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The story follows Walter Gilman, who takes a room in the Witch House, an accursed house in Akham, Lovecraft's fictional New England town. The house once harbored Keziah Mason, a witch who disappeared mysteriously from a Salem jail in 1692. Gilman discovers that over the centuries most of its occupants have died prematurely. In his dreams while at the house, Gilman travels to the city of Elder Things and communes with the evil witch and her henchmen.

The Horror at Red Hook is a short story by American writer H. P. Lovecraft, written on August 1–2, 1925. Red Hook is a transitional tale, situated between the author's earlier work and the later Cthulhu Mythos. Although the story depicts a sinister cult, this cult offers a conventionally occult devil-worshipping threat, rather than the cosmic threat depicted in his later work. Living in poverty in the slum of Red Hook at the time of writing, Lovecraft was at this time urgently attempting to widen his markets in the pulp magazines.

What if the darkness of Lovecraft’s decadent New England overlapped into the Victorian era of Sherlock Holmes? Twenty-five new stories across two volumes pit Holmes and Watson against myriad nightmares from Lovecraft’s fiction—and against those nightmares which his writings have inspired. Join us as we journey from the familiar fog of Baker Street to the rotting gambrel roofs of Arkham, the blasphemous library of Miskatonic University, and beyond....

What if the darkness of Lovecraft’s decadent New England overlapped into the Victorian era of Sherlock Holmes? What if a trail of clues led to impossible visions, malevolent gods, and unspeakably eldritch vistas of terror? Could Holmes survive? Could his sanity survive? Twenty-five new stories across two volumes pit Holmes and Watson against myriad nightmares from Lovecraft’s fiction––and against those nightmares which his writings have inspired.

It is the autumn of 1910, and for 15 long years, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson have battled R’lluhloig, the Hidden Mind that was once Professor James Moriarty. Europe is creeping inexorably towards war, and a more cosmic conflict is nearing its zenith, as in a single night all the most eminent members of the Diogenes Club die horribly, seemingly by their own hands. Holmes suspects it is the handiwork of a German spy working for R’lluhloig, but his search for vengeance costs an old friend his life.

Angelo Ricci, Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva decide to visit The Terrible Old Man and steal his vast fortune - but his nickname proves truer than the thieves could ever have imagined.

Nuestro protagonista es un adicto a las drogas que tiene algunas ideas suicidas por un incidente que le ocurrió durante la guerra mundial cuando era un oficial de la marina mercante Cuando su barco iba ser capturado por los alemanes consiguió escapar en una lancha salvavidas que navegó a la deriva durante varios días hasta que encalló en una especie de tierra, que era negra hasta dónde alcanzaba la vista.

"The Evil Clergyman" is an excerpt from a letter written by American horror fiction writer H. P. Lovecraft in 1933. After his death, it was published in the April 1939 issue of Weird Tales as a short story.

Francis Thurston finds an old collection of letters and articles from his late uncle. They contain detailed descriptions of the so called Cthulhu cult, which Francis gets more and more interested in. He begins to understand his uncle’s fear and dread but he decides to continue his investigation. Will he keep be able to keep his sanity or will the Cthulhu cult come calling on him? B. J. Harrison started his Classic Tales Podcast back in 2007, wanting to breathe new life into classic stories.

"The Festival" is a short story by H. P. Lovecraft written in October 1923 and published in the January 1925 issue of Weird Tales.

Über manche Fälle wollte ich den Mantel des Schweigens fallen lassen, da man nicht mit genauer Gewissheit die Geschehnisse rational nachvollziehen konnte. Durch meinen verehrten Kollegen H. P. Lovecraft sah ich mich aber gezwungen doch zumindest im kleinen Kreise Rechenschaft abzugeben und einen Bericht zu verfassen, der eine nüchternere Einschätzung der Ereignisse wieder gibt und sich nicht zu weit ins abenteuerliche Phantastische begibt.

William Dyer is a geologist who embarks on a long expedition to the Antarctic continent. The journey is dangerous but the strange things he and his group witness and find are far from what they had expected. The discovery mission turns into a fantastical and supernatural experience. Things get out of control when Dyer finds one of his colleagues’ camp demolished. The bigger part of the group is slaughtered, another man and his dog are missing.

They're baaaaaaaaaaaaacckkkkk!!! Rocky Coast Radio Theatre returns with yet another copious cornucopia of classic concoctions, crafted and compiled for the captive congregation (gotta love that thesaurus!). Nightmares on Congress Street, Part V offers dramatized adaptations (complete with music and sound effects) of chilling stories penned by Edgar Allan Poe, Hugh B. Cave, and H. P. Lovecraft, as well as a few additional treats.

Über manche Fälle wollte ich den Mantel des Schweigens fallen lassen, da man nicht mit genauer Gewissheit die Geschehnisse rational nachvollziehen konnte. Durch meinen verehrten Kollegen H. P. Lovecraft sah ich mich aber gezwungen doch zumindest im kleinen Kreise Rechenschaft abzugeben und einen Bericht zu verfassen, der eine nüchternere Einschätzung der Ereignisse wieder gibt und sich nicht zu weit ins abenteuerliche Phantastische begibt.

Über manche Fälle wollte ich den Mantel des Schweigens fallen lassen, da man nicht mit genauer Gewissheit die Geschehnisse rational nachvollziehen konnte. Durch meinen verehrten Kollegen H. P. Lovecraft sah ich mich aber gezwungen doch zumindest im kleinen Kreise Rechenschaft abzugeben und einen Bericht zu verfassen, der eine nüchternere Einschätzung der Ereignisse wieder gibt und sich nicht zu weit ins abenteuerliche Phantastische begibt.

In the penumbra between time and space resides the nexus of our consciousness. From the darkness, our momentum percolates forth—carving its trajectory into what will no longer be a void.