Shunned

"My eyes, bewitched by the glassy orbs which stared loathsomely into them, refused to close; though they were mercifully blurred, and shewed the terrible object but indistictly after the first shock. I tried to raise my hand to shut out the sight, yet so stunned were my nerves that my arm could not fully obey my will."

An ode to one of my favorite authors, H.P. Lovecraft. This is my sort of depiction of the Outsider, it might not coincide with the story perfectly, but I've had this image in my head for forever. And even that didn't come out like I thought, but I'm still really happy with it!! This story is one of my favorites of his, even though it's so short it just really moved me. Enjoy, my ghouls.