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by H. P. Lovecraft
The Dunwich Horror is a short horror novel written in 1928 by Howard Phillips Lovecraft and published in the April 1929. It is one of the central works of the Cthulhu Mythos.
The story takes place in the imaginary city of Dunwich, in the state of Massachusetts. Wilbur Whateley is the son of Lavinia Whateley, a deformed albino woman. He doesn't know who his father was.
Wilbur's birth was quite sinister with numerous dog barking and screaming in the middle of the night. His growth was also rare, since he had a very early development and in just ten years he was already an adult, both in height and in maturity.
He lived isolated from the rest of the Dunwich neighbors and was educated by his grandfather, Old Whateley. His grandfather claimed that one day Wilbur would name his father from the top of Sentinel Hill.
Wilbur learned dark rituals and gained knowledge in witchcraft. The initial plot revolves around Wilbur's desire to obtain a complete version of the Necronomicon.
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About H. P. Lovecraft
Howard Phillips Lovecraft was an American writer of weird and horror fiction, who is known for his creation of what became the Cthulhu Mythos and h...
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I'll tell you something of the forbidden horrors she led me into - something of the age-old horrors that even now are festering in out-of-the-way corners with a few monstrous priests to keep them alive. Some people know things about the universe that nobody ought to know, and can do things that nobody ought to be able to do.
Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, and after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.
It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear.
The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.
There were a Rattling and Rolling, Groaning, Screeching, and Hissing, such as no Things of this Earth cou'd raise up, and which must needs have come from those Caves that only black Magick can discover, and only the Divell unlock.
