The Dunwich Library Horror

"The shelves were stacked with leathery tomes of arcane lore, each filled with the treacherous machinations of vilest sorcery, the noisome incantations and abominated formulae amassed across the chasm of the aeons by the evil servants of Cthulhu. Then, among all these poisonous volumes, my eyes fell on the book that glaciated the innermost core of my very being: it was a perfectly preserved copy of Wormius’ Latin translation of the dreaded Necronomicon, the work of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred. The very sight of the cursed book filled me with a remorse from which I would never be redeemed. It was two weeks overdue!"