It was I who fled frantically out of Innsmouth in the early morning hours of July 16, 1927, and whose frightened appeals for government inquiry and action brought on the whole reported episode.
During the winter of 1927–28 officials of the Federal government made a strange and secret investigation of certain conditions in the ancient Massachusetts seaport of Innsmouth.
That was the first I ever heard of shadowed Innsmouth. Any reference to a town not shewn on common maps or listed in recent guide-books would have interested me,
That was the first I ever heard of shadowed Innsmouth.
Any reference to a town not shewn on common maps or listed in recent guide-books would have interested me,
and the agent’s odd manner of allusion roused something like real curiosity. A town able to inspire such dislike in its neighbours, I thought, must be at least rather unusual, and worthy of a tourist’s attention
I must try to tell what I thought I saw that night under the mocking yellow moon.
flopping, hopping, croaking, bleating—surging inhumanly through the spectral moonlight in a grotesque, malignant saraband of fantastic nightmare.
Iä-R’lyeh! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä!
( Iä-R’lyeh! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä! )