> There is something very wrong about that photo in general. I get uneasy
> just looking at it.
>
> I'll probably have nightmares tonight.
Presently the old man drew back his hood and pointed to the family
resemblance in his face, but I only shuddered, because I was sure that the
face was merely a devilish waxen mask. The flopping animals were now
scratching restlessly at the lichens, and I saw that the old man was
nearly as restless himself. When one of the things began to waddle and
edge away, he turned quickly to stop it; so that the suddenness of his
motion dislodged the waxen mask from what should have been his head. And
then, because that nightmare's position barred me from the stone staircase
down which we had come, I flung myself into the oily underground river
that bubbled somewhere to the caves of the sea; flung myself into that
putrescent juice of earth's inner horrors before the madness of my screams
could bring down upon me all the charnel legions these pest-gulfs might
conceal.
From "The Festival" by HP Lovecraft
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