Circles and pentagrams loomed on every hand, and told indubitably of the strange beliefs and aspirations of those who dwelt so squalidly here. In the cellar, however, the strangest thing was found–a pile of genuine gold ingots covered carelessly with a piece of burlap, and bearing upon their shining surfaces the same weird hieroglyphics which also adorned the walls.

You know what maybe classics aren’t for me. Because the more of them I read the more of them turns out to be disappointing, this is the case at least when it comes to H.P Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. But today we are gathering here to talk about H.P Lovecraft and not about Edgar Allan Poe.

I need to give the plot a few points for being sort of eerie and sinister but com on it wasn’t something you would expect from H.P Lovecraft. I was expecting more horror from it. 

And I gotta be honest here this short story involves all these parts which little Donald J Trump would appreciate which of course are tribal magic, throwing immigrants and New York architecture. But gotta be honest here if I had voting right in the USA I would vote for Donald Trump back in 2016 and 2020. But lets not get into politics because this website is neutral.

This short story was very weak, and it didn’t feel like something written by H.P Lovecraft. And when it comes to the scariness part of this short story than it is important to mention that it doesn’t exist because this short story isn’t scary at all. 

The writing style here was very poor and very uninteresting. In a way it made the short story even worse than it actually was without the help. 

I give this short story 1 / 5