“The sun had set Blood Mountain ablaze with evening light. Long shadows stretched across the landscape of the forest. Ancient and mysterious was this mountain in the twilight. Dwindling shimmers of light illuminated briefly a rugged path that winded further and further up into the vastness of hardwoods and hemlock. Oh, how I shivered and glanced uneasily over my shoulder. Growing fear knocked at my chamber door in the growing quiet of this place. Miles behind me lay the nearest ranger’s outpost—thousands of miles ahead of me lay the expanse of the Appalachian Trail.”–Jeffrey LeBlanc

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“You asked me to explain why I am afraid of a draught of cool air; why I shiver more than others upon entering a cold room, and seem nauseated and repelled when the chill of evening creeps through the heat of a mild autumn day. There are those who say I respond to cold as others do to a bad odour, and I am the last to deny the impression. What I will do is to relate the most horrible circumstance I ever encountered, and leave it to you to judge whether or not this forms a suitable explanation of my peculiarity.”–H. P. Lovecraft