Just a little thing I muttered into a voice recorder moments before falling asleep – I had been reading Lovecraft that night. The “Part 2” thing is referring to this post from a while ago.
There are places within our land of New England that only fools enter. And when – if! – they leave, they depart less than fools, madmen, raving lies and fabrications that I loathe myself to report for their very incredulity. But are these things as horrid as they describe, or are they nearly machinations of the psyche, trying to cover up that which it cannot comprehend itself; a faded tatter of a memory, something much darker, something much more wholly complete, in the most horrific way.