“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…
Till A’ the Seas By R. H. Barlow and H. P. Lovecraft
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…
Through the Gates of the Silver Key By H. P. Lovecraft and E. Hoffmann Price
I. In a vast room hung with strangely figured arras and carpeted with Bokhara rugs of impressive age and workmanship four men were sitting around a document-strown table. From the far corners, where odd tripods of wrought-iron were now and…
The 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 shew by this statement that I am not his murderer. At first I shall be called a madman—madder…
The Thing in the Moonlight by H.P. Lovecraft
“The Thing in the Moonlight” is based on a letter that Lovecraft wrote to Donald Wandrei on 24 November 1927. The story surrounding Lovecraft’s description of his dream was written by J. Chapman Miske and published in the January 1941…
The 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…
The 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…
The 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;…
The 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…
The Statement of Randolph Carter By H. P. Lovecraft
I repeat to you, gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless. Detain me here forever if you will; confine or execute me if you must have a victim to propitiate the illusion you call justice; but I can say no more…
The Slaying of the Monster By R. H. Barlow and H. P. Lovecraft
Great was the clamour in Laen; for smoke had been spied in the Hills of the Dragon. That surely meant the Stirrings of the Monster—the Monster who spat lava and shook the earth as he writhed in its depths. And…
The 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…