Mors Profundis
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While wandering in a local flea market(I was running low on fleas) I chanced to find a large selection of used books.
Since Lovecraftians are always finding forbidden tomes in these places, and getting their brains abducted to Pluto(I always wanted to see Pluto) I began to examine the shelves eagerly, but with little expectation of any pleasureable result.
But there, among the dog-eared volumes of book club prose, crouching like some malevolent, venomous creature was.............."The Supernatural Omnibus"!.............Edited by Montague Summers!"
Yes, the mysterious and fabled Witchfinder himself, rumored to be the Vatican's expert on the dark arts, with a special commission from the Pope himself, a man who frightened Aleister Crowley, expert on vampire, werewolves and the hideous Black Mass!
I tingled, I quivered, I gladly gave the pittance demanded to the sinister and somehow unwholesome cashier, then fled into the gathering gloom, clutching book to my bosom as I would a child.
I fled to a fuligent corner of the decaying family manse, and there, among the cobwebs and with scurrying rodents all about-how they love story time!-I began to read.
Summers may have been a wierdo and an open mouldy-fig, but his taste in wierd tales cannot be faulted-there's the Dickens tale just mentioned on Dr. Who, a superb story by Vernon Lee, 'Amor Dure', full of antique shudders-and I'm only halfway through!
Dang!, musta been mah lucky day!
Since Lovecraftians are always finding forbidden tomes in these places, and getting their brains abducted to Pluto(I always wanted to see Pluto) I began to examine the shelves eagerly, but with little expectation of any pleasureable result.
But there, among the dog-eared volumes of book club prose, crouching like some malevolent, venomous creature was.............."The Supernatural Omnibus"!.............Edited by Montague Summers!"
Yes, the mysterious and fabled Witchfinder himself, rumored to be the Vatican's expert on the dark arts, with a special commission from the Pope himself, a man who frightened Aleister Crowley, expert on vampire, werewolves and the hideous Black Mass!
I tingled, I quivered, I gladly gave the pittance demanded to the sinister and somehow unwholesome cashier, then fled into the gathering gloom, clutching book to my bosom as I would a child.
I fled to a fuligent corner of the decaying family manse, and there, among the cobwebs and with scurrying rodents all about-how they love story time!-I began to read.
Summers may have been a wierdo and an open mouldy-fig, but his taste in wierd tales cannot be faulted-there's the Dickens tale just mentioned on Dr. Who, a superb story by Vernon Lee, 'Amor Dure', full of antique shudders-and I'm only halfway through!
Dang!, musta been mah lucky day!