Lovecraftian Fragments

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

He kept reading from that cursed book "N'gai, Mis'thar'gurhu, ngg-thoagn, y'hah; Thug-Nigfhttep..." I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Il-athagn! Obscene, soul-destroying home of the Sartep. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such amorphous rivers! I can hear the servant-beast R'linhu now...

I kept reading from that accursed manuscript "N'gai, Cy'guth'thargog, thog-urthar, y'hah; Thanai-tur..." Ol-heponek the Render was vanquished!

N'gai, Nyl'ath'sothua, aqg-icath, y'hah; Ul-Phshogyeh...

I wish he had never read those passages... Olgog-ua, the grim tome of Sar-shuath's evil. I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave. Cursed Carrington Dexter Harris! His Ipswich ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ol'arlui mglw'nafh Nathultur Misnai shog'lui sothath!"

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Cheers,
Joe Provo