Arcane Tales Of Horror

Dagon, by H. P. Lovecraft



I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone, makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not … Continue reading Dagon, by H. P. Lovecraft →