Lovecraftian Stories

Celia Parker arrived just as dusk bled into the forest, the sky a bruised purple above the tallest pines. Fresh snow carpeted the narrow track, erasing any hint that others had passed this way in days. She pulled her hood tight, the howl of wind pricking her senses as she crossed the threshold into the rental cabin’s pale glow. When the door closed behind her, the sound snapped through the silent room like a gunshot. Insi...

Then for a dwelling place, far 'neath the earth crust, blasted great spaces they by their power, spaces apart from the children of men.  Surrounded them by forces and power,  shielded from harm they the Halls of the Dead.                                        - The Emerald Tablets of Thoth      I was once told by a friend that the desert was a terrible, unforgiving place. He wasn’t wrong.   In the end, though my pride as...