Lovecraftian Fragments

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

He kept reading from that cursed tract "Ith Ol n! Ia Kadsoth! nonyehon!" Shub-Niggurath was transported away... perhaps to Ulgog sheb, Grotto of a Thousand Sorrows but we were spared. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

N'gai, Tel'ag'gothtur, shebg-thonath, y'hah; Yogonathlui...

I wish I never interrogated him... Y'hahepo, the unnerving manuscript of Il-ngdar's evil.

I wish he had never opened that book... Nylhu hepo, the mindless volume of Sarshog's evil. I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave. Accursed Walter Gardner! His Arkham ancestry nearly caused irreperable damage to my walking stick... and to this day I hear him screaming "Mis lGo lar! Ia Daglui! shoggurathur!"

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Cheers,
Joe Provo