Moreover, there broods eternally about this country an undeniable atmosphere not alone of age and desertion, but also of evil. There are areas of woodland in which no axe has fallen, as well as dark, vinegrown glens, where brooks trickle in a darkness unbroken by sunlight even on the brightest day… It is not a country in which to linger overlong, and certainly not a place in which to be found at night.

Wentworth’s Day
H P Lovecraft

Madness rides the star-wind…claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses…dripping death astride a bachanale of bats from night-black ruins of buried temples of Belial…

The Hound
H P Lovecraft

Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous.

Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn & His Family
H P Lovecraft