The Tree on the Hill E-Book

H. P. Lovecraft

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

Seitenzahl: 20

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

A curious man becomes obsessed with a mysterious tree on a remote hill, leading him to uncover strange visions and unsettling truths beyond human understanding. "The Tree on the Hill" blends eerie atmosphere with Lovecraftian cosmic horror.

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The Tree on the Hill

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The Tree on the Hill

H. P. Lovecraft and Duane W. Rimel

SYNOPSIS

A curious man becomes obsessed with a mysterious tree on a remote hill, leading him to uncover strange visions and unsettling truths beyond human understanding. “The Tree on the Hill” blends eerie atmosphere with Lovecraftian cosmic horror.

Keywords

Obsession, Cosmic horror, Forbidden mystery

NOTICE

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Southeast of Hampden, near the tortuous Salmon River gorge, is a range of steep, rocky hills which have defied all efforts of sturdy homesteaders. The canyons are too deep and the slopes too precipitous to encourage anything save seasonal livestock grazing. The last time I visited Hampden the region—known as Hell’s Acres—was part of the Blue Mountain Forest Reserve. There are no roads linking this inaccessible locality with the outside world, and the hill folk will tell you that it is indeed a spot transplanted from his Satanic Majesty’s front yard. There is a local superstition that the area is haunted—but by what or by whom no one seems to know. Natives will not venture within its mysterious depths, for they believe the stories handed down to them by the Nez Perce Indians, who have shunned the region for untold generations, because, according to them, it is a playground of certain giant devils from the Outside. These suggestive tales made me very curious.

My first excursion—and my last, thank God!—into those hills occurred while Constantine Theunis and I were living in Hampden the summer of 1938. He was writing a treatise on Egyptian mythology, and I found myself alone much of the time, despite the fact that we shared a modest cabin on Beacon Street, within sight of the infamous Pirate House, built by Exer Jones over sixty years ago.