Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. He upbraids himself for not doing something, and speculates wildly on the consequences of another electrical breakdown. Probably they were mere legends evoked by the evil look of the place, but even so, they were like a strange coming to life of one of his own stories. He could scarcely tear his eyes from it, and as he looked at its glistening surfaces he almost fancied it was transparent, with half-formed worlds of wonder within. In a rear vestry room beside the apse Blake found a rotting desk and ceiling-high shelves of mildewed, disintegrating books. Turning away from the windows, Blake noticed that the cobwebbed cross above the altar was not of the ordinary kind, but resembled the primordial ankh or crux ansata of shadowy Egypt. When the current blazed on again there had been a shocking commotion in the tower, for even the feeble light trickling through the grime-blackened, louvre-boarded windows was too much for the thing. Once, those nearest the church declared, the outer door had rattled hideously. They were the black, forbidden things which most sane people have never even heard of, or have heard of only in furtive, timorous whispers; the banned and dreaded repositories of equivocal secret and immemorial formulae which have trickled down the stream of time from the days of man's youth, and the dim, fabulous days before man was. He felt entangled with something- something which was not in the stone, but which had looked through it at him- something which would ceaselessly follow him with a cognition that was not physical sight.
The tower was invisible now that the candles would not burn, but as the object neared the ground the people knew that it was the smoke-grimed louvre-boarding of that tower's east window. The gap in the fence was very easy to pass through, and before long Blake found himself wading amidst the rotting, tangled growths of the deserted yard. Was there a subtle phosphorescence of radio-activity about the thing? It was the last-written of the author's known works, and is part of the Cthulhu Mythos. In writing of these things in his diary, Blake expresses a curious kind of remorse, and talks of the duty of burying the Shining Trapezohedron and of banishing what he had evoked by letting daylight into the hideous jutting spire. The papers have given the tangible details from a sceptical angle, leaving for others the drawing of the picture as Robert Blake saw it- or thought he saw it- or pretended to see it. Then the lights went out all over the city. Haunter of the Dark first appeared in the story The Haunter of the Dark (H.P. Gamer Escape: Gaming News, Reviews, Wikis, and Podcasts, https://ffxiv.gamerescape.com/w/index.php?title=Haunter_of_the_Dark&oldid=1191947, Allagan Tomestone of Poetics Rewarded from FATE, Primary sources on Ying-Yang are scarce, as no scholar who has personally observed the twin-creature yet retains the ability to speak any known tongue. The four-inch seeming sphere turned out to be a nearly black, red-striated polyhedron with many irregular flat surfaces; either a very remarkable crystal of some sort or an artificial object of carved and highly polished mineral matter. Three men in succession found ways of evading the assignment, and the fourth went very reluctantly and returned very soon without adding to the account given by the reporters. All were securely locked, so he began a circuit of the Cyclopean building in quest of some minor and more penetrable opening. What disturbed Blake the most- except for the hints of stains and charring and bad odours- was the final detail that explained the crashing glass. At the same time the air trembled with a vibration as of flapping wings, and a sudden east-blowing wind more violent than any previous blast snatched off the hats and wrenched the dripping umbrellas from the crowd. "The Haunter of the Dark" is a horror short story by American author H. P. Lovecraft, written between 5–9 November 1935 and published in the December 1936 edition of Weird Tales (Vol. The manuscript writing consisted of the common traditional symbols used today in astronomy and anciently in alchemy, astrology, and other dubious arts- the devices of the sun, moon, planets, aspects, and zodiacal signs- here massed in solid pages of text, with divisions and paragraphings suggesting that each symbol answered to some alphabetical letter. It was then, in the gathering twilight, that he thought he saw a faint trace of luminosity in the crazily angled stone. The cult's most sacred item cult is the Shining Trapezohedron, which allows the Haunter to enter our dimension. Around the pillar in a rough circle were seven high-backed Gothic chairs still largely intact, while behind them, ranging along the dark-panelled walls, were seven colossal images of crumbling, black-painted plaster, resembling more than anything else the cryptic carven megaliths of mysterious Easter Island. Some of them were badly scattered, and a few seemed oddly dissolved at the ends. Shortly afterwards the coroner's physician made an examination, and despite the unbroken window reported electrical shock, or nervous tension induced by electrical discharge, as the cause of death. In any event he shrieked aloud, dropped frantically from the ladder, and stumbled blindly across the obstructed floor of the almost lightless chamber that encompassed him. He did not dress, and ordered all his food by telephone. Its disjointed text included such phrases as the following: Restoring the paper to the pocketbook and placing the latter in his coat, Blake turned to look down at the skeleton in the dust. Perhaps no one else had known of his plan - who could tell? The designs were largely conventional, and his knowledge of obscure symbolism told him much concerning some of the ancient patterns.

He had himself read many of them- a Latin version of the abhorred Necronomicon, the sinister Liber Ivonis, the infamous Cultes des Goules of Comte d'Erlette, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt, and old Ludvig Prinn's hellish De Vermis Mysteriis. The Haunter of the Dark appears as a huge bat-like thing with a tri-lobed eye, a form that might be that of a huge hunting horror. He felt a peculiar sense of oppression at being actually within the great spectral building, but kept it in check as he cautiously scouted about- finding a still-intact barrel amid the dust, and rolling it over to the open window to provide for his exit. His earlier stay in the city -a visit to a strange old man as deeply given to occult and forbidden lore as he- had ended amidst death and flame, and it must have been some morbid instinct which drew him back from his home in Milwaukee. The cult uses an ancient artifact known as the Shining Trapezohedronto summon a terrible being from the depths of time and space. It seems that the great lightning flash and deafening explosion which followed the Federal Hill occurrence were even more tremendous farther east, where a burst of the singular foetor was likewise noticed. The great storm broke just before midnight on 8 August. Blake wondered how the obscurely painted panes could have survived so well, in view of the known habits of small boys the world over. If Father O'Malley were alive there would be many a thing he could tell. Something, they said, was constantly watching at a door to see if it were dark enough to venture forth. This was the end of his quest; for upon the wide, iron-railed, weed-grown plateau which the wall supported- a separate, lesser world raised fully six feet above the surrounding streets- there stood a grim, titan bulk whose identity, despite Blake's new perspective, was beyond dispute. Aroused at last to the whimsical news value of the scare, a pair of them had defied the frantic crowds of Italians and crawled into the church through the cellar window after trying the doors in vain. Some day the city would step in and take the property for lack of heirs, but little good would come of anybody's touching it. Around the top of the bank wall, fully enclosing the grounds, was a rusty iron fence whose gate- at the head of a flight of steps from the square- was visibly padlocked. The longer he watched, the more his imagination worked, till at length he began to fancy curious things. This charring extended to some of the fragments of clothing. Rats, without question- the only living things to reveal their presence in this accursed pile since he had entered it. It has been suggested that this being takes hypnotic control over those who summon it. 5, p. 538–53).

Even then he could not be sure that he wished to enter that haunt of desertion and shadow, yet the pull of its strangeness dragged him on automatically. Once on the ground floor, Blake began exploring in a rapid fashion. During that first winter he produced five of his best-known short stories- The Burrower Beneath, The Stairs in the Crypt, Shaggai, In the Vale of Pnath, and The Feaster from the Stars- and painted seven canvases; studies of nameless, unhuman monsters, and profoundly alien, non-terrestrial landscapes. These points were discussed very carefully because of their probable connection with the death of Robert Blake.
Then it slept in the ruins of that evil fane which the priests and the new Pharaoh destroyed, till the delver's spade once more brought it forth to curse mankind. Better it be left alone for the years to topple, lest things be stirred that ought to rest forever in their black abyss. Whenever he moved he stumbled over something, and at each noise there would come a sort of answering sound from above- a vague stirring, mixed with the cautious sliding of wood on wood. There were dingy blue-and-white street signs which meant nothing to him, and presently he noted the strange, dark faces of the drifting crowds, and the foreign signs over curious shops in brown, decade-weathered buildings. Half an hour later the rain stopped, and in fifteen minutes more the street lights sprang on again, sending the weary, bedraggled watchers relievedly back to their homes. The cult of this avatar of Nyarlathotep originated on Yuggoth, but was prevalent during the reign of Nephren-Ka. Approaching, he tried to clear the dust away with his hands and handkerchief, and saw that the figurings were of a monstrous and utterly alien kind; depicting entities which, though seemingly alive, resembled no known life-form ever evolved on this planet. The vacant church was in a state of great decrepitude. Then at last there was a sound of splintering wood and a large, heavy object crashed down in the yard beneath the frowning easterly façade. Some of the high stone buttresses had fallen, and several delicate finials lay half lost among the brown, neglected weeds and grasses. Nothing definite could be seen in the candleless night, though some upward-looking spectators thought they glimpsed a great spreading blur of denser blackness against the inky sky- something like a formless cloud of smoke that shot with meteorlike speed towards the east. He knew instantly where he was, and plunged recklessly down the narrow spiral staircase, tripping and bruising himself at every turn.


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