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The 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 | ContinuedThe Nameless City
by H. P. Lovecraft When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed. I was traveling in a parched and terrible valley under the moon, and afar I saw it protruding uncannily above the sands as parts of a corpse may protrude from an ill-made grave. Fear spoke from the age-worn stones [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Music of Erich Zann
by H. P. Lovecraft I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again found the Rue d’Auseil. These maps have not been modern maps alone, for I know that names change. I have, on the contrary, delved deeply into all the antiquities of the place, and have personally explored [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Moon Bog
by H. P. Lovecraft Somewhere, to what remote and fearsome region I know not, Denys Barry has gone. I was with him the last night he lived among men, and heard his screams when the thing came to him; but all the peasants and police in County Meath could never find him, or the others, [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedMemory
by H.P. Lovecraft In the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a great upas-tree. And within the depths of the valley, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be beheld. Rank is the herbage on [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Lurking Fear
by H. P. Lovecraft I. The Shadow On The Chimney There was thunder in the air on the night I went to the deserted mansion atop Tempest Mountain to find the lurking fear. I was not alone, for foolhardiness was not then mixed with that love of the grotesque and the terrible which has made [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedIn the Vault
by H. P. Lovecraft There is nothing more absurd, as I view it, than that conventional association of the homely and the wholesome which seems to pervade the psychology of the multitude. Mention a bucolic Yankee setting, a bungling and thick-fibred village undertaker, and a careless mishap in a tomb, and no average reader can [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedIbid
by Howard Phillips Lovecraft “…as Ibid says in his famous Lives of the Poets.” -From a student theme. The erroneous idea that Ibid is the author of the Lives is so frequently met with, even among those pretending to a degree of culture, that it is worth correcting. It should be a matter of general [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedHypnos
by H. P. Lovecraft Apropos of sleep, that sinister adventure of all our nights, we may say that men go to bed daily with an audacity that would be incomprehensible if we did not know that it is the result of ignorance of the danger. -Baudelaire May the merciful gods, if indeed there be such, [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Hound
by H. P. Lovecraft In my tortured ears there sounds unceasingly a nightmare whirring and flapping, and a faint distant baying as of some gigantic hound. It is not dream – it is not, I fear, even madness – for too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. St John is a [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedHistory of the Necronomicon
by H. P. Lovecraft Original title Al Azif — azif being the word used by Arabs to designate that nocturnal sound (made by insects) suppos’d to be the howling of daemons. Composed by Abdul Alhazred, a mad poet of Sanaá, in Yemen, who is said to have flourished during the period of the Ommiade caliphs, [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedHe
by H. P. Lovecraft I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul and my vision. My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Haunter of the Dark
by H. P. Lovecraft I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim, Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge or lustre or name. Cautious investigators will hesitate to challenge the common belief that Robert Blake was killed by lightning, or by some profound nervous shock derived from [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedFrom Beyond
by H. P. Lovecraft Horrible beyond conception was the change which had taken place in my best friend, Crawford Tillinghast. I had not seen him since that day, two months and a half before, when he told me toward what goal his physical and metaphysical researches were leading; when he had answered my awed and [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Festival
by H. P. Lovecraft Efficiut Daemones, ut quae non sunt, sic tamen quasi sint, conspicienda hominibus exhibeant. (Devils so work that things which are not appear to men as if they were real.) -Lactantius I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern sea was upon me. In the twilight I heard it [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedFacts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family
by H. P. Lovecraft I Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous. Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species — if separate species we be — for its [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedEx Oblivione
by H. P. Lovecraft When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victims body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Evil Clergyman
by H. P. Lovecraft I was shown into the attic chamber by a grave, intelligent-looking man with quiet clothes and an iron-gray beard, who spoke to me in this fashion: “Yes, he lived here – but I don’t advise your doing anything. Your curiosity makes you irresponsible. We never come here at night, and it’s [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Doom That Came to Sarnath
by H. P. Lovecraft There is in the land of Mnar a vast still lake that is fed by no stream, and out of which no stream flows. Ten thousand years ago there stood by its shore the mighty city of Sarnath, but Sarnath stands there no more. It is told that in the immemorial [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Descendant
by H.P. Lovecraft Writing on what my doctor tells me is my deathbed, my most hideous fear is that the man is wrong. I suppose I shall seem to be buried next week, but… In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring. He lives all alone with his streaked cat [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedDagon
by H.P. Lovecraft I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedCool Air
by H.P. Lovecraft You ask me to explain why I am afraid of a draught of cool air; why I shiver more than others upon entering a cold room, and seem nauseated and repelled when the chill of evening creeps through the heat of a mild autumn day. There are those who say I respond [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedCelephaïs
by H.P. Lovecraft In a dream Kuranes saw the city in the valley, and the seacoast beyond, and the snowy peak overlooking the sea, and the gaily painted galleys that sail out of the harbour toward distant regions where the sea meets the sky. In a dream it was also that he came by his [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Cats of Ulthar
by H.P. Lovecraft It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Book
by H.P. Lovecraft My memories are very confused. There is even much doubt as to where they begin; for at times I feel appalling vistas of years stretching behind me, while at other times it seems as if the present moment were an isolated point in a grey, formless infinity. I am not even certain [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedBeyond the Wall of Sleep
by H. P. Lovecraft I have often wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences—Freud to [...]
16Dec2009 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued