Bob, when I was a boy back in Arkham, I too lived through the Great Depression.

Far as I'm concerned, it wasn't all that great.

When I got out of high school, by expulsion, I was faced with a terrible choice everybody had in the depression.

It was a dilemma.

It either worked or starve.

I decided to combine the two by becoming a writer. Now it's I am afraid a matter of fairly common knowledge that H.P.

Lovecraft is the one who was responsible for steering me in that direction.

He turned me on and turned me loose.

Turned me on and he turned me loose.

I have seen the dark universe yawning where the black planets roll without a

where they roll in their horror unheeded without knowledge or luster or name.

Nemesis. H.P. Podcraft.com.

cautious investigators will hesitate to challenge the common belief that Robert Blake was killed by lightning or by some profound nervous shock derived from an electrical discharge.

It is true that the window he faced was unbroken, but nature has shown herself capable

of many freakish performances. The expression on his face may easily have arisen from some obscure

muscular source unrelated to anything he saw,

while the entries in his diary are clearly the result of a fantastic imagination aroused by certain local superstitions and by certain old matters he had uncovered.

As for the anomalous conditions at the deserted church on Federal Hill, the shrewd analyst

is not slow in attributing them to some charlatanry conscious or unconscious with at least some of which Blake was secretly connected.

Well we are here to analyze this story though I'm not sure how shrewd we are.

Mm, yeah. The story is of course the haunter of the dark. sure how shrewd we are. Yeah.

The story is of course the

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