Walter Harvey went into the old graveyard near the battered ruins of the old church. Upon opening the door to the Harvey family vault, Walter was overcome by the smell of his grandma, who had arisen with ichor dripping, from her niche. His eyes went blurred with tears as he realized the blasphemous truth of the legend behind his grandfather's disappearance. He stepped backwards, stumbling over the gelatinously obdurate form of a cultist gravedigger whose body had only partially been eaten away by fetid, suppurating mouths.
A grotesquely familiar feeling filled Walter: non-Euclidean panic. It is not within man's understanding to fathom the abysmal depths of stygian night that shriek and howl with relentless taunting from the stars. With a scream and legs flailing, Walter removed his trusty service revolver from his jacket and with a trembling finger he pulled back the trigger and emptied the revolver into his grandmother's rotting, cadaverously ashen acolyte, who had appeared arisen from under a slab covering his Grandmother's tomb. The fleshy, pustular form of the remains of his squamous, foetid relative opened wide her saurian orifice, reciting "Ph'nglui Mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh Wgah'nagl Fhtagn". At the sound of the last intonation, a solemn resolve settled over young Walter as he gritted his teeth and raised his gaze to meet that of his Grandmother's.
"I immediately recognized a soul jarring similarity between those protrusive eyes of hers, the eyes of the abominable gargoyle that lurked abysmally within the shadows of hewn basalt cyclopean masonary that darkens, and the face he shaved obsessively until spurting pus this morning!" How his mother shaved her legs with the discarded razor blades of the dark man that used to visit her during a gibbous moon, he'd never learnt.
These, my words must never be forgotten. I swear on my forefathers that this accursed family of mine will be destroyed by any means even if I have to summon my uncle, Wizard Noah Whateley. He of Dunwich fame, possesses the knowledge of forgotten aeons, passed down through unhallowed aeons and if I fail, the Deep Ones with which he most blasphemously consorted will reclaim, what the fungal troglodytes had filched out of the bowels of the sea, where the degenerate batrachian, bescaled amphibians' priapic terpsichorean cavortings made a dictionary where all these confounded words could be easily explained.
Walter gently reminisced, separated, now, by responsibility to humanity and his loved hard learnt philosophies, Innsmouth warm beaches