Third Fear

Terror, horror, gnostic madness—fear and anxiety, the gross and the grotesque, the gloaming and ghoulish, the monstrous and the chimerical. Here there be demons, imps, blobs, and zombies, the taxonomy of evil, the physical outpouring of all loathsome, gibbering vileness—Chaos, free to slime its tentacular self out of primal eviternity and across our tensed and trembling cheeks.

Think of this as a demonic aquarium, one in which H. P. Lovecraft is raising many tiny blind sharks...