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Tonight continues The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft’s The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave enough to wander deeper into the Dreamlands.

On the fifth night, Randolph Carter returns again to aid the cats of Ulthar in their aeons-long rivalry with the zoogs.

This is a soft-spoken, cozy ASMR-style reading, meant for relaxation, sleep, a...

Tonight continues The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft’s The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave enough to wander deeper into the Dreamlands.

On the fourth night, Randolph Carter enlists the aid of an old friend and becomes one with the ghouls among the gugs. This is a soft-spoken, cozy ASMR-style reading, meant for relaxation, sleep, and g...

Tonight continues The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft’s The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave enough to wander deeper into the Dreamlands.

On the third night, Randolph Carter journeys upward on the mighty cliff face Ngranek in search of the infamous carving of the gods.

This is a soft-spoken, cozy ASMR-style reading, meant for relaxation, ...

Tonight continues The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft’s The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave enough to wander deeper into the Dreamlands.

On the second night, Randolph Carter journeys onward through Ulthar and beyond, where the kindness of cats proves wiser than the designs of men. In the shadowed streets of Dylath-Leen, Carter is seized...

Come sit with me by the fire, my darling.

Tonight begins The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft’s The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave until to travel through the Dreamlands.

On the first night, we meet Randolph Carter, a man haunted by a city he has seen only in dreams — a city the gods will not let him reach. As winter settles in and the f...

Hello my darling… and welcome to a very special seasonal tale. Tonight we’re reading Smee by A. M. Burrage, from the old tradition of Christmas hauntings.

Set during a holiday house party, this story begins as a simple game of hide-and-seek in the dark with a group of young adults — but ends with a whisper of something colder… something watching… something that never should have joined the game at all.

Settle in, get cozy, and let th...

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This is a very soft, very casual little desk tour and ramble — nothing fancy, nothing overly ASMR, just me chatting with you about my recording setup, my little routine, and how I put together the videos you see on the channel.

Sometimes it’s nice to share a quieter, honest moment behind the scenes.

So come sit with me for a bit, breathe with me, and peek at the tiny space where all the stories, dreams, and whisp...

Tonight’s story comes from Alex G Blume, the haunting voice behind @DisturbedLore — a returning guest author and friend whose writing always feels like a dream slowly unraveling.

In the park, everything looks ordinary — sunlight, laughter, children at play. But for the narrator, peace is impossible. There’s blood on their hand, and it won’t come off.

As paranoia builds and reality unravels, a trip to the corner fast-food restroom bec...

🕯️ A simple, quiet reading tonight — filmed while I rest through a migraine. No performance, no polish. Just my hands, the turning of pages (more breathing than I would prefer) and the rhythm of Nethescurial by Thomas Ligotti. There are small mistakes here and there, and the pacing drifts — slower in places, faster in others — the way reading feels when your mind is fogged and your body just wants stillness. But I think that fits ...

Our narrator and the crew of The Dreadful, marked by blood and bound to a screaming scroll of unknown origin, sail into a quickly unraveling world. As mysteries begin to emerge, dreams of Leng—alien, forbidden—begin to claw through the narrator’s mind, stitched with Barzai’s stolen secrets and truths not meant for mortals. Something ancient has awakened. And it remembers.

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Tonight we return to the shadowed streets of London for a chilling tale from returning guest author Dylan Altoft, creator of The Beast Born series.

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The town was changing — quietly, terribly — and no one seemed to notice. A new manager had arrived, and with him came rules older than reason and silence thicker than the fog.

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And so, my darlings… we arrive at the end.

The final vault has opened, and The Call of Cthulhu resounds through the Archive — the story that began it all, now whispered in full. This Anniversary Edition Finale is more than a reading — it is a remembrance. Every listener who joined us during the 31 Nights of Lovecraft has been woven into this ritual, their names carried through the waves and bound into the myth itself. You are part o...

Tonight we slow the ritual. On this thirtieth night of Lovecraft, I wanted to do something gentler — a lo-fi reading of one of Lovecraft’s early tales, paired with a little ramble about life, movies, and the chaos of crafting (which… went exactly as well as you’d imagine).

It’s quiet. Imperfect. Personal.

The kind of night where you can just listen, breathe, and be part of the warmth that’s grown here this month.

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This whispered gothic ballad of love and betrayal was inspired by a single passing line in The Rats in the Walls — the brief mention of Lady Mary de la Poer, whose death was sealed in silence, her story buried by time and blessed by trembling hands. Written by yours truly.

From that single whisper of history, this three-part tragedy was born — a lament carried through generations, and a song the stones of Exham Priory might stil...

Tonight we unseal the twenty-eighth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with one of his most chilling and enduring tales — The Rats in the Walls.

In this story, a man returns to his ancestral home, Exham Priory — a place whispered about for centuries and long left to decay. But the walls remember, and the blood remembers, and soon the rats begin to stir in the dark…

It’s a descent through heritage and horror — a story of madn...

Tonight, the Vault opens not to story, but to stillness.

As my voice fades in this final stretch of our journey, I wanted to share something softer — a moment of quiet connection between dreamer and dream.

The Archivist’s Whisper is a Lovecraft-inspired affirmation ritual — a gentle descent into calm, wonder, and cosmic belonging. It’s a reminder that even in the vastness of the unknown, there is beauty, warmth, and a place for you.

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Tonight we unseal the twenty-sixth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Descendant — a story of ancestral memory, forbidden knowledge, and the price of remembering what the soul was meant to forget.

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Tonight we turn the lantern inward with two of Lovecraft’s earliest poems — Despair and Nemesis.

Each reveals the young author’s fascination with lost civilizations, cosmic loneliness, and the haunting beauty of ruin. There are no monsters here — only memory, decay, and the slow turning of the stars.

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