The Disinterment E-Book

H. P. Lovecraft

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 22

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Stricken with the terrible leprosy after a trip to the Orient , a man turns to his only friend—Andrews, an enigmatic surgeon with a fascination for unorthodox science, in search of desperate help. When Andrews proposes a plan to fake his death and spare him from public disgrace, the man agrees. But as he surrenders to the shadows of the scheme, he begins to suspect that Andrews's motives may be far more disturbing than he imagined.

Leseprobe

The Disinterment

H. P. Lovecraft and Duane W. Rimel

SYNOPSIS

Stricken with the terrible leprosy after a trip to the Orient , a man turns to his only friend—Andrews, an enigmatic surgeon with a fascination for unorthodox science, in search of desperate help. When Andrews proposes a plan to fake his death and spare him from public disgrace, the man agrees. But as he surrenders to the shadows of the scheme, he begins to suspect that Andrews’s motives may be far more disturbing than he imagined.

Keywords

Body horror, Mad science, Betrayal

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The Disinterment

I awoke abruptly from a horrible dream and stared wildly about. Then, seeing the high, arched ceiling and the narrow-stained windows of my friend’s room, a flood of uneasy revelation coursed over me; and I knew that all of Andrew’s hopes had been realized. I lay supine in a large bed, the posts of which reared upward in dizzy perspective; while on vast shelves about the chamber were the familiar books and antiques, I was accustomed to seeing in that secluded corner of the crumbling and ancient mansion which had formed our joint home for many years. On a table by the wall stood a huge candelabrum of early workmanship and design, and the usual light window-curtains had been replaced by hangings of somber black, which took on a faint, ghostly luster in the dying light.