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Through
all
the
years
Wilbur
had
treated
his
half-deformed
albino
mother
with
a
growing
contempt
,
finally
forbidding
her
to
go
to
the
hills
with
him
on
May
Eve
and
Hallowmass
;
and
in
1926
the
poor
creature
complained
to
Mamie
Bishop
of
being
afraid
of
him
.
'
They
's
more
abaout
him
as
I
knows
than
I
kin
tell
ye
,
Mamie
,
'
she
said
,
'
an
'
naowadays
they
's
more
nor
what
I
know
myself
.
I
vaow
afur
Gawd
,
I
du
n't
know
what
he
wants
nor
what
he
's
a-tryin
'
to
dew
'
That
Hallowe'en
the
hill
noises
sounded
louder
than
ever
,
and
fire
burned
on
Sentinel
Hill
as
usual
;
but
people
paid
more
attention
to
the
rhythmical
screaming
of
vast
flocks
of
unnaturally
belated
whippoorwills
which
seemed
to
be
assembled
near
the
unlighted
Whateley
farmhouse
.
After
midnight
their
shrill
notes
burst
into
a
kind
of
pandemoniac
cachinnation
which
filled
all
the
countryside
,
and
not
until
dawn
did
they
finally
quiet
down
.
Then
they
vanished
,
hurrying
southward
where
they
were
fully
a
month
overdue
.
What
this
meant
,
no
one
could
quite
be
certain
till
later
.
None
of
the
countryfolk
seemed
to
have
died
--
but
poor
Lavinia
Whateley
,
the
twisted
albino
,
was
never
seen
again
.
In
the
summer
of
1927
Wilbur
repaired
two
sheds
in
the
farmyard
and
began
moving
his
books
and
effects
out
to
them
.
Soon
afterwards
Earl
Sawyer
told
the
loungers
at
Osborn
's
that
more
carpentry
was
going
on
in
the
Whateley
farmhouse
.
Wilbur
was
closing
all
the
doors
and
windows
on
the
ground
floor
,
and
seemed
to
be
taking
out
partitions
as
he
and
his
grandfather
had
done
upstairs
four
years
before
.
He
was
living
in
one
of
the
sheds
,
and
Sawyer
thought
he
seemed
unusually
worried
and
tremulous
.
People
generally
suspected
him
of
knowing
something
about
his
mother
's
disappearance
,
and
very
few
ever
approached
his
neighbourhood
now
.
His
height
had
increased
to
more
than
seven
feet
,
and
showed
no
signs
of
ceasing
its
development
.
The
following
winter
brought
an
event
no
less
strange
than
Wilbur
's
first
trip
outside
the
Dunwich
region
.
Correspondence
with
the
Widener
Library
at
Harvard
,
the
Bibliothèque
Nationale
in
Paris
,
the
British
Museum
,
the
University
of
Buenos
Ayres
,
and
the
Library
of
Miskatonic
University
at
Arkham
had
failed
to
get
him
the
loan
of
a
book
he
desperately
wanted
;
so
at
length
he
set
out
in
person
,
shabby
,
dirty
,
bearded
,
and
uncouth
of
dialect
,
to
consult
the
copy
at
Miskatonic
,
which
was
the
nearest
to
him
geographically
.
Almost
eight
feet
tall
,
and
carrying
a
cheap
new
valise
from
Osborne
's
general
store
,
this
dark
and
goatish
gargoyle
appeared
one
day
in
Arkham
in
quest
of
the
dreaded
volume
kept
under
lock
and
key
at
the
college
library
--
the
hideous
Necronomicon
of
the
mad
Arab
Abdul
Alhazred
in
Olaus
Wormius
'
Latin
version
,
as
printed
in
Spain
in
the
seventeenth
century
.
He
had
never
seen
a
city
before
,
but
had
no
thought
save
to
find
his
way
to
the
university
grounds
;
where
indeed
,
he
passed
heedlessly
by
the
great
white-fanged
watchdog
that
barked
with
unnatural
fury
and
enmity
,
and
tugged
frantically
at
its
stout
chain
.
Wilbur
had
with
him
the
priceless
but
imperfect
copy
of
Dr
Dee
's
English
version
which
his
grandfather
had
bequeathed
him
,
and
upon
receiving
access
to
the
Latin
copy
he
at
once
began
to
collate
the
two
texts
with
the
aim
of
discovering
a
certain
passage
which
would
have
come
on
the
751st
page
of
his
own
defective
volume
.
This
much
he
could
not
civilly
refrain
from
telling
the
librarian
--
the
same
erudite
Henry
Armitage
(
A.
M.
Miskatonic
,
Ph.
D.
Princeton
,
Litt
.
D.
Johns
Hopkins
)
who
had
once
called
at
the
farm
,
and
who
now
politely
plied
him
with
questions
.
He
was
looking
,
he
had
to
admit
,
for
a
kind
of
formula
or
incantation
containing
the
frightful
name
Yog
--
Sothoth
,
and
it
puzzled
him
to
find
discrepancies
,
duplications
,
and
ambiguities
which
made
the
matter
of
determination
far
from
easy
.
As
he
copied
the
formula
he
finally
chose
,
Dr
Armitage
looked
involuntarily
over
his
shoulder
at
the
open
pages
;
the
left-hand
one
of
which
,
in
the
Latin
version
,
contained
such
monstrous
threats
to
the
peace
and
sanity
of
the
world
.
Nor
is
it
to
be
thought
(
ran
the
text
as
Armitage
mentally
translated
it
)
that
man
is
either
the
oldest
or
the
last
of
earth
's
masters
,
or
that
the
common
bulk
of
life
and
substance
walks
alone
.
The
Old
Ones
were
,
the
Old
Ones
are
,
and
the
Old
Ones
shall
be
.
Not
in
the
spaces
we
know
,
but
between
them
,
they
walk
serene
and
primal
,
undimensioned
and
to
us
unseen
.
Yog
--
Sothoth
knows
the
gate
.
Yog
--
Sothoth
is
the
gate
.
Yog
--
Sothoth
is
the
key
and
guardian
of
the
gate
.
Past
,
present
,
future
,
all
are
one
in
Yog
--
Sothoth
.
He
knows
where
the
Old
Ones
broke
through
of
old
,
and
where
They
shall
break
through
again
.
He
knows
where
They
had
trod
earth
's
fields
,
and
where
They
still
tread
them
,
and
why
no
one
can
behold
Them
as
They
tread
.
By
Their
smell
can
men
sometimes
know
Them
near
,
but
of
Their
semblance
can
no
man
know
,
saving
only
in
the
features
of
those
They
have
begotten
on
mankind
;
and
of
those
are
there
many
sorts
,
differing
in
likeness
from
man
's
truest
eidolon
to
that
shape
without
sight
or
substance
which
is
Them
.
They
walk
unseen
and
foul
in
lonely
places
where
the
Words
have
been
spoken
and
the
Rites
howled
through
at
their
Seasons
.
The
wind
gibbers
with
Their
voices
,
and
the
earth
mutters
with
Their
consciousness
.
They
bend
the
forest
and
crush
the
city
,
yet
may
not
forest
or
city
behold
the
hand
that
smites
.
Kadath
in
the
cold
waste
hath
known
Them
,
and
what
man
knows
Kadath
?
The
ice
desert
of
the
South
and
the
sunken
isles
of
Ocean
hold
stones
whereon
Their
seal
is
engraver
,
but
who
hath
seen
the
deep
frozen
city
or
the
sealed
tower
long
garlanded
with
seaweed
and
barnacles
?
Great
Cthulhu
is
Their
cousin
,
yet
can
he
spy
Them
only
dimly
.
Iä
!
Shub
--
Niggurath
!
As
a
foulness
shall
ye
know
Them
.
Their
hand
is
at
your
throats
,
yet
ye
see
Them
not
;
and
Their
habitation
is
even
one
with
your
guarded
threshold
.
Yog
--
Sothoth
is
the
key
to
the
gate
,
whereby
the
spheres
meet
.
Man
rules
now
where
They
ruled
once
;
They
shall
soon
rule
where
man
rules
now
.
After
summer
is
winter
,
after
winter
summer
.
They
wait
patient
and
potent
,
for
here
shall
They
reign
again
.
Dr.
Armitage
,
associating
what
he
was
reading
with
what
he
had
heard
of
Dunwich
and
its
brooding
presences
,
and
of
Wilbur
Whateley
and
his
dim
,
hideous
aura
that
stretched
from
a
dubious
birth
to
a
cloud
of
probable
matricide
,
felt
a
wave
of
fright
as
tangible
as
a
draught
of
the
tomb
's
cold
clamminess
.
The
bent
,
goatish
giant
before
him
seemed
like
the
spawn
of
another
planet
or
dimension
;
like
something
only
partly
of
mankind
,
and
linked
to
black
gulfs
of
essence
and
entity
that
stretch
like
titan
phantasms
beyond
all
spheres
of
force
and
matter
,
space
and
time
.
Presently
Wilbur
raised
his
head
and
began
speaking
in
that
strange
,
resonant
fashion
which
hinted
at
sound-producing
organs
unlike
the
run
of
mankind
's
.
