Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

She kept reading from that cursed text "Sar Tar lar! Ia K'al-Ooheponek! inhepodarur!" It ruined my child. Damned Walter C. Carter! His Worcester ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Targog ur! tharn Ilshoghu!"

Ol'inhu mglw'nafh Amshognagl Hasgog lar'tur nggog!

Salem! Unnerving, amorphous place of narrow streets!

Oonath

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Cheers,
Joe Provo