The Earliest Beginnings of a Horror Story

This is heavily influenced by the works of H.P. Lovecraft.
Excuse the blatent plagerism, I am just trying to perfect the writing technique, rather the the actual story.

A Most Disheartening Tale.

I was once a friend of a Mr. J.K. Likelabour, a scientist. He and I both went to Wilsmansion College in Wolketaw, although we were never that close. He was always an acedemic, whereas I was an artist, albeit one with little talent. It was only in our final year in the College that his works enticed me.

He had been working on a device to allow a man to be without form, i.e. He could travel through a wall, leaving his body behind. He had written extensive thesis' on the subject, and studied with the guidance of many on the existance of out-of-body experiences. It appeared to Likelabour that a Man might have in his posseision 2 states of being, Concious and Unconcious. These states fluctuated during life, until death, at which point Man becomes unconcious until he rots, or until the end of time. If somebody could control these states of matter, then one could willfully live forever. One would not need any sustanance in this form, whyever would you?

I, of course, was captivated by these fanciful notions, and tagged along for the duration of the last year's hideous experiments. Nothing was sacred in that laboratory, and not once did Likelabour flich. It was as if a divine force was compelling him to finish without honour or contempt.

Having spent 5 years on his research, he knew that he was close to a breakthrough. How close, though, he did not know...