The Lurking Fear
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The Lurking Fear by H. P. Lovecraft There was thunder and the air. On the night I went to the deserted mansion atop Tempest Mountain to find the lurking fear. I was not alone, for foolhardiness was not then mixed with that love of the grotesque and the terrible, which had made my career a series of quests for strange horrors and literature. And in life with me were two faithful and muscular men for whom I had sent when the time came, men long associated with me in my ghastly explorations because of their peculiar fitness. We had started quietly from the village because of the reporters who's still lingered about after the eldritch panic of a month before the nightmare creeping death. Later, I thought they might aid me, but I did not want them then would to God I had led them share the search that I might not have had to bear the secret alone so long to bear it alone for fear the world would call me mad or mad itself at the Damon implications of the thing. Now that I am telling it anyway, lest the brooding make me manic, I wish I had never concealed it for I and only I know what manner of fear lurked on that spectral and desolate mountain in a small motor car recovered the miles of prim evil forest and hill until the wooded ascent checked in the country born aspect more than usually sinister as we viewed it by night and without the accustomed crowds of investigators so that we were often tempted to use a NASA tiling headlight despite the attention it might attract. It was not a wholesome landscape after dark, and I believe I would have noticed it's morbidity. Even had I been ignorant of the terror that stocked here of wild creatures. There were none. They're wise when death leaves close. The ancient, lightning scarred trees seemed unnaturally large and twisted and the other vegetation unnaturally thick and feverish while curious mounds and hum IX in the weedy folder right pitted earth reminded me of snakes and Dedman School swelled to gigantic proportions. Fear had lurked on Tempest Mountain for more than a century. This, I learned at once from newspaper, are accounts of the catastrophe which first brought the region to the world's notice. The place is remote, lonely elevation in that part of the Catskills, where Dutch civilization once feebly and transient Lee penetrated, leaving behind as it's receded on Lee, a few ruined mansions and a degenerate squatter population inhabiting pitiful hem helmets on isolated slopes. Normal beings seldom visited the locality till the state police were formed, and even now, Onley infrequent troopers patrol it. The fear, however, is an old tradition throughout the neighboring villages, since it is a topic in the simple discourse of the poor. Mongrels sometimes leave their valleys to trade hand woven baskets for such primitive necessities as they cannot shoot rays or make.