A museum should be a lonely place at night; scary and lonely if one has an active imagination, and finds himself locked inside at night. But what if the things in the museum began to move, and you are trapped inside? This short story of horror, ghostwritten for Hazel Heald by H. P. Lovecraft and narrated by Mike Vendetti, should not be listened to alone and in the dark.
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The first five minutes of the reading ruined it fir me. I gave up after a string of 9 mispronunciations. As an example, how can anyone read the name 'Necronomicon,' and mangle to into something completely other. It went like that.
The delivery was good enough, but the narrator should have taken the time to check and rehearse the more esoteric words.