to mind.
I liked it. It was refreshing… Like a raspberry dessert.
Not bad ata ll.
I quite enjoyed this one - some rather tasty pasta there. My only teensy word of criticism - at the beginning of the story it’s labeled a ‘formal fbi report’ - however the writing style is personal and very subjective - if it were me - changing just that one little thing (say, calling it in informal report, or some such) would tie the entire together. Other than that - well written!
Car is named ASTON MARTIN. Jesus.
Interesting, but it never creeped me out. There was no big twist or horrible occurence at the end, just “hey there’s these goblins from space and they do bad shit.”
There are too many cliched themes for me to even count in this story. Go C.S. Bare! Don’t be afraid to take it over the top and run with it! I say keep going, and don’t stop until you’ve worked in absolutely everything. Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, mysterious ancient Egyptian glyphs, the Holocaust, alien abductions, mind control and tin foil hats, government conspiracies, EVERYTHING. Don’t let a single paranormal phenomenon go unexplained! Although I must agree with C van A, you really should put in a little more work into naming your mob families. Maybe take some inspiration from the names of real mob families?
only thing I didn’t like about this one was how the main character mentioned he had to be blind folded in the car, but some how knew he was driving through the countryside. Maybe I just misread it though
I was kinda gonna take this story seriously, but then the auhor made a FUCKING TERRIBLE MISTAKE. How DARE you spell Aston Martin wrong. Ashton Martin? You should probably kill yourself.
Other than spelling errors though, i guess it was pretty decent. except for the parts where it was unoriginal. which was most of it.
I rather liked this story, actually. I didn’t mind it being kinda lengthy because I was still able to enjoy it the whole way through. It wasn’t necessarily as creepy as pasta should be, and had more of a sci-fi twist than anything else, but it was still a fine story.
9/10
It was a nice build-up, but the ending took a bit too long to explain…
At least he spelled Lamborghini Reventon right, and Bugatti Veyron EB 16.4. Otherwise I would have CRIED.
But really? Space aliens? I think you could have done a decent job if you weren’t trying to write a scary story. If this was something else, you could have continued, kuz it was decent. For some reason it reminded me of Boondock Saints. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
So, aligator mafia aliens.
Odd how such origional subject matter could actually alleviate the amount of ennui I felt before reading this. (Apologies, I just love that word.)
Anyway- has anybody else noticed the glaring lack of a certain ‘creep factor’ in recent pastas?
David Icke-style space lizards at the head of a giant conspiracy. Right.
And too many spelling mistakes and for that matter, how the hell is “Gillespie” supposed to be an Italian name?
@whatevah: No, it’sh Ashton Martin, you shtupid bashtard.
I can’t deny that it was good, it was very oniginal as well. I just don’t think It was very creepy at all.
too long. too boring. did not read.
Pasta was ruined by Ashton Martin and Gillespie (which is Scottish/Irish not Italian). Not a bad concept but not creepy in any way.
I think it should have had a twist at the end, something like..i dont know. like a PS,like i nthat one about the soldier who gets captured,and when his mom steams off the stamp it says P.S. Theyve cut off my legs. or something,it would be cool to have a sudden twist in there,something heart dropping.but overall,amazingly written. 9/10 from me.
This was a damn good pasta! Rarely do I write a review, but I had to when I read this. It rapt my attention and that’s a compliment from em to you! It had many scatterings of the “David Icke lizards control the world pandemonium. Overall; nice twist to the mafia story by throwing in the “lizardnati” into the mix. Also, it was very clearly written and very enthralling. 10 stars out of 10.
Whoa, nice.
to be honest, i found the title and the story had no relevance to one another.
This just seems like an excuse to cream over cars.
Bad.
Was it really necessary to go on for a whole paragraph about the car ranking system? Hell, why are ancient mafia space goblins obssessed with cars to being with?
For everyone who is pointing out that “Gillespie” isn’t a mafia family name, touche. That is actually a shout out to a video game / movie that I like. The family name Sorlozzo is also a reference to The Godfather.
And as soon as I realized that I misspelled Ashton Martin, I knew that all hell was going to break loose for some reason.
Most boring pasta yet. i give it a generous 1/10.
I can’t help but think this would have made a better novella or full-blown story than a pasta. It seems like it would have been much creepier with a full plot.
Cause I mean, space goblins in the mafia? Hells to the yeah.
Also, this would have made the Sopranos much more entertaining.
If the spelling mistakes and writing style were ironed out a bit, this could make an interesting story. a creepypasta though? eh…..not so much.
It was originalish (reminds me a little of Christopher Pike’s “Monster”), but the car is an “Aston” Martin, not Ashton.
…originality also brought us sparkling vampires, which we can all agree was original but one of the the most goddamn fucking stupid ideas in recent writing. So all of you saying, “This is so ORIGINAL!” can stfu.
Not that this is as bad as Twilight- just, space goblins. In the mafia. Really? It’s great to be creative, but can you be creative in a way that’s not just all over the place?
Fuck those haterz and, most of all, fuck weird ass isantorin! The pasta was so good, I read it 3 times. For those of you looking for perfect english lessons (isantorin), go shove a book up your sad ass, or better yet, go get a job, freakin weirdo!
Plus, I love the “car” and wealth part. Makes me wanna get on my stuff so that I could be driving ashton martins and, especially, Beyrvon Bugottis! Hell I need to work on my gold digging skillz and get me a rich man or find me an Alvonzi! He streats me like a woman (diamonds, wealth etc) and i’ll definitely treat him like a man (sex)!
But who was As’h'ton Martin?
@isantorin:
Yes, originality brought us ’sparkling vampires’, but I think any comparison between those and ‘legendary space demon mafia dons’ is tenuous at best. You have to ask yourself, would you be scared of it if you ran into it in a dark alley, or would you laugh and call it gay looking? If you don’t think an eight foot tall, pale, xenomorph-looking demon with terrorist connections could be intimidating, then you’re insane.
Good descriptive style. I thoroughly enjoyed the story but wondered if you could have actually gone further with the Noctros and their violent aggressions to make this pasta even more creepy than just slightly chilling.
Watch out for waste and waist. These little things don’t really detract too much from the story but for me, when I’m reading and fully engrossed in the plot and a word mistake/typo like that happens, it feels like I’m smacked back to reality.
@ the anonymous above paper pasta:
I’m comparing them in terms of originality, they’re both original! But that doesn’t make them both good ideas (not that this is as bad an idea as a sparkly vampire, of course). I’m not comparing them in terms of what is or isn’t scary. The idea IS scary, but it’s just too “…wtf?!” for me to be scared of, at home, looking at my computer screen. In a dark alleyway, yes, it would be scary, but I’m not in one, luckily.
@Raven N. : …………… someone’s mistaken about who needs English lessons.
worst title ever.
isantorin —- you need life lessons! Glad to see that you are away from your minimum wage job at Kinko’s to get back on the computer and teach all the rest of us “dolts” computer (nazi) grammar for dummies. Anyways, I want to make a bet!
LET’S SEE ISANTORIN WRITE A PASTA! YEAH!
@ Raven N:
Isantorin has a right to his opinion; he just said that the story isn’t particularly scary, and I agree. Scary wasn’t what I was going for. I figured out that I couldn’t build up the emotional tension for a genuinely scary story in a few paragraphs quite a long time ago, and so I mostly write science fiction. I would definitely describe this as sci-fi, rather than creepypasta.
This was very well-written, I thought. However, there were some enormous transition errors that I thought were its downfall. Investigating a crime family that turns into lizard aliens just like that? And the only foreshadowing is that they like the cold? Everything about the family (other than them being lizards, of course) was pretty generic and unoriginal too.
I liked it. The supernatural part wasn’t too farfetched and he Author didn’t make the Noctros another fucking godlike-invincible race. 7/10 for the disturbance factor.
tl;dr
I would buy this if it were rewritten to be a novel. 9/10.
@isantorin: While I am a fan of Twilight, you are so right, sparkly vampires are NOT scary. But I WOULD like to point out that those of us who have read the books know that it’s not suppose to be scary. The sparkliness is simply to dazzle and confuse prey, thus leaving them weak and vulnerable. If Twilight had never been written, and you saw a sparkly person, you would stop and stare, correct? That’s what the writer was trying to make clear. But in the movie, that detail didn’t make itself known. But overall, I do agree with your comparisons.
@DigitalMadness: This would be great if it was lengthened and made into a novel. The idea is pretty good, but can’t be explained well in a few paragraphs. I think it has good potential to be scary if it were longer.
Intereshting pashta you wrote there, boy. Now I’m off to Shouth Cali, where I jusht love driving around in my Ashton Martin. Goodbye!
I don’t get how they can come from North Africa and not like cold…
@Anonymous:
They moved north into Europe for a reason : )
@Anonymous:
It might also help to clarify, when I talk about Europe ‘a long time ago’, I mean during the last ice age, when a map of Europe looked like this:
http://higheredbcs.wiley.com/legacy/college/levin/0471697435/chap_tut/images/le13_37.jpg
There were glaciers in Italy at the time, and it could be a pretty cold place.
When he mentioned that the guy next to him in the car was sweating even though the AC was on, I thought “REPTOIDS!”
Turns out I was right.
ASTON MARTIN********
and dumb.
interesting idea. When it comes to pasta, reading a story that mostly revolves around the mafia was an original start.
*yawn* too long and confuzing with all these names, couldnt bother reading the rest
Good Enough To Entertain. Also quite interesting. Being the type of reader that I am, I Have to say that the beginning of what started the story didn’t pull me in as much as towards the end. Overall, I’d say It’s not bad.
Ideas a little bit cliched but I enjoyed it none-the-less.
This wasn’t too bad, except for a few minor details:
- No way is this document classified. It would’ve already been taken down.
- Several spelling errors ruined the story for me, because I was broken from the illusion of a real report.
- … space goblins? A bit too weird for me.
6/10
Because the government lets you post classified documents on the internet :downs:
Good, good. It gets a little out there and needs proofreading, as others said, but the goblin people scared the shit out of me. I particularly liked it because I’m writing a screenplay about an undercover officer tracking a supernatural drug dealer (sort of a Native American vampire) which is a similar premise.
“The Land of the House of the Guy of the Cheese of the World of the Place.”
3 things
-Dude, are you getting paid for product placement or something? Blackberry, Lamborghini, Bugatti and more! Christ, I think I just wasted several minutes of my life on a car commercial starring mafia goblins.
-Mafia Goblins???
-Hint: Many many words and paragraphs describing every detail of every event does not a creepy story make. It is ludicrously boring.
This story made me think of RPGs. First I was reminded of V:TM because I was getting the vamp vibe (the game’s Giovanni clan, if you’ll recall, was a bunch of mobster vampires), then the fire-kills-them business mad me think of D&D (fire kills trolls).
Most of the story was weak but a good ending might of saved it instead of just a couple talking heads going on about spooky shit. In fact it would have been better if there’s been vamps or werewolves involved simply for the possibility of transformation.
And by the way, how is it he’s just hopping a plane back to America? Clearly dude’s watched the Godfather, did we skip the part where you don’t just walk away from the mob?
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