In Nighttime Stories, the narrator H.P. Nightly reads to you stories selected each week to please, stimulate, or (hopefully) make you think. And if not that, at the very least, we aim to amuse you. Listen on to fill and haunt and dim life, turn your mind like the knob to a closet door you can’t remember, arrest the senses by one means (the spoken word) and fill the void that inevitably comes to us each night.
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In Nighttime Stories, the narrator H.P. Nightly reads to you stories selected each week to please, stimulate, or (hopefully) make you think. And if not that, at the very least, we aim to amuse you. Listen on to fill and haunt and dim life, turn your mind like the knob to a closet door you can’t remember, arrest the senses by one means (the spoken word) and fill the void that inevitably comes to us each night.
Howard Phillips Lovecraft was an author little-known in his lifetime, but a huge influence in the 20th century and beyond on the horror and other genres of media. He grew up and lived almost his entire life in a city called Providence in what is now known as Rhode Island; he lived there and he died there as far as the histories tell us.
One of my earliest influences , he always seemed to really believe through his voice as a writer in the unseen and unknowable horrors just beyond the thick edges of the senses. The jury of my own mind is still out, but it seems a possibility worth considering.
Now, for your own consideration, his story 'Celephaïs', first published in 1922.
Nighttime Stories
In Nighttime Stories, the narrator H.P. Nightly reads to you stories selected each week to please, stimulate, or (hopefully) make you think. And if not that, at the very least, we aim to amuse you. Listen on to fill and haunt and dim life, turn your mind like the knob to a closet door you can’t remember, arrest the senses by one means (the spoken word) and fill the void that inevitably comes to us each night.
