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“The Shadow Over Innsmouth” is a novella by H. P. Lovecraft. Written November- December , the story was first published in April ;. The Shadow over Innsmouth is a horror novella by H. P. Lovecraft, written in November–December ]. It forms part of the Cthulhu Mythos, using its motif of a. H.P. Lovecraft Reread Today we’re looking at “The Shadow Over Innsmouth,” written in November-December and first published as a.

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The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H.P. Lovecraft

It forms part of the Cthulhu Mythos, using its motif of a malign undersea civilization. It references several shared elements of the Mythos, including place-names, mythical creatures and invocations. Paperbackpages. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Shadow Over Innsmouthplease sign up. What made this story for you special?

I just read it and it was good but not quite the story to make one shiver See 1 question about The Shadow Over Innsmouth…. Lists with This Book. Aug 22, Jeffrey Keeten rated it it was amazing Shelves: She lived in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, with gardens of strange leprous corals and grotesque brachiate efflorescences, and welcomed me with a warmth that may have been sardonic.

“The Shadow over Innsmouth” by H. P. Lovecraft

Innsmoutu had changed–as those who take to the water change–and told me she had never died. He showed me a piece of jewelry with grotesque depictions of insidious looking creatures engraved on its surface.

I rubbed the engravings vigorously with my thumb as if I could smear the gold and blur their hideous features. The only person I know who could even begin to fathom what I have seen, what I have experienced. I considered the set of his face as best I could. His eyes seemed larger suddenly, innemouth as if the pupils had encroached outside of their normal sphere.

A waiter appeared, dressed in dark colors, barely distinguishable from the surrounding darkness except for a white napkin tucked in his belt.

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He dropped off two more cognacs and evaporated back into the midnight recesses of the room. I flicked a trembling hand in the air. My hand had a pale luminescence as if I were reaching for a torch burning under water. They were mostly shiny and slippery, but the ridges of their backs were scaly. Their forms vaguely suggested the anthropoid, while their heads oevr the heads of fish, with prodigious bulging eyes that never closed.

At the sides of their necks were palpitating gills, and their long paws were webbed. They hopped irregularly, sometimes on two legs and sometimes on four. My curiosity was peaked as to the origin of the artwork. Little did I know that I was being pulled by more sinister forces than just my own natural interest in the extraordinary.


Are you saying that something was compelling h against your will to go to Innsmouth? The fingers, as they wrapped around the round curve of the cup, were deformed. It took me a moment to ascertain that the fingers were misshapen by what appeared to be webbing. We all began to look like cave creatures after long bouts of research. Whatever morphing I was seeing was merely my own hallucinations. The Innsmouth look as they say. It is as if something has been changing in me. I do wonder about my own sanity.

I do think that I will bring my uncle with me.

You know the one that has been incarcerated for mental illness. Maybe he is just not where he is supposed to be. A strange young man with a voracious appetite for anything I might know about these creatures. After months of hearing nothing from my old friend, I decided to take the train to Providence and see if this Lovecraft fellow had seen or heard anything. I knocked and battered at his door, but he refused to come out to see me.

His windows were covered with what looked like sheets of metal. I found a place where a hole had been bored through the window frame.

As I peered through the aperture, I was momentarily shocked to find myself looking eyeball to eyeball with him. His eye widened and then fell away from me. I heard this awful clatter followed by what sounded like terror induced moaning. I heard him scream something odd After several more minutes of pounding on the door, extorting him, and menacing him with all forms of retribution for not helping me, I finally gave up.

There was nothing for it. I was going to have to go to Innsmouth. His skin was rough and scabby and the sides of his neck were shrivelled and creased up. He looked at me for longer than was necessary and finally shook his head.

The first look of mild intelligence crossed his amphibian features. He walked around the counter, picked up my valise, and started up the stairs. I weighed my options, but decided it was late and probably the best thing for me would be to rest and recuperate from the long hours spent on the train. I wedged a rickety chair under the door knob. The chair looked old enough that Captain John Smith may have put the grooves in the seat with his very own buttocks.

I expected at any moment to have some horrendous beast burst through the door intent on my eminent destruction. I tossed and turned. The musty smell of the room and the general stuffiness of the high humidity was driving me to distraction.

Finally out of desperation, I decided to leave the uncertain safety of my room for a brisk walk around the town. Few lights offered any help in determining a surefooted way.

Luckily, the moon was full and illuminated a choice of paths. I decided that a walk down to the shoreline was probably my only hope of relaxation. The smell of the salt air did clear my head.


I peered out at the water and thought about the stories that Robert had told me. My fear was that his mind was cracking and that the unfortunate circumstances of his uncle might be one he currently shared.

I noticed that the waves were being disturbed, that something, possibly wreckage from some unfortunate vessel, was coming ashore. They were alive with a teeming horde of shapes swimming inward toward the town; and even at my vast distance and in my single moment of perception I could tell that the bobbing heads and flailing arms were alien and aberrant in a way scarcely to be expressed or consciously formulated.

I wanted to scream, but only an inhuman gurgle was able to traverse the constriction of my throat. My legs, fortunately, responded, and soon I was fleeing at a helter skelter pace up the pathway to the hotel. There were several of them waiting for me outside the hotel, but I flailed my way through them, shuddering every time my fist or my boot came in contact with their foul, nauseating flesh.

I ran down the road and out of town. After my stamina began to fail, I crawled into a ditch and shivered all night long expecting at any moment for a webbed hand to reach for me.

I must say, I feel no end of guilty torment over my decision, but I gave up on my quest to find Robert. Once back in civilisation, I returned to my books. I occasionally happened upon lovecrfat mention of trouble at Innsmouth, shadoow my eyes would always blur before I could read more than a few words.

My hand refused to continue to hold innsmoutj newspaper. I pined for my good friend, Olmstead, but I feared that if I ever did see him again, he would be a creature intent on making me immortal in the most grotesque of forms.

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Yes, and of course this is one of the Cthulhu mythos, though not one of the more recognizable entries in this canon. I think Dagon is mentioned Aleister. John, that is succinctly spoken, but this wonderful novella is that and so much more.

Indeed, Lovecraft establishes a setting, set up by a foundation of theatrical foreshadowing, whereby a young man of destiny discovers a town inhabited by a hybrid race that has been blessed with the royal blood of the Deep Ones, though somewhat diluted with the human stain. Ths ryt, yer innsmluth, lb de bludi fiz ppl [all stare] Abdul:


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