By: Julian Huxley

Not a necropolis, but a histopolis.

By: A. Merritt

“I crawled up and up.”

By: Julian Huxley

“I should call this the Institute of Religious Tissue Culture.”

By: A. Merritt

“I rushed up and past that unseen Horror.”

By: Julian Huxley

Why not take the opportunity of doing a little research work?

By: A. Merritt

“Their whispering grew into a chant.”

By: Julian Huxley

“We can render visible the blood’s hidden nature and reality.”

By: A. Merritt

It lurked, it brooded, it threatened…

By: Julian Huxley

My God, what a crowd!

By: A. Merritt

“It was appalling — it was
demonic .”

By: A. Merritt

“An impression of enormous upright slugs…”

By: A. Merritt

“Before me was — sheer space!”

By: A. Merritt

“Any whispering?”

By: A. Merritt

The whispering grew louder.

By: Algernon Blackwood

“Gone! gone! gone!” cried a thick, whispering voice.