W. H. Pugmire Story up at LovecraftZine.com
A story by a Miskatonic Books favorite W. H. Pugmire titled SOME DISTANT BAYING SOUND can be found for free at the LovecraftZine by clicking the image below.
Here is the first paragraph…the rest you can find by clicking the image above.
Madness rides the star-wind – that chilly disturbance that titters and howls just outside my skull. It is cold and dry, like some cosmic mistral from Southern heaven; and it knows my name, for I hear it chittering again, again, “Christina, Christina.” But I shall not heed it. The revolver is sleek and cold in my mouth. I have only to pull the trigger, and I shall be free of the nightmare that has plagued me since the death of St. John. How can I help but think of him at this hour of my final doom, of his mangled corpse interred by my unholy hands in our neglected garden? Oh, I remember the kiss of moonlight on my liquid eyes as I mumbled over his pit of death one last sad satanic ritual that he had loved in life. The memory of those words comes to me now, with such aching force that I remove the pistol from my mouth and speak, soft and low, the arcane language. Ah, the esoteric words that slip as sighs and weeping from my tongue. How heavy his revolver is in my hand – too heavy. I set it on the floor and touch my fingers to my eyes.