the festival E-Book

H. P. Lovecraft

• Herausgeber: Legorreta
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 17

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The Festival by H.P. Lovecraft A haunting short story blending horror and supernatural elements. The narrator returns to his ancestral town for a strange winter solstice festival, only to uncover a dark, ancient ritual involving eldritch horrors. Lovecraft masterfully builds suspense with themes of inherited dread and the uncanny.

Leseprobe

The Festival

By H. P. Lovecraft

Author of “Dagon,” “The Rats in the Walls,” etc.

“Efficiunt daemones, ut quae non sunt, sic tamen quasi sint, conspicienda hominibus exhibeant.”—Lactantius.

I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern sea was upon me. In the twilight I heard it pounding on the rocks, and I knew it lay just over the hill where the twisting willows writhed against the clearing sky and the first stars of evening. And because my fathers had called me to the old town beyond, I pushed on through the shallow, new-fallen snow along the road that soared lonely up to where Aldebaran twinkled among the trees; on toward the very ancient town I had never seen but often dreamed of.

It was the Yuletide, which men call Christmas, though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind. It was the Yuletide, and I had come at last to the ancient sea town where my people had dwelt and kept festival in the elder time when festival was forbidden; where also they had commanded their sons to keep festival once every century, that the memory of primal secrets might not be forgotten. Mine were an old people, old even when this land was settled three hundred years before. And they were strange, because they had come as dark, furtive folk from opiate southern gardens of orchids, and spoken another tongue before they learnt the tongue of the blue-eyed fishers. And now they were scattered, and shared only the rituals of mysteries that none living could understand. I was the only one who came back that night to the old fishing town as legend bade, for only the poor and the lonely remember.