Few persons know the inside of the Clarendon story, or even that there is an inside not reached by the newspapers. It was a San Francisc...

I. The Horror in Clay. The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its co...

I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North Point light that my father and grandfather kept before me. Far from the shore stands the grey l...

The facts relating to the fate of my friend, the late sculptor, Jeffrey Corey-if indeed "late" is the correct reference-must ...

Three times Randolph Carter dreamed of the marvellous city, and three times was he snatched away while still he paused on the high terr...

The horrible conclusion which had been gradually intruding itself upon my confused and reluctant mind was now an awful certainty. I was ...

High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval for...

In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present positio...

The scream of a dead man gave to me that acute and added horror of Dr. Herbert West which harassed the latter years of our companionsh...

When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that to...

INTRODUCTORY NOTE: The following very singular narrative or record of impressions was discovered under circumstances so extraordinary ...

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of th...

It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him w...

There is nothing more absurd, as I view it, than that conventional association of the homely and the wholesome which seems to pervade ...

I It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to show by this statement that I am not ...

Apropos of sleep, that sinister adventure of all our nights, we may say that men go to bed daily with an audacity that would be incompr...

I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul and my vision. My coming to New York had been a mistake;...

Efficiunt Daemones, ut quae non sunt, sic tamen quasi sint, conspicienda hominibus exhibeant. (Devils so work that things which are not...

I. The Shadow On The Chimney  There was thunder in the air on the night I went to the deserted mansion atop Tempest Mountain to f...

It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all alone in a v...