Above: H.P. Lovecraft portrait by Sean Phillips. Sean’s work and art can be found HERE.
If I had more time and energy I would write a paragraph in Lovecraftian style prose about how I awoke in the wee hours of the morning and needed to calm my thoughts, so I binge read Lovecraft’s The Shadow Over Innsmouth until almost dawn. I know that probably doesn’t make much sense, but little does between two and five A.M.
Lovecraft lived and worked near me through most of his life, visited the same places, knew the same sights and landmarks. The difference was that his time was a little less than one hundred years before mine. Despite the century gap between us the New England connection anchors his stories in my memories. Reading his stories over and over again provide an odd comfort to me, and maybe they will for you, that or they will totally creep you out.
If you have neither the time or the energy to sit in dim light and read through his freely available stories you can check out this nifty audio version of this tale below. If you start to feel a creeping dread and smell a strong odor of fish, you should probably run.