The House on the Borderland

The timber props hold, and on the other side of the study door the grunting stops. The man inside understands that the swine-things have gone back to the Pit for more of themselves. In the house with him are his sister Mary, who has been told nothing, and a dog that will not stop watching the windows.

Two anglers camping near Kraighten in the west of Ireland dug his diary from the rubble, still smelling of pit-water, a run of its pages destroyed. What it records is stranger than a siege. Before the writing breaks off, the man in the house will watch the sun slow, redden, and go out. It was written a generation before cosmic horror had a name, and few books since have gone further out.