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The true function of phantasy is to give the imagination a ground for limitless expansion, & to satisfy aesthetically the sincere & burning curiosity and sense of awe which a sensitive minority of mankind feel towards the alluring & provocative abysses of unplumbed space and unguessed entity which press in upon the known world from unknown infinities & in unknown relationships of time, space, matter, force, dimensionality, & consciousness.

H. P. Lovecraft
letter to Clark Ashton Smith of October 17th, 1930

haunted-place

It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth’s dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be left alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.

H.P. Lovecraft
At the Mountains of Madness

demon-hands

I decided long ago that one must paint terror as well as beauty from life, so I did some exploring in places where I had reason to know terror lives.

H.P. Lovecraft
Pickman’s Model

The Messenger

November 11, 2016

hood-and-candles

The thing, he said, would come that night at three
From the old churchyard on the hill below;
But crouching by an oak fire’s wholesome glow,
I tried to tell myself it could not be.
Surely , I mused, it was a pleasantry
Devised by one who did not truly know
The Elder sign, bequeathed from long ago,
That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free.
He had not meant it – no – but still I lit
Another lamp as starry Leo climbed
Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed
Three – and the firelight faded bit by bit.
Then at the door that cautious rattling came –
And the mad truth devoured me like a flame!

H P Lovecraft

a stranger…

October 16, 2016

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I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

H.P. Lovecraft
The Outsider

beyond life’s edge…

October 11, 2016

gate-by-mustafa-akarsu

There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.

H.P. Lovecraft
The Thing on the Doorstep

forest-darkened sepulchre…

September 27, 2016

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The vault to which I refer is an ancient granite, weathered and discoloured by the mists and dampness of generations. Excavated back into the hillside, the structure is visible only at the entrance. The door, a ponderous and forbidding slab of stone, hangs upon rusted iron hinges, and is fastened ajar in a queerly sinister way by means of heavy iron chains and padlocks, according to a gruesome fashion of half a century ago. The abode of the race whose scions are inured had once crowned the declivity which holds the tomb, but had long since fallen victim to the flames which sprang up from a disastrous stroke of lightning. Of the midnight storm which destroyed this gloomy mansion, the older inhabitants of the region sometimes speak in hushed and uneasy voices; alluding to what they call “divine wrath” in a manner that in later years vaguely increased the always strong fascination which I felt for the forest-darkened sepulchre. One man only had perished in the fire. When the last of the Hydes was buried in this place of shade and stillness, the sad urnful of ashes had come from a distant land; to which the family had repaired when the mansion burned down. No one remains to lay flowers before the granite portal, and few care to brave the depressing shadows which seem to linger strangely about the water-worn stones.

H P Lovecraft
The Tomb

the really weird…

May 18, 2016

dancing at the funeralparty - Zdzislaw Beksinski

The one test of the really weird is simply this—whether or not there be excited in the reader a profound sense of dread, and of contact with unknown spheres and powers; a subtle attitude of awed listening, as if for the beating of black wings or the scratching of outside shapes and entities on the known universe’s utmost rim.

H.P. Lovecraft
Supernatural horror in literature

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The Curse of the Werewolf

The Curse of the Werewolf

Phantom of the opera

Phantom of the opera

The Adventures of Sweet Gwendoline

The Adventures of Sweet Gwendoline

vampires and werewolves…

September 20, 2015

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To say that we actually believed in vampires and werewolves would be a carelessly inclusive statement. Rather must it be said that we were not prepared to deny the possibility of certain unfamiliar and unclassified modifications of vital force and attenuated matter; existing very infrequently in three-dimensional space because of its more intimate connection with other spatial units, yet close enough to the boundary of our own to furnish us occasional manifestations which we, for lack of a proper vantage-point, may never hope to understand.

H.P. Lovecraft
The Shunned House