Two Black Bottles E-Book

H. P. Lovecraft

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

Seitenzahl: 23

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

In "The Two Black Bottles," the narrator arrives in the eerie town of Daalbergen to claim the estate of his late uncle, Dominie Vanderhoof. Locals speak of strange behavior involving the Dominie and his sexton, Abel Foster. Despite warnings, the narrator visits a secluded church where he uncovers a dark secret tied to demonology, occult rituals, and mysterious black bottles that hint at a chilling supernatural threat.

Leseprobe

Two Black Bottles

H. P. Lovecraft and Wilfred Blanch Talman

SYNOPSIS

In "The Two Black Bottles," the narrator arrives in the eerie town of Daalbergen to claim the estate of his late uncle, Dominie Vanderhoof. Locals speak of strange behavior involving the Dominie and his sexton, Abel Foster. Despite warnings, the narrator visits a secluded church where he uncovers a dark secret tied to demonology, occult rituals, and mysterious black bottles that hint at a chilling supernatural threat.

Keywords

Alchemy, supernatural, mystery.

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Two Black Bottles

Not all of the few remaining inhabitants of Daalbergen, that dismal little village in the Ramapo Mountains, believe that my uncle, old Dominie Vanderhoof, is really dead. Some of them believe he is suspended somewhere between heaven and hell because of the old sexton’s curse. If it had not been for that old magician, he might still be preaching in the little damp church across the moor.

After what has happened to me in Daalbergen, I can almost share the opinion of the villagers. I am not sure that my uncle is dead, but I am very sure that he is not alive upon this earth. There is no doubt that the old sexton buried him once, but he is not in that grave now. I can almost feel him behind me as I write, impelling me to tell the truth about those strange happenings in Daalbergen so many years ago.

It was the fourth day of October when I arrived at Daalbergen in answer to a summons. The letter was from a former member of my uncle’s congregation, who wrote that the old man had passed away and that there should be some small estate which I, as his only living relative, might inherit. Having reached the secluded little hamlet by a wearying series of changes on branch railways, I found my way to the grocery store of Mark Haines, writer of the letter, and he, leading me into a stuffy back room, told me a peculiar tale concerning Dominie Vanderhoof’s death.