The Strange High House in the Mist E-Book

H. P. Lovecraft

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

Seitenzahl: 18

Beschreibung

In "The Strange High House in the Mist", Thomas Olney, a philosopher, visits an enigmatic house perched atop a cliff, shrouded in perpetual mist. The house harbors ancient, otherworldly secrets and beings that challenge human understanding. As Olney ventures inside, he confronts cosmic dread and glimpses a world beyond human comprehension, forever altering his perception of reality.

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The Strange High House in the Mist

H.P. Lovecraft

SYNOPSIS

In “The Strange High House in the Mist”, Thomas Olney, a philosopher, visits an enigmatic house perched atop a cliff, shrouded in perpetual mist. The house harbors ancient, otherworldly secrets and beings that challenge human understanding. As Olney ventures inside, he confronts cosmic dread and glimpses a world beyond human comprehension, forever altering his perception of reality.

Keywords

Cosmic, isolation, otherworldly

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The Strange High House in the Mist

In the morning mist comes up from the sea by the cliffs beyond Kingsport. White and feathery it comes from the deep to its brothers the clouds, full of dreams of dank pastures and caves of leviathan. And later, in still summer rains on the steep roofs of poets, the clouds scatter bits of those dreams, that men shall not live without rumor of old, strange secrets, and wonders that planets tell planets alone in the night. When tales fly thick in the grottoes of tritons, and conches in seaweed cities blow wild tunes learned from the Elder Ones, then great eager mists flock to heaven laden with lore, and oceanward eyes on the rocks see only a mystic whiteness, as if the cliff’s rim were the rim of all earth, and the solemn bells of buoys tolled free in the ether of faery.