Please forgive my stuffy voice tonight — I’ve been quite sick lately as the temperature drops and the rain hasn’t stopped for days. Thank you for listening so kindly through the storms 🖤
Tonight we unseal the nineteenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Very Old Folk — a tale whispered from Rome’s oldest shadows, where ancient rites still breathe beneath the mountain soil.
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In The Very Old Folk (1918), an ancient letter recounts a Roman officer’s nightmare—visions of unspeakable rites performed by a people too old for history to remember. It is a story of memory and contagion, where dream bleeds into prophecy and the past refuses to stay buried. A fragmentary tale, yes—but one that hums with cosmic dread. Because the oldest gods were never forgotten. They were merely waiting.
Thank you for listening in the dark with me đź–¤