It seems you’ve caught us at a bit of a disadvantage - and though this is entirely your fault, I feel I should probably explain what is happening here:

Earlier this week, some indescribable thing from beyond replaced our fonts with gibbering troglomites, and then proceded to eat our stylesheet. As a result of this, I had to scribble out a quick replacement, which unfortunately was written in the only thing I had available at the time - a type of invisible ink which can only be read whilst standing atop basalt monoliths of  in a chicken suit, and only once every aeon.

To compound problems, most of our archivists are also currently somewhat eaten, by no fault of mine, and I will likely need to find suitable replacements while I struggle to get this journal together, before it is too late. There are new openings every day, unpaid of course, and requiring some waivers signed and blood oaths taken. Interns must be able write fairly-decent English, and must also be willing to wear red.

You might notice some things are out of line or in a color that is hard to read, and I assure you this is a safety feature, and only temporary. The need for this degree of caution will likely fade over the next few days, as I believe the strange goings-on at the lake will soon be coming to their timely end.

Well, I have to go. I for some reason am having trouble braining today.

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(1928) H. P. Lovecraft as published April 1929 in “Weird Tales”

The Dunwich Horror

Gorgons and Hydras, and Chimaeras - dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies - may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition - but they were there before. They are transcripts, types - the archtypes are in us, and eternal. How else should the recital of that which we know in a waking sense to be false come to affect us all? Is it that we naturally conceive terror from such objects, considered in their capacity of being able to inflict upon us bodily injury? O, least of all! These terrors are of older standing. They date beyond body - or without the body, they would have been the same… That the kind of fear here treated is purely spiritual - that it is strong in proportion as it is objectless on earth, that it predominates in the period of our sinless infancy - are difficulties the solution of which might afford some probable insight into our ante-mundane condition, and a peep at least into the shadowland of pre-existence.

- Charles Lamb: Witches and Other Night-Fears (more…)

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