LOVECRAFT LA DECLARACION DE RANDOLPH CARTER PDF

Stream La declaración de Randolph Carter (H.P. Lovecraft) by from desktop or your mobile device. The Statement of Randolph Carter. by H. P. Lovecraft. Telling ghost stories in dark and lonely places is an honored tradition. As a rule such. A speck over a quarter-hour, the microfilm La Declaracion de Randolph Carter ( The Statement of Randolph Carter, ) is by metal-band performer & Lovecraft .

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The Statement of Randolph Carter. Telling ghost stories in dark and lonely places is an honored tradition. As a rule such tales, recited from memory, are not the type that make for literature—they are terse, grim, and usually described as true occurrences.

The works of the “greats” of modern fantasy—save perhaps for Ambrose Bierce—are not easily adapted to such recitation; they are too complex or too esoteric. But here is an H. Lovecraft tale that lends itself to recitation. Not word for word, but the plot idea is one to be worked into a midnight tale. Your editor has related it several times—usually on deserted rural roads—with marked effect.

I repeat to you gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless. Detain me here for ever if you will; confine or execute me if you must have a victim to propitiate the illusion you call justice; but I can say no more than I have said already.

Everything that I can remember, I have told with perfect candor. Nothing has been distorted or concealed, and if anything remains vague, it is only because of the dark cloud which has come over my mind—that cloud and the nebulous nature of the horrors which brought it upon me. Again I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren, though I think—almost hope—that he is in peaceful oblivion, if there be anywhere so blessed a thing.

It is true that I have for five years been his closest friend, and a partial sharer of his terrible researches into the unknown.

I will not deny, though my memory is uncertain and indistinct, that this witness of yours may have seen us together as he says, on the Gainsville pike, walking toward Big Cypress Swamp, at half past eleven on that awful night. That we bore electric lanterns, spades, and a curious coil of lovedraft with attached instruments, I will even affirm; for these things all played a part in the single hideous scene which remains burned into my shaken recollection.

But of what followed, and of the reason I was found lvoecraft and dazed on the edge of the swamp next morning, I must insist that I know nothing save what Catrer have told you over and over again.

You say to me that there is nothing in the swamp or near it which could form the setting of that frightful episode. I reply that I knew nothing beyond what I saw. Vision or nightmare it may have been—vision or nightmare I fervently hope it was—yet it is all that my mind retains of what took place in those shocking hours after we left the sight of men.

And why Harley Warren did not return, he or his shade—or some nameless thing I cannot describe—alone can tell. As I have said before, the weird studies of Harley Warren were well known to me, and to some extent shared by me. Of his vast collection of strange, rare books on forbidden subjects I have read all that are written in the languages of which I am master; but these are few as compared with those in languages I cannot understand.

Most, I believe, are in Arabic; and the fiend-inspired cagter which brought on the end—the book which he carried in decclaracion pocket out of the world—was written in characters whose like I never saw elsewhere.

Warren would never tell me just what was in that lx. As to the nature of our studies—must I say again that I no longer retain full comprehension?

It seems to me rather merciful that I do not, for they were terrible studies, which I pursued more through reluctant fascination than through actual inclination. Warren always dominated me, and sometimes I feared him. I remember how I shuddered at his facial expression on the night before the awful happening, when he talked so incessantly of his theory, why certain corpses never decay, but rest firm and fat in their tombs for a thousand years. But I do not fear him now, darter I suspect oovecraft he has known horrors beyond my ken.

Now I fear for him. Once more I say that I have no clear idea of our object on that night. Certainly, it had much to do with something in the book which Warren carried with him—that ancient book in undecipherable characters which had come to him from India a month before—but I swear I do not know what rabdolph was that we expected to find. Your witness says he saw us at half past eleven on the Gainsville pike, headed for Big Cadter Swamp. This is probably true, but I have no distinct memory declaracioj it.

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The picture seared into my soul is of one scene only, and the hour must have been long after midnight; for a waning crescent moon was high in the vaporous heavens. The place was randolpg ancient cemetery; so ancient that I trembled at the manifold signs of immemorial years. It was in a deep, damp hollow, overgrown with rank grass, moss, and curious creeping weeds, and filled with a vague stench which my idle fancy associated absurdly with rotting stone.

On every hand were the signs of neglect and decrepitude, and I seemed haunted by the notion that Warren and I were the first living creatures to invade a lethal silence of centuries.

Over the valley’s rim a wan, waning crescent moon peered through the noisome vapors that seemed to emanate from unheard of catacombs, and by its feeble, wavering beams I could distinguish a repellent array of antique slabs, urns, cenotaphs, and mausoleum facades; all crumbling, moss-grown, and moisture-stained, and partly concealed by the gross luxuriance of the unhealthy vegetation.

My first vivid impression of my own presence dr this terrible necropolis concerns the act of pausing with Declafacion before a certain half-obliterated sepulcher and of throwing down some burdens which we seemed to have been carrying. I now dr that I had with me an electric lantern and two spades, whilst my companion was supplied with a similar lantern and a portable telephone outfit.

No word was uttered, for the spot and the task seemed known to us; and without delay we seized our spades and commenced to clear away the grass, weeds, and drifted earth from the flat, archaic mortuary. After uncovering the entire surface, which consisted of three immense granite slabs, we stepped back some distance to survey the charnel scene; and Warren appeared to make some mental cwrter. Then he returned to the sepulcher, and using his spade as a lever, sought to pry up the slab lying nearest to a stony ruin which may have been a monument in its day.

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He did not succeed, and motioned to me to come to his assistance. Finally our combined strength loosened the stone, which we raised and tipped to one side. The removal of the slab revealed a black aperture, from which rushed an effluence of miasmal gases so nauseous that we started back in horror. After an interval, however, we approached the pit again, and found the exhalations less unbearable.

Our lanterns disclosed the top of a flight of stone steps, dripping with some detestable ichor of the inner earth, and bordered by moist walls encrusted with niter. And now for the first time my memory records verbal discourse, Warren addressing me at length in his mellow tenor voice; a voice singularly unperturbed by our awesome surroundings.

You can’t imagine, even from what you have read and from what I’ve told you, the things Declaraciin shall have to see and do. It’s fiendish work, Carter, and I doubt if any man without ironclad sensibilities could ever see it through and come up alive and sane. I don’t wish to offend you, and Heaven knows I’d be glad enough to have you with me; but the declarcion is in a certain sense mine, and I couldn’t drag a bundle of nerves like you down to probable death or carteer. I tell you, you carfer imagine what the thing is really like!

But I promise to keep you informed over the telephone of every move—you see I’ve enough wire here to reach to the center of the earth declarxcion back!

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I can still hear, in memory, those coolly spoken words; and I can still remember my remonstrances. I seemed desperately anxious to accompany my friend into those sepulchral depths, yet he proved inflexibly obdurate. At one time he threatened to abandon the expedition if Ka remained insistent; a threat which proved effective, since he alone held the key to the thing. All this I can still remember, though I no longer know what manner of thing we sought.

After he had obtained my reluctant acquiescence in his design, Warren picked up the reel of wire and rajdolph the instruments.

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At his nod I took one of the latter and seated myself upon an aged, discolored gravestone close by the newly lkvecraft aperture. Then he shook my hand, shouldered the coil of wire, and disappeared within that indescribable ossuary. For a minute I kept sight of the glow of his lantern, and heard the rustle of lovceraft wire as he laid it down after him; but the glow soon disappeared abruptly, as if a turn in the stone staircase had been encountered, and the sound died away almost as quickly.

I was alone, yet bound to the unknown depths by those magic strands whose insulated surface lay green beneath the struggling beams of that waning crescent moon. In the lone silence of that hoary and deserted city of the dead, my mind conceived the most ghastly fantasies and illusions; and the grotesque shrines and monoliths seemed to assume a hideous personality—a half-sentience.

Amorphous shadows seemed to lurk in the darker recesses of the weed-choked hollow and to flit as in some blasphemous declzracion procession past the portals of the mouldering tombs in the hillside; shadows which could not have been cast by that pallid, peering crescent moon.

I constantly povecraft my watch by the light of my electric lantern, and listened with feverish anxiety at the receiver of the telephone; but for more than a quarter of carer hour heard nothing. Then a faint clicking came from the instrument, and I called down to my friend in a tense voice. Apprehensive as I was, I was nevertheless unprepared se the words which came up from that uncanny vault in accents more alarmed and quivering than any I had heard before from Harley Warren.

He who lovwcraft so calmly left me a little declaraciom previously, now called from below in a shaky whisper more portentous than the rnadolph shriek:. This time my voice did not fail me, and I poured into the transmitter a flood of excited questions. Terrified, I continued to repeat, “Warren, what is it? Once more came the voice of my friend, still hoarse with fear, and now apparently tinged with despair:.

It’s too utterly beyond thought—I dare not tell you—no man could know it and live—Great God! I never dreamed of this! Stillness again, save for my now incoherent torrent of shuddering inquiry. Then the voice of Warren in a pitch of wilder consternation:. Do as I say, and don’t ask me to explain!

I heard, yet was able only to repeat my frantic questions. Around me were the tombs and the darkness and the shadows; below me, some peril beyond the radius of the human imagination. But my friend was in greater danger than I, and through my fear I felt a vague resentment that he should deem me capable of deserting him under such circumstances.

More clicking, and after a pause a piteous cry from Warren:. Something in the boyish slang of my evidently stricken companion unleashed my faculties. I formed and shouted a resolution, “Warren, brace up! It’s too late—and my own fault. Put back the slab and run—there’s nothing else you or anyone can do now! The tone changed again, this time acquiring a softer quality, as of hopeless resignation. Yet it remained tense through anxiety for me.

I tried not to heed him; tried to break through the paralysis which held me, and to fulfil my vow to rush down to his aid. But his next whisper found me still held inert in the chains of stark horror.

Here Warren’s whisper swelled into a cry; a cry that gradually rose to a shriek fraught with all the horror of the ages:. After that was silence. I know not how many interminable eons I sat stupefied; whispering, muttering, calling, screaming into that telephone. Over and over again through those eons I whispered and muttered, called, shouted, and screamed, “Warren! Answer me—are you there? And then there came to me the crowning horror of all—the unbelievable, unthinkable, almost unmentionable thing.

I have said that eons seemed to elapse after Warren shrieked forth his last despairing warning, and that only my own cries now broke the hideous silence. But after a while there was a further clicking in the receiver, and I strained my ears to listen.

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