The Man of Stone E-Book

H. P. Lovecraft

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

Seitenzahl: 31

Beschreibung

"The Man of Stone" by H.P. Lovecraft & Hazel Heald is a short story about an unnamed narrator who recounts a mysterious encounter with a strange figure. The man, seemingly made of stone, has an aura of ancient, eerie power. As the narrator investigates, he uncovers a chilling connection to dark, forgotten rituals and ancient horrors. The story blends elements of cosmic horror with an unsettling atmosphere, reflecting Lovecraft's exploration of the unknown and the terrifying vastness of existence.

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The Man of Stone

H.P. Lovecraft and Hazel Heald

SYNOPSIS

The Man of Stone" by H.P. Lovecraft and Hazel Heald is a short story about an unnamed narrator who recounts a mysterious encounter with a strange figure. The man, seemingly made of stone, has an aura of ancient, eerie power. As the narrator investigates, he uncovers a chilling connection to dark, forgotten rituals and ancient horrors. The story blends elements of cosmic horror with an unsettling atmosphere, reflecting Lovecraft's exploration of the unknown and the terrifying vastness of existence..

Keywords

Cosmic, rituals, uncanny

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The Man of Stone

Ben Hayden was always a stubborn chap, and once he had heard about those strange statues in the upper Adirondacks, nothing could keep him from going to see them. I had been his closest acquaintance for years, and our Damon and Pythias friendship made us inseparable at all times. So when Ben firmly decided to go—well, I had to trot along too, like a faithful collie.

“Jack,” he said, “you know Henry Jackson, who was up in a shack beyond Lake Placid for that beastly spot in his lung? Well, he came back the other day nearly cured, but had a lot to say about some devilish queer conditions up there. He ran into the business all of a sudden and can’t be sure yet that it’s anything more than a case of bizarre sculpture; but just the same his uneasy impression sticks.

“It seems he was out hunting one day, and came across a cave with what looked like a dog in front of it. Just as he was expecting the dog to bark he looked again, and saw that the thing wasn’t alive at all. It was a stone dog—such a perfect image, down to the smallest whisker, that he couldn’t decide whether it was a supernaturally clever statue or a petrified animal. He was almost afraid to touch it, but when he did he realized it was surely made of stone.

“After a while he nerved himself up to go into the cave—and there he got a still bigger jolt. Only a little way in there was another stone figure—or what looked like it—but this time it was a man’s. It lay on the floor, on its side, wore clothes, and had a peculiar smile on its face. This time Henry didn’t stop to do any touching, but beat it straight for the village, Mountain Top, you know. Of course he asked questions—but they did not get him very far. He found he was on a ticklish subject, for the natives only shook their heads, crossed their fingers, and muttered something about a ‘Mad Dan’—whoever he was.