A bit of old Weird Fiction: Architecture: Infernal Machines

Step across the threshold. Darkness is a shroud, re-makes featureless jumblesto monstrous apparitions, but distant light catches the eye, another room in a large, convoluted house, crippled by time and decay.Henley Moore, in his dotage, bought it on a whim, settled in as a concrete foundation into soft dirt…it too, settled into him.

The light beckons, move toward it. The only way to reach the light is to move, and Henley sits within the light, tall, brown and unassuming, cowlicks of grey in hi...