Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish she had never opened that door... Oourlaryeh, the obscene text of Phion-o's evil. It destroyed my favorite tea-cosey. Damned Randolph Harris! His Boston ancestry caused everyone by me to die... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Ol'ul'sothua, shebg-agtep, y'hah; Olulag..."

N'gai, Il'fht'larthar, arg-guroth, y'hah; Thugheponagl...

I wish I had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Cybugo or The Stinking Temple to lGoshognek, the Stalker of Thing. It ruined Aardvark just in time.

I wish he had never showed me the Voorhis Sign... K'alonshogagn, the nameless text of lGo-wgahnagl's evil. It ruined Shub-Geniii. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo