Kneeling in front of their blood spattered altars, hidden from sight in the ruins of once prosperous towns along the northeast seaboard, they chant blasphemous verses in secret rites intended to empower their living goddess. Hundreds of worshipers, from the cold wastes of Vermont, to the brick and steel urban blight of the New York/New Jersey megaplex, work tirelessly to bring to fruition “the great writhing,” that time when Kristina Laum will ascend to godhood and once again be known as Kimona Wanalaya.

(This photo was found at the scene of a grisly human sacrifice off route 280 on the NJ turnpike.)

Few know of the cult’s existence, and fewer still live to tell the tale of an encounter with the Kimonites. Their secret network is protected by unfettered access to the wealth of rich and powerful members as well as high ranking government officials. Many who run afoul of the cult must spend the remainder of their lives in hiding, always pursued by the blood thirsty acolytes of “the dread beauty” who demands the lives and souls of all men be forfeit to her. Such is the fate of the brave knights of Quest for Kimona, whose innocent search for knowledge has led to death threats and strange happenings.

The leader of the quest, known only as “The Founder,” will not reveal his identity, nor that of his associates, for fear of the dire consequences. But during my investigations into the cult, I have seen the herculean efforts they have made to ascertain the identity of “The Founder,” and worse still, the progress they have made. The brave souls participating in the Quest for Kimona should take precautions; flee I say for soon they will come for you!

The cult’s rituals are savage, brutal and would rob the sanity of weaker willed readers if I even described the sensuous sanguine horrors that even now are being performed in Kristina’s honor. These rites are soul wrenching obscenities that would disgust even the most jaded libertine. It is said that Kristina herself is unaware of the rites, but that her ghostly alter ego attends the ceremonies while Kristina sleeps!

(I was given this photo by a nebulous Kimona at one of the cult’s rites where they tried to initiate me into their perverse coven.)

I warn you readers, beware! The cult grows and it breeds horror of a cosmic scale. I infiltrated one of their festivals on Halloween, held at an abandoned church in Providence R.I., and was able to smuggle out pictures which I now, in the light of day, cannot in good conscience publish. They are obscene beyond belief, and I doubt any amount of cajoling comments (in our convenient comments section) could convince me to post these pictures of orgiastic cultists.

The day after the festival the building was gone! That is the scale of power involved.

Beware, and should you ever hear the chant “Ia Ia shub Kristina Ia Ia Kimona ftagn” then run I tell you, run and never look back.