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.It had been found in the ruins of the cottage - nearthe lip of that curious hole - and was addressed to me.It contained thosenotes I have already copied and a letter from Sir Amery which, if its awfulending is anything to go on, he must have just finished writing when thehorror came for him.When Iconsider, it is not surprising that the envelope survived the collapse; theywould not have known what it was, and so would have had no interest in it.Nothing in the cottage seems to have been deliberately damaged - nothinginanimate, that is - and so far as I have been able to discover the onlymissing items are those terrible spheres, or what remained of them!But I must hurry.I cannot escape and all the time the tremors are increasingin strength and frequency.No! I will not have time.No time to write all Iintended to say.The shocks are too heavy.to o heav y.Int erfer in g withmy t ypi ng.I will finis h this i n th e only way rem ain ing to me andstaple S ir Amer y's lett er to th is man use rip t no w.Dear Paul,In the event of this letter ever getting to you, there are certain things Imust ask you to do for the safety and sanity of the world.It is absolutelynecessary that these things be explored and dealt with - though how that maybe done I am at a loss to say.It was my intention, for the sake of my ownsanity, to forget what happened at G'harne.I was wrong to try to hide it.Atthis very moment there are men digging in strange, forbidden places, and whoknows what they may unearth? Certainly all these horrors must be tracked downand rooted out - but not by bumbling amateurs.It must be done by men who areready for the ultimate in.hideous, cosmic horror.Men with weapons.Perhapsflamethrowers would do the trick.Certainly a scientific knowledge of warwould be a necessity.Devices could be made to track the enemy.I meanspecialized seismological instruments.If I had the time I would prepare adossier, detailed and explicit, but it appears that this letter will have tosuffice as a guide to tomorrow's horror-hunters.You see, / now know for sure that they are after me - and there's nothing Ican do about it! It's too late! At first even I, just like so many others,believed myself to be just a little bit mad.I refused to admit to myself thatwhat I had seen happen had ever happened at all! To admit that was to admitcomplete lunacy - but it was real, all right, it did happen - and will again!Heaven only knows what's been wrong with my seismograph, but the damn thing'slet me down in the worst possible way! Oh, they would have got me eventually,but I might at least have had time to prepare a proper warning.I ask you to think, Paul.Think of what has happened at the cottage.Ican write of it as though it had already happened - because I know it must! Itwill! It is Shudde-M'ell, come for his spheres.Paul, look at the manner of my death, for if you are reading this then I ameither dead or disappeared - which means the same thing.Read the enclosednotes carefully, I beg you.I haven't the time to be more explicit, but thesenotes of mine should be of some help.If you are only half so inquiring as Ibelieve you to be, you will surely soon come to recognize a fantastic horrorwhich, I repeat, the whole world must be made to believe in.The ground isreally shaking now but, knowing that it is the end, I am steady in my horror.Not that I expect my present calm state of mind to last.I think that bythe time they actually come for me my mind will have snapped completely.I canimagine it now.The floor splintering, erupting, to admit them.Why! Eventhinking of it my senses recoil at the terror of the thought.There will be ahideous smell, a slime, a chanting and gigantic writhing and.and then -Unable to escape I await the thing.I am trapped by the same hypnotic powerthat claimed the others at G'harne.What monstrous memories! How I awoke tosee my friends and companions sucked dry of their life's blood by wormy,vampirish things from the cesspools of time! Gods of alien dimensions! I washypnotized then by this same terrible force, unable to move to the aid of myfriends or even to save myself!Miraculously, with the passing of the moon behind some wisps of cloud, thehynotic effect was broken.Then, screaming and sobbing, utterly broken,temporarily out of my mind, I fled, hearing behind me the droning, demoniacchanting of Shudde-M'ell and his hordes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]