Pickman's Model E-Book

H. P. Lovecraft

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 26

Beschreibung

"Pickman's Model" by H.P. Lovecraft follows an artist named Richard Upton Pickman, whose terrifyingly realistic paintings disturb and fascinate the narrator. Set in the dark, mysterious neighborhoods of Boston, the story delves into the boundary between reality and nightmare, as Pickman's artwork reveals unsettling truths about the nature of his inspiration. The tale masterfully blends horror and suspense, leaving readers haunted by its chilling atmosphere.

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Pickman’s Model

H.P. Lovecraft

SYNOPSIS

"Pickman's Model" by H.P. Lovecraft follows an artist named Richard Upton Pickman, whose terrifyingly realistic paintings disturb and fascinate the narrator. Set in the dark, mysterious neighborhoods of Boston, the story delves into the boundary between reality and nightmare, as Pickman's artwork reveals unsettling truths about the nature of his inspiration. The tale masterfully blends horror and suspense, leaving readers haunted by its chilling atmosphere.

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Pickman’s Model

You needn’t think I’m crazy, Eliot—plenty of others have queerer prejudices than this. Why don’t you laugh at Oliver’s grandfather, who won’t ride in a motor? If I don’t like that damned subway, it’s my own business; and we got here more quickly anyhow in the taxi. We’d have had to walk up the hill from Park Street if we’d taken the car.

I know I’m more nervous than I was when you saw me last year, but you don’t need to hold a clinic over it. There’s plenty of reason, God knows, and I fancy I’m lucky to be sane at all. Why the third degree? You didn’t use to be so inquisitive.

Well, if you must hear it, I don’t know why you shouldn’t. Maybe you ought to, anyhow, for you kept writing me like a grieved parent when you heard I’d begun to cut the Art Club and keep away from Pickman. Now that he’s disappeared, I go around to the club once in a while, but my nerves aren’t what they were.

No, I don’t know what’s become of Pickman, and I don’t like to guess. You might have surmised I had some inside information when I dropped him—and that’s why I don’t want to think where he’s gone. Let the police find what they can—it won’t be much, judging from the fact that they don’t know yet of the old North End place he hired under the name of Peters. I’m not sure that I could find it again myself—not that I’d ever try, even in broad daylight! Yes, I do know, or am afraid I know, why he maintained it. I’m coming to that. And I think you’ll understand before I’m through why I don’t tell the police. They would ask me to guide them, but I couldn’t go back there even if I knew the way. There was something there—and now I can’t use the subway or (and you may as well have your laugh at this, too) go down into cellars anymore.