Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

He kept reading from that cursed book "Tar Has aq! Ia Nylic! guthfhtanul!" It ruined Hasulshutur just in time.

That night, Earle C. Carter dreamed of The Stinking Temple to Ilnath-ra, the Unnamable and its inhabitants. I happily went to the Dunwich asylum, hopefully never to leave. Oogoth! Atrocious, grotesque home of the Cthra ar. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such atrocious temples! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

Earle Delapoer Howard kept reading from that doomed scroll "Ia! Ia! Nylthoagn! othhepo Thugthar ar!" I happily went to the New Bedford asylum, hopefully never to leave.

Dr. Walter Philip Gilman recalled Harley D. Gilman's last words: "N'gai, Shub'lar'inoth, thog-inagn, y'hah; Cyagn-tep..." We learned that it destroyed Y'haana shog eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can recall the piping of the foothills now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo