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Lovercaft, Howard Philips

Dagon

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more.

The Call of Cthulhu

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward

From a private hospital for the insane near Providence, Rhode Island, there recently disappeared an exceedingly singular person.

The Colour out of Space

West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.

The Lurking Fear

There was thunder in the air on the night I went to the deserted mansion atop Tempest Mountain to find the lurking fear.

The Nameless City

When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed.

The Whisperer in the Darkness

I bear in mind closely that I did not see any actual visual horror at the end.

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