The statement of Randolph Carter by H.P. Lovecraft, read by Mike Bennett.

I repeat to you,

gentlemen, that your Inquisition is fruitless

detain me here forever if you will confine or execute me if you must have a victim to

propitiate the illusion you call justice but I can say no more than I have said already.

Everything that I can remember I have told you with perfect candor.

Nothing has been distorted or concealed, and if anything remains vague, it is only because of the

dark cloud which has come over my mind, that cloud and the nebulous nature of the horrors

which brought it upon me.

Again, I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren,

though I think almost hope that he is in peaceful oblivion if there be anywhere so blessed a

thing it is true that I have for five years been his closest friend and a partial share of his terrible

researches into the unknown. I will not deny though my memory is uncertain and

distinct that this witness of yours may have seen us together as he says on the Gainesville Pike,

walking towards big cypress swamp at half past 11 on that awful night,

that we bore electric lanterns, spades, and a curious coil of wire with attached instruments

I will even affirm. For these things all played a part in the single hideous scene which

remains burned into my shaken recollection.

But of what followed, and of the reason I was found alone and dazed on the edge of the swamp

next morning, I must insist that I know nothing save

what I have told you over and over again. You say to me that there is nothing in the

swamp or near it which could form the setting of that frightful episode.

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