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The Battle That Ended the Century
By Howard Phillips Lovecraft On the eve of the year 2001 a vast crowd of interested spectators were present amidst the romantic ruins of Cohen’s Garage, on the former site of New York, to witness a fistic encounter between two renowned champions of the strange-story firmament—Two-Gun Bob[1], the Terror of the Plains, and Knockout Bernie[2], [...]
3Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedNotes on Writing Weird Fiction
By H.P. Lovecraft My reason for writing stories is to give myself the satisfaction of visualising more clearly and detailedly and stably the vague, elusive, fragmentary impressions of wonder, beauty, and adventurous expectancy which are conveyed to me by certain sights (scenic, architectural, atmospheric, etc.), ideas, occurrences, and images encountered in art and literature. I [...]
26Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Challenge from Beyond
by Robert E. Howard George Campbell opened sleep-fogged eyes upon darkness and lay gazing out of the tent flap upon the pale August night for some minutes before he roused enough even to wonder what had wakened him. There was in the keen, clear air of these Canadian woods a soporific as potent as any [...]
31Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Crawling Chaos
by H. P. Lovecraft Of the pleasures and pains of opium much has been written. The ecstasies and horrors of De Quincey and the paradis artificiels of Baudelaire are preserved and interpreted with an art which makes them immortal, and the world knows well the beauty, the terror and the mystery of those obscure realms [...]
30Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Curse of Yig
By H. P. Lovecraft and Zealia Bishop In 1925 I went into Oklahoma looking for snake lore, and I came out with a fear of snakes that will last me the rest of my life. I admit it is foolish, since there are natural explanations for everything I saw and heard, but it masters me [...]
29Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Disinterment
By H. P. Lovecraft and D. W. Rimel I awoke abruptly from a horrible dream and stared wildly about. Then, seeing the high, arched ceiling and the narrow stained windows of my friend’s room, a flood of uneasy revelation coursed over me; and I knew that all of Andrews’ hopes had been realized. I lay [...]
28Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Green Meadow
By H. P. Lovecraft and Winifred V. Jackson (INTRODUCTORY NOTE: The following very singular narrative, or record of impressions, was discovered under circumstances so extraordinary that they deserve careful description. On the evening of Wednesday, August 27, 1913, at about eight-thirty o’clock, the population of the small seaside village of Potowonket, Maine, U.S.A., was aroused [...]
27Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Horror at Martin’s Beach
by H. P. Lovecraft I have never heard an even approximately adequate explanation of the horror at Martin’s Beach. Despite the large number of witnesses, no two accounts agree; and the testimony taken by local authorities contains the most amazing discrepancies. Perhaps this haziness is natural in view of the unheard-of character of the horror [...]
26Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Horror in the Burying-Ground
By H. P. Lovecraft and Hazel Heald When the state highway to Rutland is closed, travellers are forced to take the Stillwater road past Swamp Hollow. The scenery is superb in places, yet somehow the route has been unpopular for years. There is something depressing about it, especially near Stillwater itself. Motorists feel subtly uncomfortable [...]
21Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Horror in the Museum
By Howard Phillips Lovecraft and Hazel Heald 1 IT WAS languid curiousity which first brought Stephen Jones to Rogers’ Museum. Someone had told him about the queer underground place in Southwark Street across the river, where waxen things so much more horrible than the worst effigies at Madame Tussaud’s were shown, and he had strolled [...]
19Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedIn the Walls of Eryx
By H. P. Lovecraft and Kenneth Sterling Before I try to rest I will set down these notes in preparation for the report I must make. What I have found is so singular, and so contrary to all past experience and expectations, that it deserves a very careful description. I reached the main landing on [...]
18Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedOut of the Aeons
By H. P. Lovecraft and Hazel Heald I It is not likely that anyone in Boston – or any alert reader elsewhere – will ever forget the strange affair of the Cabot Museum. The newspaper publicity given to that hellish mummy, the antique and terrible rumours vaguely linked with it, the morbid wave of interest [...]
18Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedPoetry and the Gods
by H. P. Lovecraft A damp gloomy evening in April it was, just after the close of the Great War, when Marcia found herself alone with strange thoughts and wishes, unheard-of yearnings which floated out of the spacious twentieth-century drawing room, up the deeps of the air, and eastward to olive groves in distant Arcady [...]
18Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Thing in the Moonlight
by H. P. Lovecraft Morgan is not a literary man; in fact he cannot speak English with any degree of coherency. That is what makes me wonder about the words he wrote, though others have laughed. He was alone the evening it happened. Suddenly an unconquerable urge to write came over him, and taking pen [...]
17Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThrough the Gates of the Silver Key
by Howard Phillips Lovecraft Chapter One In a vast room hung with strangely figured arras and carpeted with Bonkhata rugs of impressive age and workmanship, four men were sitting around a document-strewn table. From the far corners, where odd tripods of wrought iron were now and then replenished by an incredibly aged Negro in somber [...]
16Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedTill A’ the Seas
By H. P. Lovecraft and R.H. Barlow I Upon an eroded cliff-top rested the man, gazing far across the valley. Lying thus, he could see a great distance, but in all the sere expanse there was no visible motion. Nothing stirred the dusty plain, the disintegrated sand of long-dry river-beds, where once coursed the gushing [...]
15Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedImprisoned with the Pharaohs
By Howard Phillips Lovecraft Ghostwritten for Harry Houdini Mystery attracts mystery. Ever since the wide appearance of my name as a performer of unexplained feats, I have encountered strange narratives and events which my calling has led people to link with my interests and activities. Some of these have been trivial and irrelevant, some deeply [...]
13Jan2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedThe Thing on the Doorstep
by H. P. Lovecraft I It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to show by this statement that I am not his murderer. At first I shall be called a madman – madder than the man I shot in his cell at [...]
12Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Transition of Juan Romero
by H. P. Lovecraft Of the events which took place at the Norton Mine on October eighteenth and nineteenth, 1894, I have no desire to speak. A sense of duty to science is all that impels me to recall, in the last years of my life, scenes and happenings fraught with a terror doubly acute [...]
11Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Very Old Folk
by H. P. Lovecraft It was a flaming sunset or late afternoon in the tiny provincial town of Pompelo, at the foot of the Pyrenees in Hispania Citerior. The year must have been in the late republic, for the province was still ruled by a senatorial proconsul instead of a prætorian legate of Augustus, and [...]
9Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedWhat the Moon Brings
by H. P. Lovecraft I hate the moon – I am afraid of it – for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous. It was in the spectral summer when the moon shone down on the old garden where I wandered; the spectral summer of narcotic [...]
8Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe White Ship
by H. P. Lovecraft I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North Point light that my father and grandfather kept before me. Far from the shore stands the gray lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. Past that beacon for a century [...]
8Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Tree
by H. P. Lovecraft On a verdant slope of Mount Maenalus, in Arcadia, there stands an olive grove about the ruins of a villa. Close by is a tomb, once beautiful with the sublimest sculptures, but now fallen into as great decay as the house. At one end of that tomb, its curious roots displacing [...]
5Jan2010 | 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 | Continued