The Festival

The narrator remembered an age-old tradition of his forefathers, a once-a-century Yule celebration and had decided to honour that family tradition. What followed was a night of increasingly strange and disturbing scenes.

The narrative is in his usual eerie prose. This one seems to be early Cthulhu, and probably one of his earlier mentions of the Necronomicon. I can't help thinking of the Nameless City, as they share certain similarities, but this one is better and more fleshed out, both in terms of the narrator as well as the imagery it's trying to convey.