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Turning at the junction between Aylesbury and Deans Corners leads to a desert land. ⠀

There, in the upper reaches of the Miskatonic River, under the slope of the Round Mountain is Dunwich. ⠀

The oldest families arrived here from Salem in 1692.

Any signage where Dunwich was tagged has been removed because he has a bad reputation. ⠀

There are legends in the city about the servants of Satan, witch blood, strange forest dwellers, and also that nightjars are guides to the world of the dead. ⠀

The inhabitants of the provincial corner followed the path of regression, as a result of blood ties, they formed their own race.

On the night of February 2, 1913, at Old Whateley's house, Lavinia, his daughter, gave birth to baby Wilbur. ⠀

Then noise came from the hills and all the dogs in the city barked. ⠀

Old Whateley told the people of Dunwich that the child had no father and was not like the others. ⠀

An extremely ugly and incredibly fast growing baby. There was something goaty or bestial about his thick lips, yellowish porous skin, coarse curly hair, and oddly elongated ears. ⠀

From that moment, Whately began to buy batches of cows, which later quickly died from an unknown ailment.

Near the house, people heard the clatter of hooves and a loud crack from the ground. ⠀

The old people remembered the legends about strange creatures from under the earth and how the calf was sacrificed to the pagan gods.

The scariest story I've ever read from Lovecraft. ⠀

The thought repeatedly came over me that everything that was written was actually happening. ⠀

Very atmospheric piece. ⠀

A sea of ​​mysticism, mystery, mystery and, of course, horror. ⠀

This story will leave a pretty vivid impression if you are just starting to get acquainted with the work of Lovecraft. ⠀

I advise if you are intimidated by everything related to the theme of a religious cult. ⠀