Festival
“Mine were an old people, and were old even when this land was settled. And now they were scattered, and shared only the rituals of mysteries that none living could understand. I was the only one who came back that night to the old town as legend bade, for only the poor and the lonely remember.” -H.P. Lovecraft, “The Festival” *** I never knew what led my parents to cut themselves off from the rest of our family, but for my entire life prior to the events I’m about to disclose I knew nothing of them. On the few occasions I broached the topic both my mother and father said nothing, which suggested to me some particularly painful secret for which the only salve was silence. They would have had me believe that the three …