Since moving into a Brooklyn Heights apartment occupied by author H.P. Lovecraft in the '20s, a pair of roommates have been having some weird experiences. A picture "mysteriously leaped off" the wall, the hammer used to hang the picture disappeared, a Ouija board seance really freaked everybody out, and a humming noise has gone unexplained. One of the tenants, Nellie Kurtzman (daughter of famous Mad Magazine founding editor Harvey Kurtzman), tells the Post she doesn't believe in ghosts, but she concedes that the apartment, which Lovecraft described as "something unwholesome, something furtive, something vast lying subterraneanly in obnoxious slumber" in his story "The Horror at Red Hook," is weird. Or maybe Lovecraft is just pissed about having "two Jews living here."




time to call those ghost hunters that go by T.A.P.S.
HP Lovecraft = Michael Phelps?
"something unwholesome, something furtive, something vast lying subterraneanly in obnoxious slumber"
Oh that. It's just Dick Cheney our vice president.
So they hung a picture shittily, they lost a hammer, and something makes a humming noise and now the place is supposed to be haunted? Seems like ghosts would be able to do a lot better than that.
haha, Nick, I thought the same thing.
Scammers trying to increase their real estate? Maybe HP Lovecraft is helping boost the PR for their crap ass real estate. Or maybe they are on crack? I doubt HP Lovecraft is busy haunting people in RedHook when he'd clearly be doing that in Providence, RI.
Just repeat this phase every night before retiring and everything will be fine:
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
Oh, and don't eat or cook any calamari within the premises. Ever.
Since in real life Lovecraft scoffed at ghosts, parapsychological phenomena and even religion...it'd be ironic if he was a ghost himself.
I agree with HPL -- ghosks is the bunk.
Lovecraft, BTW, *despised* Brooklyn -- being from an old-line New England family, racism was deeply embedded in his psyche and he was quite uncomfortable with the diversity. Brooklyn Heights, also, was not the upscale locale it is now in the 1920s.
www.forgotten-ny.com
A face only a mother could love.
These guys have it all wrong, the ghosty shit is H.P.Lovecraft's roomate, H.R.Pufnstuf.
This guy looks like a cross between John Kerry and John Turturro.