Los cuentos de la oscuridad

Outside the time-dimension, and outside The ever-changing spheres and shifting spaces - Though the mad planet and its wrangling races This moment be destroyed - he shall abide And on immortal quests and errands ride In cryptic service to the kings of Pnath, Herald or spy, on the many-spangled path With gulfs below, with muffled gods for guide. Some echo of his voice, some vanished word Follows the light with equal speed, and spans The star-set limits of the universe, Returning and returning, to be heard When all the present worlds and spheres disperse, In other Spicas, other Aldebarans.

"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law"

El horror oculto, narra la historia de un hombre y sus dos compañeros, quienes deciden pasar una noche en la Mansión Martense, cuya horrorosa reputación está repleta de episodios ominosos...

One of the all time American classics, this short story can terrify you as well as amuse you, you will be the judge at the end...

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death...