Dreams from the Witch House: Female Voices of Lovecraftian Horror

by Lynne Jamneck

at home, she'd been made to feel there was something wrong with her that justly provoked impatience in others.

she'd liked to take orders from her mother and older sisters because it was a way of pleasing them. A way of being loved.

God, give me strength not to approach him again. God, give me pride.

“I’m sleeping more, not better. I’m sleeping more, so I see more of Hell than before. Please, don’t ever confuse more with better. Please don’t do that.”

Don’t look. Don’t look, and you won’t see. Don’t look, and they won’t see you.