Hi and welcome back to Nighty Night, bedtime stories to keep you awake.

I'm your host, R Jadri. In this week's episode, we revisit

H.P. Lovecraft, and this time encounter malevolent forces beyond our understanding that are at play in the universe and all around us.

Niala Thotep by H.P. Lovecraft.

Niara Thotep, the crawling chaos, I am the last.

I will tell the audient void. I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago.

The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a

a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous

of hideous physical danger.

A danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible

phantasms of the night.

I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces and whispered warnings and prophecies

which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledged to himself that he had heard.

A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, then out of the abysses between the

stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places.

There was a demonic alteration in the sequence of the seasons.

The autumn heat lingered fearsomely and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from

the control of known gods and forces to that of gods and forces which were unknown.

And it was then that Niarletho-Tep came out of Egypt, who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh.

The Falahine knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of 27 centuries

and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet.

Into the lands of civilization came Niarla Thotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister.

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