Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Ia! Ia! Shogfht! shogthar Amgoth!

I regret interrogating Harley Stanley Gilman... Nyarthar, the mind-numbing book of Thanai's evil. It ruined my life for the rest of my life. Accursed John Stanley Gilman! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "K'al R'l ag! Ia Kadlarhepo! laathuaon!"

Howard kept reading from that accursed manuscript "Ph Shub shu! Ia Ol-Yugbugagn! onothnaitho!" It destroyed Azlatho. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the unnatural music when I try.

I wish Charles P. Howard had never read those passages... Nath-inana, the cursed tome of Illui lar's evil. It destroyed my soul.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo