Humans are at it again this time! From the cover, it seem innogurous enough, howevers Dunwich Horror think Dunwich Horror not deserving of this portrayal… AGAIN!

This story, equally lie like the last story, wishes again to paint Dunwich as bad smelly guy, probably with big footprints the size of tree trunks. This in themself is misleading to people because what size is tree trunk? Exactly! Tree trunk have no exact size! Tree trunk can be small like tasty cat, or big like tasty cow – can be short and have candy like tasty child, or tall like tasty moose! Tree trunk come in all shapes and sizes.

They say history is written by Victor, and therefore, if your name not Victor, you should not write history AT ALL, especiarey when write lies about dunwich AGAIN! If writing things about Dunwich, or saying things about Dunwich – say them in MUSICAL!

Dunwich Horror deserve good MUSICAL, think it better for public relationships, make people know Dunwich Horror am really good guy.

Dunwich would like have relations with all humans… humans like you… yes, Dunwich want have relations with YOU… good ones.

Instead Dunwich get banished time and time again by wrinkly old guy with bug sprayer and naughty bad words what hurt Dunwich Horrors tender ears.

If you want hear spooky LIES written to make humans not look bad, this am album for you:

Along with LIES ABOUT DUNWICH HORROR comes the  a supposed clipping from 1917 copy of Arkham Advertiser, a vintage map of Dunwich, Sentinel Hill and the surrounding region (SEE? Dunwich Horror cannot be all bad if they NAMED REGION AFTER DUNWICH HORROR), a page from Wilbur Whateley’s diary with some occult cypher, and replica of key page from the Whateleys’ copy of John Dee’s Necronomicon. You can buy it through Amazon here.Doing so through link not cost you more, however, will give me some Archive funds to build onto my special gallery wing of archive.

If you smart human and would rather have musical, you can write creators of lie CD and tell them so at their main page: H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society (cthulhulives.org).

Serverely thank you, Dunwich Horror

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(1921) H. P. Lovecraft

I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again found the Rue d’Auseil. These maps have not been modern maps alone, for I know that names change. I have, on the contrary, delved deeply into all the antiquities of the place, and have personally explored every region, of whatever name, which could possibly answer to the street I knew as the Rue d’Auseil. But despite all I have done, it remains an humiliating fact that I cannot find the house, the street, or even the locality, where, during the last months of my impoverished life as a student of metaphysics at the university, I heard the music of Erich Zann.

That my memory is broken, I do not wonder; for my health, physical and mental, was gravely disturbed throughout the period of my residence in the Rue d’Auseil, and I recall that I took none of my few acquaintances there. But that I cannot find the place again is both singular and perplexing; for it was within a half-hour’s walk of the university and was distinguished by peculiarities which could hardly be forgotten by any one who had been there. I have never met a person who has seen the Rue d’Auseil.

The Rue d’Auseil lay across a dark river bordered by precipitous brick blear-windowed warehouses and spanned by a ponderous bridge of dark stone. It was always shadowy along that river, as if the smoke of neighboring factories shut out the sun perpetually. The river was also odorous with evil stenches which I have never smelled elsewhere, and which may some day help me to find it, since I should recognize them at once. Beyond the bridge were narrow cobbled streets with rails; and then came the ascent, at first gradual, but incredibly steep as the Rue d’Auseil was reached. (more…)

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