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Norrys, used as he was to the trenches, could not walk straight when he came out of the English building. All was now ready, and at 11 a.
“The Rats in the Walls” by H. P. Lovecraft
A Look Behind the Cthulhu H.p.lovecradt. He was looking intensely at a point on the wall somewhat west of the window, a point which to my eye had nothing to mark it, but toward which all my attention was now directed.
The largest, in the centre of the room, had certain features on the upper surface which indicated its connexion with fire—probably burnt offerings. No, no, I tell you, I am not that daemon swineherd in the twilit grotto! The quadruped things — with their occasional recruits from the biped class — had been kept in stone pens, out of which they must have broken in their last delirium of hunger or rat-fear. I am warning you. Lady Margaret Trevor from Cornwall, wife of Godfrey, the second son of the fifth baron, became a favourite bane of children all over the countryside, and the daemon heroine of a particularly horrible old ballad not yet extinct near the Welsh border.
Please discuss this issue on the article’s talk page. A descendant of the Delapore family embarks upon rebuilding the decrepit family estate, Exham Priory, in England. That it had been the goal of the scuffling and unexplainable rats I could not doubt, though why, I could not tell. It was never destroyed by the Danes, though after the Norman Conquest it must have declined tremendously, since there was no impediment when Henry the Third granted the site to my ancestor, Gilbert de la Poer, First Baron Exham, in Wallss after writing “The Rats in the Walls”, Lovecraft wrote that the story was “suggested by a h.plovecraft commonplace incident—the cracking of wall-paper late at night, and the chain of imaginings resulting from it.
The worlds he created are phenomenal, but they’re also underused and hidden behind dense and impractical prose. I had now obtained some very circumstantial accounts of the final tragedy and flight of Walter de la Poer, which I conceived to be the probable contents of the hereditary paper lost in the fire at Carfax.
It’s too short for me to discuss in depth without spoiling anything, but if you’ve got 15 minutes give this one a read. They were searching the house for some unknown source of disturbance which had thrown all the cats into a snarling panic and caused them to plunge precipitately down several flights of stairs and squat, yowling, before the closed door to the sub-cellar.
There seems to be a force behind it, saving it from falling over entirely. Shall a Norrys hold the lands of a de la Poer? He came to me in my study, a lofty west room on the second story, with groined arches, black oak panelling, and a triple Gothic window overlooking the limestone cliff and desolate valley; and even as he spoke I saw the jetty form of Nigger-Man creeping along the west wall and scratching at the new panels which overlaid the ancient stone.
There had been great herds of them, evidently fattened on the coarse vegetables whose remains could be found as a sort of poisonous ensilage at the bottom of huge stone bins older than Rome.
There was nothing but the patched stone wall, and even the cat had lost his tense realisation of abnormal presences. After ploughing down a few steps amidst the gnawled bones we saw that there was light ahead; not any mystic phosphorescence, but a filtered daylight which could not come except from unknown fissures in the cliff that over-looked the waste valley.
When I speak of poor Norrys they accuse me of a hideous thing, but they must know that I did not do it. Why did he urge me to watch Nigger-Man and listen to the cats outside, and why did he guess wildly and vaguely at what could have aroused them?
I seemed to be looking down from an immense height upon a twilit grotto, knee-deep with filth, where a white-bearded daemon swineherd drove about with his staff a flock of fungous, flabby beasts whose appearance filled me with unutterable loathing. I told the man that there must be some singular odour or emanation from the old stonework, imperceptible to human senses, but affecting the delicate organs of cats even through the new woodwork.
On the other hand, I was constantly praised and encouraged by Capt. Even though his stories are relatively short, they are often quite slow and drawn out. The accounts of vanished peasants were less to be dismissed, though not especially significant in view of mediaeval custom. And when I turned to call their attention to the sounds in the panels, I realised that the noise had ceased.
Indeed, there was much to iin to, for beyond the closed door at the head of the stone steps was a veritable nightmare of feline yelling and clawing, whilst Nigger-Man, unmindful of his kindred outside, was running excitedly around the bare stone walls, in which I heard the same babel of scurrying rats that had troubled me the night before.
It was the antechamber of hell, and poor Thornton fainted again when Trask told him that some of the skeleton things must have descended as quadrupeds through the last twenty or more generations. The skill of Lovecraft’s writing is monumental he writes with shear skill and atmosphere. I knew now why my ancestors had had such excessive gardens—would to heaven I could forget!
Thank you for the comments Barley!
On 22 July occurred the first incident which, though lightly dismissed at teh time, takes on a preternatural significance in relation to later events. It housed some monks. Even before this horrible incident, de la Poer notes that the only member of the expedition that he notices is the plump Capt. Macleod included a footnote that translated the passage as: So, HP, when you wrote Rats in the Walls, were you trying to make a case for ancient evil being the foundation of our society, using the Delapore House as a literal symbol of this illustration or was it just a useful setting for a connection with long buried pagan rites.
Norrys, who had not slept, laughed considerably.
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The odd incidents — so slight yet so curious — appealed to his sense of the picturesque and elicited from him a number of reminiscenses of local ghostly lore. A few of the tales were exceedingly picturesque, and made me wish I had learnt more of the comparative mythology in my youth.