The Dunwich Horror

Ah, the sweet singing of whip-poor-wills. Surely one of the most innocent, purest birdsongs one can know, plaintive and perfect in the clear morning light. Unless, of course, you happen to live near the decayed New England village of Dunwich. Unless, of course, you have seen the mad fires blazing from the ancient stone circles atop Sentinal Mountain. Unless, of course, you remember the horrible events of seventy years ago and happen to be familiar with the name, "Whatley."