The Music of Eric Zahn by H. P. Lovecraft
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a sudden gust stronger than the others caught up the manuscript and board towards the window. I followed the flying sheets and desperation, but they were gone before I reached the demolished pains. Then I remembered my old wish to gaze from this window, the only window in the Rudisill from which one might see the slope beyond the wall in the sea, outspread beneath. It was very dark, but the city's lights always burned, and I expected to see them. They're admits the rain and the wind. Yet when I looked from that highest of all, gable windows looked by. The candles sputtered in the insane, vile howled with the night wind. I saw no city spread below and no friendly lights gleaming from the remembered streets, but only the blackness of space a limit hable unimagined space alive with motion and music and having no semblance to anything on earth. And as I stood there in terror, the wind blew out both candles, that ancient peaked Garrett leaving me and savage an Impenetrable darkness with chaos and pandemonium before me and the demon madness of that night vein vial behind me, I staggered back in the dark without the means of striking a light, crashing against the table, overturning a chair and finally groping my way to the place where the blackness screamed with shocking music to save myself in Eric Sand, I could at least try, would have the powers opposed to me. Once I thought some chill thing brushed me and I screamed, But my scream could not be heard above the hideous, vile suddenly out of the blackness, the madly swaying Both struck me, and I knew I was close to the player. I felt ahead and touch the back of sans chair and then found and shook his shoulder in an effort to bring him to his senses. I he did not respond in the vial, shrieked without slackening. I moved my hand to his head, who's mechanical, nodding. I was able to stop and shouted in his ear that we must both flee from this unknown thing of the night. But he neither answered me nor abated the frenzy of his unutterable music. While all through the Garrett strange currents of wind seemed to dance in the darkness and babble. When my hand touched his ear, I shuddered, though I know not why knew not why until I felt the still three ice cold stiffened un breathing face was glassy. Eyes bulged uselessly into the void. And then, by some miracle finding the door and the large wooden bolt, I plunged wildly away from the glassy eyed thing in the dark and a ghoulish howling, that accursed vile whose fury increased as I plunged, Yeah!