Squealing White Thing ©Michael Bukowski

 

“I was much less disturbed by the vaguer tales of wails and howlings in the barren, windswept valley beneath the limestone cliff; of the graveyard stenches after the spring rains; of the floundering, squealing white thing on which Sir John Clave’s horse had trod one night in a lonely field;”

– H.P. Lovecraft, The Rats In the Walls

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