DOG-FACED HOWLER

DOG-FACED HOWLER

"In an instant every moving entity was electrified; and forming at once into a ceremonial procession, the nightmare horde slithered away in quest of the sound—goat, satyr, and aegipan, incubus, succuba, and lemur, twisted toad and shapeless elemental, dog-faced howler and silent strutter in darkness—all led by the abominable naked phosphorescent thing that had squatted on the carved golden throne, and that now strode insolently bearing in its arms the glassy-eyed corpse of the corpulent old man."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Horror At Red Hook

HORRIBLY DISTORTED BIRD

HORRIBLY DISTORTED BIRD

"He dreamed of great birds that fought and tore, birds with horribly distorted human aspects; he dreamed of monstrous beasts; and he dreamed of himself in strange roles."
H.P. Lovecraft & August Derleth, The Lurker At the Threshold

POSSESSED HAND

POSSESSED HAND

"7-Horror Story. The sculptured hand—or other artificial hand—which strangles its creator."

H.P. Lovecraft, Commonplace Book

ALIEN POLYP

ALIEN POLYP

"They search the sea for marks of their old shore—
For the tall city, white and turreted—
But only empty waters stretch ahead,
So that at last they turn away once more.
Yet sunken deep where alien polyps throng,
The old towers miss their lost, remembered song."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Fungi From Yuggoth

CAT OF ULTHAR

CAT OF ULTHAR
"But all agreed on one thing: that the refusal of all the cats to eat their portions of meat or drink their saucers of milk was exceedingly curious. And for two whole days the sleek, lazy cats of Ulthar would touch no food, but only doze by the fire or in the sun."

"and when they had broken down the frail door they found only this: two cleanly picked human skeletons on the earthen floor, and a number of singular beetles crawling in the shadowy corners."
H.P Lovecraft, The Cats Of Ulthar
"It was a stupendous sight while the torches lasted, and Carter had never before seen so many cats. Black, grey, and white; yellow, tiger, and mixed; common, Persian, and Manx; Thibetan, Angora, and Egyptian; all were there in the fury of battle, and there hovered over them some trace of that profound and inviolate sanctity which made their goddess great in the temples of Bubastis. They would leap seven strong at the throat of an almost-human or the pink tentacled snout of a toad-thing and drag it down savagely to the fungous plain, where myriads of their fellows would surge over it and into it with the frenzied claws and teeth of a divine battle-fury."
H.P. Lovecraft, Dream-Quest Of Unknown Kadath

STRANGE AND IMMORTAL BIRD

STRANGE AND IMMORTAL BIRD
"120-Talking bird of great longevity—tells secret long afterward."

"127-Ancient and unknown ruins—strange and immortal bird who speaks in a language horrifying and revelatory to the explorers."
H.P. Lovecraft, Commonplace Book

ATLACH-NACHA

ATLACH-NACHA

"The dark form ran toward him with incredible swiftness. When it came near he saw that there was a kind of face on the squat ebon body, low down amid the several-jointed legs. The face peered up with a weird expression of doubt and inquiry; and terror crawled through the veins of the bold huntsman as he met the small, crafty eyes that were circled about with hair."
Clark Ashton Smith, The Seven Geases

"I found names and familiar ones, awful descriptions and mere hints of terror unimaginable in accounts of Yig, the terrible snake-god, of Atlach-Nacha of the spider-shape, of Gnoph-Hek, the "hairy thing" otherwise known as Rhan-Tegoth, of Chaugnar Faugn, the vampiric "feeder", of the hell-hounds of Tindalos, which prowl the the angles of time, and again and again of the monstrou Yog-Sothoth, the "All-in-One and One-in-All", whose deceptive disguise is as a congeries of iridescent globes concealing the primal horror beneath."
H.P. Lovecraft & August Derleth, The Lurker At the Threshold

WHITE APE

WHITE APE

"In a rational age like the eighteenth century it was unwise for a man of learning to talk about wild sights and strange scenes under a Congo moon; of the gigantic walls and pillars of a forgotten city, crumbling and vine-grown, and of damp, silent, stone steps leading interminably down into the darkness of abysmal treasure-vaults and inconceivable catacombs. Especially was it unwise to rave of the living things that might haunt such a place; of creatures half of the jungle and half of the impiously aged city—fabulous creatures which even a Pliny might describe with scepticism; things that might have sprung up after the great apes had overrun the dying city with the walls and the pillars, the vaults and the weird carvings."

"Most of the Jermyns had possessed a subtly odd and repellent cast, but Arthur’s case was very striking. It is hard to say just what he resembled, but his expression, his facial angle, and the length of his arms gave a thrill of repulsion to those who met him for the first time."

"Just what the white ape-like creatures could have been, Mwanu had no idea, but he thought they were the builders of the ruined city."
H.P. Lovecraft, Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family

NIGHT-GAUNT

NIGHT-GAUNT

"Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell, But every night I see the rubbery things, Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings, And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Fungi From Yuggoth

"But Carter preferred to look at them than at his captors, which were indeed shocking and uncouth black things with smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, unpleasant horns that curved inward toward each other, bat wings whose beating made no sound, ugly prehensile paws, and barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly. And worst of all, they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of night-gaunts."
H.P. Lovecraft, Dream-Quest Of Unknown Kadath

THE REANIMATED

THE REANIMATED
"Holding with Haeckel that all life is a chemical and physical process, and that the so-called “soul” is a myth, my friend believed that artificial reanimation of the dead can depend only on the condition of the tissues; and that unless actual decomposition has set in, a corpse fully equipped with organs may with suitable measures be set going again in the peculiar fashion
known as life."

"A few persons had half seen it in the dark, and said it was white and like a malformed ape or anthropomorphic fiend."

"There was no sound, but just then the electric lights went out and I saw outlined against some phosphorescence of the nether world a horde of silent toiling things which only insanity—or worse—could create. Their outlines were human, semi-human, fractionally human, and not human at all—the horde was grotesquely heterogeneous."
H.P. Lovecraft, Herbert West-Reanimator