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

My name is Ravi Achaudhri. I'm your host and narrator.

In this week's episode,

H.P. Lovecraft leads us into a story full of cosmic horror,

human degeneration, and the Terror of the Unknown

The Lirking Fear by H.P. Lovecraft

Part 1, The Shadow He Lovecraft.

There was thunder in the air on the night I went to the deserted mansion atop tempest mountain

to find the lurking fear.

I was not alone, for fool-hardiness was not then mixed with that love of the grotesque and the terrible which has made my career a series of quests for strange horrors in literature and in life.

With me were too faithful and musculate. in literature and in life.

With me were two faithful and muscular men for whom I had sent with when the time came.

Men long associated with me in my ghastly explorations because of their peculiar fitness.

We had started quietly from the village because of the reporters who still lingered about

after the Eldridge panic of a month before, the nightmare creeping death.

Later I thought they might aid me, but I did not want them then.

Would to God I had let them share the search that I might not have had to bear the secret

alone so long. To bear it alone for fear the world would call me mad or go mad itself

at the demon implications of the thing. Now that I am telling it anyway, lest

the brooding make me a maniac, I wish I had never concealed it, for I and I only know what manner of fear lurked on that spectral and desolate mountain.

In a small motor car we covered the miles of Primeval Forest and hill until the wooded ascent checked it.

The country-born aspect more than usually sinister as we viewed it by night and without

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