The lurking fear dwelt in the shunned and deserted Martense mansion, which crowned the high but gradual eminence whose liability to frequent thunderstorms gave it the name of Tempest Mountain.
For over a hundred years the antique, grove-circled stone house had been the subject of stories incredibly wild and monstrously hideous; stories of a silent colossal creeping death which stalked abroad in summer.
It seemed the stories might have been true when myself and a horde of reporters descended on the Catskills to follow up a rumour that an entire village had sunk into the earth.
The Lurking fear is a classic horrifying short story by H.P. Lovecraft, Read by Felbrigg Heriott.
4 files, mp3
For over a hundred years the antique, grove-circled stone house had been the subject of stories incredibly wild and monstrously hideous; stories of a silent colossal creeping death which stalked abroad in summer.
It seemed the stories might have been true when myself and a horde of reporters descended on the Catskills to follow up a rumour that an entire village had sunk into the earth.
The Lurking fear is a classic horrifying short story by H.P. Lovecraft, Read by Felbrigg Heriott.
4 files, mp3