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The Dunwich Horror LIVE$7.00 Add to cart$7.00
Ah, the sweet, sweet singing of the whip-poor-wills. Surely one of the most innocent, purest birdsongs one can know, plaintive and perfect in the clean morning light.
Unless, of course, you happen to live near the decayed New England village of Dunwich. Unless, of course, you have seen the mad fires blazing from the ancient stone circles atop Sentinel Mountain. Unless, of course, you remember the horrible events of seventy years ago and happen to be familiar with the name “Whately.”
Then the singing of whip-poor-wills isn’t so sweet and their patient waiting anything but innocent…
Performed live at the Academy Theatre October 2012, with music by The Ghosts Project!
At the Mountains of Madness LIVE$7.00 – $12.00 Select options$7.00 – $12.00
In H. P. Lovecraft’s classic horror story, an old man consents to a radio interview in which a number of terrible truths come out…
The truth about an expedition to Antarctica in the 1920s where everyone died horribly. The truth about a desolate plateau in the heart of a frozen continent. The truth about life and intelligence on the planet Earth.
And the truth about the prehistoric horror that waits lurking… at the Mountains of Madness.
Performed LIVE at Dragon*Con, September 5, 2010.
Music by The Ghosts Project, Paul Mercer and Davis Petterson!
The Call of C’thulhu$7.00 – $12.00 Select options$7.00 – $12.00
The classic story from H. P. Lovecraft that has inspired millions through literature, games, movies, comics, and the horror of their own imaginations.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn
An ancient evil awakens in the Southern Ocean, inspiring madness in all those who sense its coming.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.
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The Colour Out of Space$7.00 Select options$7.00
The “blasted heath” they called it. Five acres of grey desolation, like a sore eaten into the land.
West of Arkham, the hills rise wild. There are dark little glens where the trees hang precariously, and where thin brooklets trickle, never having been touched by sunlight. There was once a road over the hills and through the valley, but people ceased to use it. The old folk have died or gone away, and the farms and villages are slowly decaying back into dark woods and narrow clearings.
A family died up there. Of a poisoned well…
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