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Published 4 July 2026 Last activity 4 Jul 26 at 02:14 PM

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H.P. LovecraftThe Dunwich Horror

Another misty summer evening found the matriarch sat alone in the eerie silence of the Whateley farmhouse, a tome of ancient incantations open in her arms. Well... she wasn't exactly alone and the furious rattling of the attic door above the main cornice was unshakable evidence. Something lived with her in the dilapidated residence, something she herself had imprisoned fifteen years ago. Her late father, that grumpy old wizard and architect of the unnatural union between his daughter and the terrible Eldritch God atop the cold altar on Sentinel Hill, had dared acknowledge the monstrous entity as Wilbur's twin brother
but Lavinia preferred not to acknowledge it at all.

The wooden floor above her creaked dangerously, demanding attention and a pair of albino-red hues looked up to survey the frequency of the dreadful sound. It was starving, she knew it. For years it depended on her father for sustenance, with the old man tirelessly purchasing large numbers of cattle to satisfy his grandson's voracious appetite for blood. But that old man was dead now and the creature hadn't been fed in weeks - which led to a series of loud, vengeful thuds that shook the whole structure. Lavinia feared it would break free of its confines and tear the house apart in the process.

She brought her pale hands to her ears and pressed her crimson eyes shut.

"Do your worst", she muttered through clenched teeth. "I am never opening that door."

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