October 2017: Rats, Walls

“In 16 July 1923, I moved into Exham Priory after the last workman had finished his labours. The restoration had been a stupendous task, for little had remained of the deserted pile but a shell-like ruin; yet because it had been the seat of my ancestors, I let no expense deter me. The place had not been inhabited since the reign of James the First, when a tragedy of intensely hideous, though largely unexplained, nature had struck down the master, five of his children, and several servants; and driven forth under a cloud of suspicion and terror the third son, my lineal progenitor and the only survivor of the abhorred line.”

H.P. Lovecraft, The Rats in the Walls - 1924

If Lovecraft had died the day after it was published, this early story would still be included in horror anthologies. It's a near-perfect example of pulp horror, with a creepy building and tainted bloodlines.

It's also a curious example of Lovecraftia in that the racism is contained in one cat, rather than just all over the place. 

Also, hey, do you like horror? You must, right? Well, I hereby endorse Corporate Cthulhu, a book of weird horror set against the world of bureaucracy. If the Kickstarter reaches its first stretch goal, my own story, involving the King in Yellow, will be included, so feel free to take that as a warning.