It was exactly one hundred years since the very first Lethal Chamber had opened in New York City’s Washington Square Park, all the way back in 1920. Over the decades close to twenty million citizens had taken advantage of the tens of thousands of Chambers scattered across the Imperial Dynasty of Ame...
I wonder if you're mixing up a couple of different HPL tales. Perhaps "Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family" and "The Rats in the Walls".
Alice twirled her parasol as she skipped down the cobbled street in her stiletto heeled Mary Janes. She hummed a merry tune as the residents of Innsmouth stirred from their slumber. “Here, fishy fishy!” Rotting front doors opened and hybrids emerged. A magical twist of Alice’s parasol transformed th...
In the blackness between the stars: a tapered passage way. The path is littered with the tatterdemalions, the cosmic eyeless. They crawl and chitter as is their way. They are not His children. The trodden track reveals a basalt wall made of cold gargantuan blocks. The ragged orphans scuttle noisily ...
Olmstead stood on the shore and removed his clothes. He’d only been back there once in the past two years, after he’d salvaged Joe Sargent from the degrading pit that the upper-earth men were rotting him in. Olmstead was proud of liberating so many of his kin while avenging the unnatural deaths of t...
Olmstead knocked with considerably authority on the hotel room door. “Lieutenant Commander William J. Butler, former Captain of the USS S-19 that raided the coastal town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts in 1928?” asked Olmstead. “Yes. And who might you be?” replied Butler. With expert thrusts, Olmstead s...
“He’s one of them leftover inbreeders from the Federal raid back in ‘28. Sorry little bastard. Spends all day like that, huddled up in the corner pissing his pants. Ugly fuck, if you‘d pardon my French, Sir.” The orderly invited Mr. Olmstead to peer into the squalid cell through the reinforced windo...
I like the concept, but I wish it were more visible. It's hidden here and difficult to understand. The ending I like, though it is very blunt. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Readerofmuch. I appreciate the feedback. The original version of this story is slightly longer and perhap...
The surgeon drove Parbell home to an empty house. “Your parents must still be working the carnival.” “Will my new body work as well as the old one, doktor?” “The carnival closes shortly. You’ll be with your own kind soon.” “My family’s already here. They hide in the house.” “Please get out of the ca...
The Winchester Model ‘87 tore the first moon man in half at close quarters. The ancient shotgun had been a family heirloom and, legend had it, was successfully utilized in a bank robbery fifty some odd years ago down Tucson way. The relic still packed a powerful punch, as the bloody remains of the u...
I was drudging home in the pouring rain after work, holding up this green and blue umbrella my mum lent me after my old one broke, and this red haired lad confidently saddles up to me and asks, “please can I have seventy pence to watch X-Men at the pictures?”. I handed the boy my brolly and opened m...