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From
that
day
on
my
life
has
been
a
nightmare
of
brooding
and
apprehension
nor
do
I
know
how
much
is
hideous
truth
and
how
much
madness
.
My
great-grandmother
had
been
a
Marsh
of
unknown
source
whose
husband
lived
in
Arkham
--
and
did
not
old
Zadok
say
that
the
daughter
of
Obed
Marsh
by
a
monstrous
mother
was
married
to
an
Arkham
man
through
trick
?
What
was
it
the
ancient
toper
had
muttered
about
the
line
of
my
eyes
to
Captain
Obed
's
?
In
Arkham
,
too
,
the
curator
had
told
me
I
had
the
true
Marsh
eyes
.
Was
Obed
Marsh
my
own
great-great-grandfather
?
Who
--
or
what
--
then
,
was
my
great-great-grandmother
?
But
perhaps
this
was
all
madness
.
Those
whitish-gold
ornaments
might
easily
have
been
bought
from
some
Innsmouth
sailor
by
the
father
of
my
great-grandmother
,
whoever
he
was
.
And
that
look
in
the
staring-eyed
faces
of
my
grandmother
and
self-slain
uncle
might
be
sheer
fancy
on
my
part
--
sheer
fancy
,
bolstered
up
by
the
Innsmouth
shadow
which
had
so
darkly
coloured
my
imagination
.
But
why
had
my
uncle
killed
himself
after
an
ancestral
quest
in
New
England
?
For
more
than
two
years
I
fought
off
these
reflections
with
partial
success
.
My
father
secured
me
a
place
in
an
insurance
office
,
and
I
buried
myself
in
routine
as
deeply
as
possible
.
In
the
winter
of
1930
--
31
,
however
,
the
dreams
began
.
They
were
very
sparse
and
insidious
at
first
,
but
increased
in
frequency
and
vividness
as
the
weeks
went
by
.
Great
watery
spaces
opened
out
before
me
,
and
I
seemed
to
wander
through
titanic
sunken
porticos
and
labyrinths
of
weedy
cyclopean
walls
with
grotesque
fishes
as
my
companions
.
Then
the
other
shapes
began
to
appear
,
filling
me
with
nameless
horror
the
moment
I
awoke
.
But
during
the
dreams
they
did
not
horrify
me
at
all
--
I
was
one
with
them
;
wearing
their
unhuman
trappings
,
treading
their
aqueous
ways
,
and
praying
monstrously
at
their
evil
sea-bottom
temples
.
There
was
much
more
than
I
could
remember
,
but
even
what
I
did
remember
each
morning
would
be
enough
to
stamp
me
as
a
madman
or
a
genius
if
ever
I
dared
write
it
down
.
Some
frightful
influence
,
I
felt
,
was
seeking
gradually
to
drag
me
out
of
the
sane
world
of
wholesome
life
into
unnamable
abysses
of
blackness
and
alienage
;
and
the
process
told
heavily
on
me
.
My
health
and
appearance
grew
steadily
worse
,
till
finally
I
was
forced
to
give
up
my
position
and
adopt
the
static
,
secluded
life
of
an
invalid
.
Some
odd
nervous
affliction
had
me
in
its
grip
,
and
I
found
myself
at
times
almost
unable
to
shut
my
eyes
.
It
was
then
that
I
began
to
study
the
mirror
with
mounting
alarm
.
The
slow
ravages
of
disease
are
not
pleasant
to
watch
,
but
in
my
case
there
was
something
subtler
and
more
puzzling
in
the
background
.
My
father
seemed
to
notice
it
,
too
,
for
he
began
looking
at
me
curiously
and
almost
affrightedly
.
What
was
taking
place
in
me
?
Could
it
be
that
I
was
coming
to
resemble
my
grandmother
and
uncle
Douglas
?
One
night
I
had
a
frightful
dream
in
which
I
met
my
grandmother
under
the
sea
.
She
lived
in
a
phosphorescent
palace
of
many
terraces
,
with
gardens
of
strange
leprous
corals
and
grotesque
brachiate
efflorescences
,
and
welcomed
me
with
a
warmth
that
may
have
been
sardonic
.
She
had
changed
--
as
those
who
take
to
the
water
change
--
and
told
me
she
had
never
died
.
Instead
,
she
had
gone
to
a
spot
her
dead
son
had
learned
about
,
and
had
leaped
to
a
realm
whose
wonders
--
destined
for
him
as
well
--
he
had
spurned
with
a
smoking
pistol
.
This
was
to
be
my
realm
,
too
--
I
could
not
escape
it
.
I
would
never
die
,
but
would
live
with
those
who
had
lived
since
before
man
ever
walked
the
earth
.
I
met
also
that
which
had
been
her
grandmother
.
For
eighty
thousand
years
Pth
'
thya-l'yi
had
lived
in
Y'
ha-nthlei
,
and
thither
she
had
gone
back
after
Obed
Marsh
was
dead
.
Y'
ha-nthlei
was
not
destroyed
when
the
upper-earth
men
shot
death
into
the
sea
.
It
was
hurt
,
but
not
destroyed
.
The
Deep
Ones
could
never
be
destroyed
,
even
though
the
palaeogean
magic
of
the
forgotten
Old
Ones
might
sometimes
check
them
.
For
the
present
they
would
rest
;
but
some
day
,
if
they
remembered
,
they
would
rise
again
for
the
tribute
Great
Cthulhu
craved
.
It
would
be
a
city
greater
than
Innsmouth
next
time
.
They
had
planned
to
spread
,
and
had
brought
up
that
which
would
help
them
,
but
now
they
must
wait
once
more
.
For
bringing
the
upper-earth
men
's
death
I
must
do
a
penance
,
but
that
would
not
be
heavy
.
This
was
the
dream
in
which
I
saw
a
shoggoth
for
the
first
time
,
and
the
sight
set
me
awake
in
a
frenzy
of
screaming
.
That
morning
the
mirror
definitely
told
me
I
had
acquired
the
Innsmouth
look
.
So
far
I
have
not
shot
myself
as
my
uncle
Douglas
did
.
I
bought
an
automatic
and
almost
took
the
step
,
but
certain
dreams
deterred
me
.
The
tense
extremes
of
horror
are
lessening
,
and
I
feel
queerly
drawn
toward
the
unknown
sea-deeps
instead
of
fearing
them
