“The Shadow Over Innsmouth” is a novella by H. P. Lovecraft. Written November- December , the story was first published in April ;. The Shadow over Innsmouth is a horror novella by H. P. Lovecraft, written in November–December ]. It forms part of the Cthulhu Mythos, using its motif of a. H.P. Lovecraft Reread Today we’re looking at “The Shadow Over Innsmouth,” written in November-December and first published as a.
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The insane yarn I was shado interested me profoundly, for I fancied there was contained within it a sort of crude allegory based upon the strangenesses of Innsmouth and elaborated by an imagination at once creative and full of scraps of exotic legend. A wavering flicker of light shewed through my transom, and the boards of the corridor began to groan with a ponderous load. She lived in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, with gardens of strange leprous corals and grotesque brachiate efflorescences, and welcomed me with a warmth that may have been sardonic.
There had been something wrong with the engine, despite the excellent time made from Newburyport, and the bus could not complete the journey to Arkham. In another instant everything was blotted out by a merciful fit of fainting; the first I had ever had. All sorts of unpleasant conjectures crossed my mind. But now Zadok was shaking me, and I turned back to watch the melting of that fear-frozen face into a chaos of twitching eyelids and mumbling gums.
This uncle had resembled her, and I had never liked him either.
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There was no ship visible, as I had half expected there would be. There were no voices, however, and it struck me that there was something subtly furtive about the creaking.
There was just a chance that the townsfolk would llvecraft think of that; since its brier-choked desertion made it half-impassable, and the unlikeliest of all avenues for a fugitive to choose. I had seen it clearly from my hotel window, and knew about how it lay.
The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H.P. Lovecraft
The mere telling helps me to restore confidence in my own faculties; to reassure myself that I was not simply the first to succumb to a contagious nightmare hallucination.
As the hour for its arrival drew near I noticed a general drift of the loungers to other places up the street, or to the Ideal Lunch across the square. It helps me, too, in making up my mind regarding a certain terrible step which lies ahead of me. He was, however, unable to resist any offer of his favourite poison; and once drunk would furnish the most astonishing fragments of whispered reminiscence. I thought I was prepared for the worst, and I really ought to have been prepared considering what I had seen before.
I had heard no speech so far in this quarter, and was unaccountably anxious not to do so.
The Shadow Over Innsmouth
I am more or less a Lovecraft-come-lately and read Ruthanna Emrys’ innsmiuth Winter Tide without reading this first. You worship pagan gods then you must be EVIL! A bowl of vegetable soup with crackers was enough for me, and I soon headed back for my cheerless room at the Gilman; getting an evening paper and a flyspecked magazine from the evil-visaged clerk at the rickety stand beside his desk.
I knew too well what they must be—for was not the memory of that evil tiara at Newburyport still fresh? The clatter at the northerly connecting door was now terrific, and I saw that the weak panelling was beginning lovecgaft splinter.
Fusty, stuffiness alternating with florid, overblown wordiness.
As I looked, a subtle, curious sense of beckoning seemed superadded to the grim repulsion; and oddly enough, I found this overtone more disturbing than the primary impression. Nor did I dare look for that piece of strange jewellery said to be in the Miskatonic University Museum. Why were they there? They must have fixed up some awful scare for that fellow.
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What the whole proceeding meant, I could not imagine; unless it involved some strange rite shzdow with Devil Reef, or unless some party had landed from a ship on that sinister rock.
I was by this time thankfully certain that the railway itself was not patrolled. Try the Kindle edition and experience these great reading features: Instead, I strolled out on the square, from which the bus had already gone, and studied the scene minutely and appraisingly. Some of the windows on the Shadwo House side were faintly glowing, and I thought I heard confused sounds within.
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Resolved to try another building, I groped my way back toward the courtyard, but stopped short when close to the doorway. It was designed to open in my direction, hence I saw—after drawing the bolt and finding other ehadow in place—it was not a favourable one for forcing.
This is part of The Complete Works of H. John, that is succinctly spoken, but this wonderful novella is that and so much more.