The Beast in the Cave By H.P. Lovecraft The horrible conclusion which had been gradually obtruding itself upon my confused and reluctant mind was now an awful certainty. I was lost, completely, hopelessly lost in the vast and labyrinthine recesses of the Mammoth Cave. Turn as I might, in no… Continue Reading
Freedom is as Easy as 1,2,3… They say that I came to fifteen minutes later. They also say that my gift flew off behind me into a man’s cheek as he benched, he finished his set before he reacted. Dried blood encapsulated my lower back around various areas of my… Continue Reading
A message from the Weirditor: I hope everyone’s October has been great and that your Halloween is super spooky! Halloween just happens to fall on our HPLThursdays this year and we have the first real horrific tale that Lovecraft wrote going up Halloween morning! For those of you that read… Continue Reading
The Free Weights Section The rules of this establishment have a disdain for the intelligence and culture of its people: CODES and DRESS RULES 1. Proper attire at all times: White shirts, belts, baggy pants, clothing with rivets,… Continue Reading
Early Bird Gets What It Deserves Should I rotate ever so fearful to see—Walter? He stepped closer, never allowing his eyes to veer away from my absentee, “Uhh … Mac, I saw the blood everywhere. Thought you were screwin’ with me. I guess not.” I did… Continue Reading
Chapter 8 – To Save Mankind Dick and the woman sat at a small round table, lit by candlelight, in his quarters. He poured her some wine and she smiled. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” he said, pouring his own glass. “I am just fascinated with you. Tell me about your… Continue Reading
Of Legends and Dreams “Mac!” The rounded-out wife of the man approached me with arms open before the screen door and a smile. “Hilda!” I opened the screen door quickly hoping for an embrace just as steadfast. An explanation would surely be necessary in the event that a solid spherical… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XXVII MINA HARKER’S JOURNAL 1 November.—All day long we have travelled, and at a good speed. The horses seem to know that they are being kindly treated, for they go willingly their full stage at best speed. We have now had so many changes and find the same thing… Continue Reading
Mr. All Righty The phone, which seemed to be a deadlier amount further away than earlier, rang. I answered it, “I’m free.” “What? Hey, bro, you’re late. Get the hell up and be here.” “I’m free.” “Yeah, me, too. Be here. This is the… Continue Reading
CHAPTER XXVI DR. SEWARD’S DIARY 29 October.—This is written in the train from Varna to Galatz. Last night we all assembled a little before the time of sunset. Each of us had done his work as well as he could; so far as thought, and endeavour, and opportunity go, we… Continue Reading
