THE 75th anniversary of the death of horror writer H.P. Lovecraft has been commemorated with an indefinable sense of terror.
Fans of the influential writer – whose works depict mankind as the hapless puppets of the ancient, evil creatures lurking on the fringes of our reality – paid their respects by sitting bolt upright in a intense state of paranoia-bordering-on-insanity.
Horror fan Roy Hobbs said: “I’ve got Lovecraft to thank for opening my eyes to the utter meaninglessness of human existence in a vast, cold universe full of dread. So naturally I wanted to pay my respects by driving myself temporarily mad with fear.
He added: “It was mid-morning at the time, and a strange shadow fell across my desk.
“I looked up and saw… a thing beyond description, a thing of such pronounced hideousness as to mock almighty God by its very being, a being that no human tongue could name nor mortal syllable describe”
“Rubbing my eyes, I realised it was actually my line manager, Richard, telling me to stop staring like a mentalist and do some work.”
Thousands worldwide remembered the groundbreaking writer’s passing by experiencing an eerie feeling that they were being watched, possibly by beings not of this realm, and glimpsing slimy things from the corners of their eyes.
25-year-old Lovecraft devotee Emma Bradford: “Late yesterday afternoon at about 5.30pm, I felt overwhelmed with dread and disgust at the unnameable, tentacled, sub-human horrors lurking all around me.”
“However, that is actually quite normal, as I work at Spearmint Rhino.”