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New Ezekiel
By Michael Anthony Gordon Richard’s Delorean shimmied and sputtered, jerking its way off the Interstate like a steel crab minus some legs. Gordon punched the dashboard and cursed. The car was only two years old for Christ’s sake. Next time he’d bring a Honda. He maneuvered off the highway–the car glided downhill for a few [...]
31Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued“EXCURSION INTO MADNESS”
By George Morrow William McKinley, the twenty-fifth President of the United States, looked out a White House window on an evening early in the year 1900 and remarked to his wife, Ida, about the guests arriving for a reception. “They are the cream of the crop, my dear Ida. It should make for a splendid [...]
30Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Haunter of the Ring
by Robert Ervin Howard As I entered John Kirowan’s study I was too much engrossed in my own thoughts to notice, at first, the haggard appearance of his visitor, a big, handsome young fellow well known to me. “Hello, Kirowan,” I greeted. “Hello, Gordon. Haven’t seen you for quite a while. How’s Evelyn?” And before [...]
30Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE SILENCE
by Batya Deene The quiet brought it on. The complete silence. No hum of a refrigerator motor, no cascade of water from the sink, no hiss of a gas flame on the stove. The absence of sound, an emptiness, a vacuum. But Nature abhors a vacuum, especially Lilah’s nature, and she filled the silence with [...]
30Dec2009 | Editor | 2 comments | ContinuedWITCH HILL COVE AND THE STRANGE ACCOUNT OF WILLIAM BAILEY
By Travis J Fowler I It was the last week of the semester before summer break at Miskatonic University in 1937. I majored in folklore/ancient theology and was preparing for my finals of what was to be my final semester before entering the graduate program in the fall. It was during this final week of [...]
28Dec2009 | Editor | 2 comments | ContinuedThe Errant Augur
by David Neuburger Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been a long time since my last, honest, confession. I write this knowing that only you, Lord, will see this written admission of my dreadful deed. My shame knows no bounds, and I pray upon your compassion that you may forgive me for [...]
28Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedSea Curse
by Robert E. Howard And some return by the failing light And some in the waking dream. For she hears the heels of the dripping ghosts That ride the rough roofbeam. –Kipling They were the brawlers and braggarts, the loud boasters and hard drinkers, of Faring town, John Kulrek and his crony Lie-lip Canool. Many [...]
27Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Hyena
by Robert E. Howard From the time when I first saw Senecoza, the fetish-man, I distrusted him, and from vague distrust the idea eventually grew into hatred. I was but newly come to the East Coast, new to African ways, somewhat inclined to follow my impulses, and possessed of a large amount of curiosity. Because [...]
23Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedWolfshead
by Robert E. Howard Fear? your pardon, Messieurs, but the meaning of fear you do not know. No, I hold to my statement. You are soldiers, adventurers. You have known the charges of regiments of dragoons, the frenzy of wind-lashed seas. But fear, real hair-raising, horror-crawling fear, you have not known. I myself have known [...]
23Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedIn the Forest of Villefére
by Robert E. Howard The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind lay the nearest village–miles ahead the [...]
22Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Unnamable
by H. P. Lovecraft We were sitting on a dilapidated seventeenth-century tomb in the late afternoon of an autumn day at the old burying ground in Arkham, and speculating about the unnamable. Looking toward the giant willow in the cemetery, whose trunk had nearly engulfed an ancient, illegible slab, I had made a fantastic remark [...]
22Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Tomb
by H. P. Lovecraft “Sedibus ut saltem placidis in morte quiescam.” –Virgil In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative. It is an unfortunate fact that the bulk of [...]
22Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Terrible Old Man
by H. P. Lovecraft It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all alone in a very ancient house on Water Street near the sea, and is reputed to be both exceedingly rich and exceedingly feeble; which forms a [...]
18Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Temple
by H. P. Lovecraft Manuscript Found On The Coast Of Yucatan On August 20, 1917, I, Karl Heinrich, Graf von Altberg-Ehrenstein, Lieutenant-Commander in the Imperial German Navy and in charge of the submarine U-29, deposit this bottle and record in the Atlantic Ocean at a point to me unknown but probably about N. Latitude 20 [...]
18Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Street
by H. P. Lovecraft There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of the Street. Men of strength and honour fashioned that Street: good valiant men of our blood who had come from the [...]
18Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Strange High House in the Mist
by H. P. Lovecraft In the morning, mist comes up from the sea by the cliffs beyond Kingsport. White and feathery it comes from the deep to its brothers the clouds, full of dreams of dank pastures and caves of leviathan. And later, in still summer rains on the steep roofs of poets, the clouds [...]
18Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Statement of Randolph Carter
by H. P. Lovecraft Again I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren, though I think–almost hope–that he is in peaceful oblivion, if there be anywhere so blessed a thing. It is true that I have for five years been his closest friend, and a partial sharer of his terrible researches [...]
18Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Silver Key
by H. P. Lovecraft When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams. Prior to that time he had made up for the prosiness of life by nightly excursions to strange and ancient cities beyond space, and lovely, unbelievable garden lands across ethereal seas; but as middle age hardened upon [...]
18Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedA Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson
by H. P. Lovecraft The Privilege of Reminiscence, however rambling or tiresome, is one generally allow’d to the very aged; indeed, ’tis frequently by means of such Recollections that the obscure occurrences of History, and the lesser Anecdotes of the Great, are transmitted to Posterity. Tho’ many of my readers have at times observ’d and [...]
18Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedOut of the Corner of Your Eye
By John Ferguson In my growing madness I soon fear my untimely demise. I know I can not keep going; death follows me everywhere. My nightmare started a long time ago, but it has only been in the last few weeks of searching for the answer do I reveal the horror in the truth. My [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Rats in the Walls
by H. P. Lovecraft On 16 July 1923, I moved into Exham Priory after the last workman had finished his labours. The restoration had been a stupendous task, for little had remained of the deserted pile but a shell-like ruin; yet because it had been the seat of my ancestors, I let no expense deter [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Quest of Iranon
by H. P. Lovecraft Into the granite city of Teloth wandered the youth, vine-crowned, his yellow hair glistening with myrrh and his purple robe torn with briers of the mountain Sidrak that lies across the antique bridge of stone. The men of Teloth are dark and stern, and dwell in square houses, and with frowns [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedPolaris
by Howard Phillips Lovecraft Into the north window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. All through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. And in the autumn of the year, when the winds from the north curse and whine, and the red-leaved trees of the swamp mutter things to [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Picture in the House
by H.P. Lovecraft Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and falter down black cobwebbed steps beneath the scattered stones of forgotten cities in Asia. The haunted wood and the [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedPickman’s Model
by H. P. Lovecraft You needn’t think I’m crazy, Eliot — plenty of others have queerer prejudices than this. Why don’t you laugh at Oliver’s grandfather, who won’t ride in a motor? If I don’t like that damned subway, it’s my own business; and we got here more quickly anyhow in the taxi. We’d have [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Outsider
by H. P. Lovecraft Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon awed watches in twilight groves of grotesque, gigantic, and vine-encumbered trees that [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Other Gods
by H. P. Lovecraft Atop the tallest of earth’s peaks dwell the gods of earth, and suffer not man to tell that he hath looked upon them. Lesser peaks they once inhabited; but ever the men from the plains would scale the slopes of rock and snow, driving the gods to higher and higher mountains [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedOld Bugs
by H. P. Lovecraft An Extemporaneous Sob Story by Marcus Lollius, Proconsul of Gaul Sheehan’s Pool Room, which adorns one of the lesser alleys in the heart of Chicago’s stockyard district, is not a nice place. Its air, freighted with a thousand odours such as Coleridge may have found at Cologne, too seldom knows the [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedNyarlathotep
by H. P. Lovecraft Nyarlathotep… the crawling chaos… I am the last… I will tell the audient void…. I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued