Hello my darling… 💗✨ This is a very soft, very casual little desk tour and ramble — nothing fancy, nothing overly ASMR, just me chatting with you about my recording setup, my little routine, and how I put together the videos you see on the channel. Sometimes it’s nice to share a quieter, honest moment behind the scenes. So come sit with me for a bit, breathe with me, and peek at the tiny space where all the stories, dreams, and whispers are made. 💕 If you enjoy these laid-back videos, let me know — I love making cozy things for you. Thank you for being here, always 🌙 ✨Become a Member here on YT or Patreon: http://tomebytomeasmr.com#asmrramble #desktour #asmrdesktour

12m

Dec 03

Tonight’s story comes from Alex G Blume, the haunting voice behind @DisturbedLore — a returning guest author and friend whose writing always feels like a dream slowly unraveling. In the park, everything looks ordinary — sunlight, laughter, children at play. But for the narrator, peace is impossible. There’s blood on their hand, and it won’t come off. As paranoia builds and reality unravels, a trip to the corner fast-food restroom becomes a descent into guilt, delusion, and the terrifying possibility that they are not imagining the crime at all. A sharp, spiraling tale of obsession and consequence — one thought away from madness. 🖤 Thank you, Alex, for trusting me to whisper your worlds again. You can find Alex at https://www.youtube.com/@DisturbedLore , and read more of his work here: https://a.co/d/f09vYPj 🎧 A soft outdoor crowd ambiance has been added to add to the unreality of the narrator's spiral. #ASMR #HorrorASMR #TomeByTomeASMR #DisturbedLore #AlexBlume #CreepyPasta

12m

Nov 12

🕯️ A simple, quiet reading tonight — filmed while I rest through a migraine. No performance, no polish. Just my hands, the turning of pages (more breathing than I would prefer) and the rhythm of Nethescurial by Thomas Ligotti. There are small mistakes here and there, and the pacing drifts — slower in places, faster in others — the way reading feels when your mind is fogged and your body just wants stillness. But I think that fits the story, in its own way. 🎧 Listen in lofi, drift in the hush, and let the unease of Ligotti’s words do the rest. Thank you for keeping me company, even on the quiet nights. 🖤 #ASMR #LofiReading #Ligotti #HorrorASMR #Nethescurial✨Visit my website to find my socials and explore all Hunt for the Elder God Cthulhu Lore: http://tomebytomeasmr.comThis is your soft spoken sanctuary for sleep, comfort, and calm. Through gentle whispers, atmospheric sounds, and classic storytelling, I create a nurturing space to ease anxiety, insomnia, and emotional overwhelm ❤️This channel is for you, my darling. I’ve walked through depression myself, and I promise to show up consistently with stories that soothe and connect. All stories in the public domain are welcome.

1h 0m

Nov 12

Our narrator and the crew of The Dreadful, marked by blood and bound to a screaming scroll of unknown origin, sail into a quickly unraveling world. As mysteries begin to emerge, dreams of Leng—alien, forbidden—begin to claw through the narrator’s mind, stitched with Barzai’s stolen secrets and truths not meant for mortals. Something ancient has awakened. And it remembers. Explore the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com 💫Claim your lockscreen 🕯️Join the Lorekeepers and shape the outcome of the story ----------------------------------------------------This is your soft spoken sanctuary for sleep, comfort, and calm. Through gentle whispers, atmospheric sounds, and classic storytelling, I create a nurturing space to ease anxiety, insomnia, and emotional overwhelm ❤️This channel is for you, my darling. I’ve walked through depression myself, and I promise to show up consistently with stories that soothe and connect. All stories in the public domain are welcome.🎧 Listen with headphones for the best experience -Artwork and video produced using Canva Business, Movavi, Chatgpt, and Motionleap. Story written, produced, and voiced by yours Truly, Pam Breshears

53m

Nov 08

Tonight we return to the shadowed streets of London for a chilling tale from returning guest author Dylan Altoft, creator of The Beast Born series. 🎧 About the Author Dylan Altoft is the author of The Beast Born and The Werewolf Saga — dark, thrilling tales of supernatural conflict, loyalty, and the cost of power. You can find more of the saga on Amazon: ⁠⁠https://t.co/yLYt5U7bb3⁠⁠ https://t.co/yLYt5U7bb3 Join Dylan on X: ⁠⁠https://x.com/AuthorAltoft⁠⁠ https://x.com/AuthorAltoft 🩸 Hell’s Hunter (The Werewolf Saga, Book 4) plunges us into a world where werewolves, vampires, and monsters walk among the living — and one of history’s most infamous killers has returned to hunt again. As Jack the Ripper’s bloody trail spreads through the city, elite werewolf Arthur Thorn and his allies, Drake Borne and Gwence Lighter, are sent to hunt him down. But in a city ruled by vampires and haunted by shadows, survival may demand more than claws and courage. Explore the Archive: ⁠⁠http://tomebytomeasmr.com⁠⁠ http://tomebytomeasmr.com 💫Claim your lockscreen 🕯️Join the Lorekeepers #DylanAltoft #Hellshunter #WerewolfSaga #JackTheRipper #LigottiandtheLorekeepers

32m

Nov 06

The town was changing — quietly, terribly — and no one seemed to notice. A new manager had arrived, and with him came rules older than reason and silence thicker than the fog. 🕯️ Download a custom LOCKSCREEN FOR EVERY STORY — a small piece of the dream to carry with you between worlds: http://tomebytomeasmr.comStep softly into Ligotti’s world, where dread wears a polite smile and the ordinary rots from the inside out. Read in soft spoken and whispered tone with reverence for the strange, the surreal, and the quietly monstrous.------------------------------------------------------🕯️ Next in the Archive:• Dylan Altoft — our exciting guest author, featuring Hell's Hunter🐺• The Hunt for the Elder God Cthulhu — Chapter III arrives 🌊------------------------------------------------------💀 Part of Ligotti and the Lorekeepers Month~Soft Spoken ASMR of existential horror, divine absurdity, and the soft collapse of meaning.#ThomasLigotti #ASMR #ASMRHorror #WhisperedHorror

48m

Nov 05

And so, my darlings… we arrive at the end. The final vault has opened, and The Call of Cthulhu resounds through the Archive — the story that began it all, now whispered in full. This Anniversary Edition Finale is more than a reading — it is a remembrance. Every listener who joined us during the 31 Nights of Lovecraft has been woven into this ritual, their names carried through the waves and bound into the myth itself. You are part of the story now🕯️ 📜 Find Your Year Within the Voyage 0:00 Introduction 🕯️ _______________________________________________ 🍂Part I – The Horror in Clay (2:00) The beginning of the Archive, when the first voices stirred. 2018 – The First Echoes When silence broke, the first voices stirred. You were the first to believe. 2019 – The Mistbound Crew Through fog and foam, the crew gathered. You are the backbone of our journey. 2020 – The Labyrinthine Order In corridors without end, their vows carved paths through the dark. You will never be lost. 2021 – The Oathsworn When shadows pressed, they held their vow. You gave us courage. _______________________________________________ 🛡️ Part II – The Tale of Inspector Legrasse (32:33) The Archive deepens. The circle widens. The sentinels watch. 2022 – The Aegis Circle The circle formed, a shield of memory. You are safe. You are loved. 2023 – The Voidbound Sentinels At the edge of silence they stood. You are the lantern at the edge. _______________________________________________ 🦑 Part III – The Madness from the Sea (1:21:18) The sea rises. The deep remembers every soul who dared to dream. 2024 – The Leviathan’s Wake The tide brought them, drawn by something vast and ancient. You are part of the deep. 2025 – The Eyes of Eternity As the veil thinned, they arrived. You are the eternal watchers. 2:03:00 End Credits & Thank You 💛 Each name, each echo, each flame — given its own moment in the tide. _______________________________________________ 🗝️ Within the Archive 🔹 Explore your Sentinel Archetype and claim your custom lockscreen sigil: 👉 https://tomebytomeasmr.com/sentinel-archetypes 🔹 Enter the Vault of Distinction and see who was honored this cycle: 👉 https://tomebytomeasmr.com/vault-of-distinction 🔹 Read or listen to the Lovecraft Liturgy, our new collection of original works: 👉 https://tomebytomeasmr.com/the-lovecraft-liturgy-💀 💛 If your name wasn’t included this time — whether due to private subscriptions or my oversight — please don’t worry, my darling. November is our Anniversary Month, and I’ll be finding a special way to include everyone then. Thank you for seven years of whispers, wonder, and courage. You are seen. You are loved. You are eternal. — Your Keeper of Whispers 🎧 Ambience: stormy seas, rain, thunder, and the distant call of the deep. 📜 Text: H.P. Lovecraft (1928) 🎙️ Narration, editing, and design: Pam Breshears | Tome by Tome ASMR; using Canva Business, Movavi, Chatgpt, and MotionLeap

2h 4m

Nov 01

Tonight we slow the ritual. On this thirtieth night of Lovecraft, I wanted to do something gentler — a lo-fi reading of one of Lovecraft’s early tales, paired with a little ramble about life, movies, and the chaos of crafting (which… went exactly as well as you’d imagine). It’s quiet. Imperfect. Personal. The kind of night where you can just listen, breathe, and be part of the warmth that’s grown here this month. ✨ GIVEAWAY: Leave a 💛 or 😊 in the comments to enter! I made a tiny handmade craft (my first ever!) as a token of thanks — it’s not perfect, but it’s made with love and, as you'll see, a whole lot of inexperience. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com Where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Enter you short story to be read during November's Anniversary Month 💀 Prepare for the Call of Cthulhu finale tomorrow ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 Thank you for being here through every night of this journey. Just one more vault remains to be unsealed. Goodnight, my darling — and I hope you have very sweet and creepy dreams 🕯️

34m

Oct 30

This whispered gothic ballad of love and betrayal was inspired by a single passing line in The Rats in the Walls — the brief mention of Lady Mary de la Poer, whose death was sealed in silence, her story buried by time and blessed by trembling hands. Written by yours truly. From that single whisper of history, this three-part tragedy was born — a lament carried through generations, and a song the stones of Exham Priory might still remember. 🎧 Timestamps: 1:10 — Part I: The Vow — A union sealed in faith and shadow. 4:28 — Part II: The Night of Blood — A love betrayed beneath the storm. 8:24 — Part III: The Confession — A prayer that becomes a curse. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 🎼 Ambience: rain, thunder, and the hum of the voice — whispered like a confession through time. Best enjoyed in the dark, with candlelight and stillness 🕯️ Thank you, my darlings, for following this thread of tragedy through the haunted bloodline of the de la Poers. And thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

12m

Oct 30

Tonight we unseal the twenty-eighth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with one of his most chilling and enduring tales — The Rats in the Walls. In this story, a man returns to his ancestral home, Exham Priory — a place whispered about for centuries and long left to decay. But the walls remember, and the blood remembers, and soon the rats begin to stir in the dark… It’s a descent through heritage and horror — a story of madness, memory, and the hunger that hides beneath civilization’s skin. Written in 1923, this tale remains one of Lovecraft’s most haunting reflections on ancestry, guilt, and the inescapable weight of blood. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 🎧 Ambience: dripping rain on a tin roof, a light rolling thunder, and the light hum of the void. Thank you, my darlings, for walking this long, shadowed road with me. The finale approaches — and the sea is beginning to call 🌊 Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

1h 14m

Oct 29

Tonight, the Vault opens not to story, but to stillness. As my voice fades in this final stretch of our journey, I wanted to share something softer — a moment of quiet connection between dreamer and dream. The Archivist’s Whisper is a Lovecraft-inspired affirmation ritual — a gentle descent into calm, wonder, and cosmic belonging. It’s a reminder that even in the vastness of the unknown, there is beauty, warmth, and a place for you. We’re nearing the end of our 31 Nights of Lovecraft — only a few vaults remain before our Call of Cthulhu: Anniversary Edition finale. Thank you for traveling so far with me, through every whisper, every storm, every haunted page. Your presence keeps the lantern lit, even on quiet nights like this one. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 🎧 Ambience: soft rainfall and the hum of the void — made to be played as you rest, read, or drift between worlds. Thank you, my darling, for listening so tenderly through this entire month of dreams and dread. Rest well tonight — the finale approaches, and the sea is beginning to stir 🌊 Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

6m

Oct 28

Tonight we unseal the twenty-sixth vault in our with THE DESCENDANT — a story of ancestral memory, forbidden knowledge, and the price of remembering what the soul was meant to forget. 🔮 ENTER THE ARCHIVE: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home:🗝️ Claim your LOVECRAFT ADVENT CALENDAR LOCKSCREEN💀 Ensure your name appears in NOVEMBER’S CALL OF CTHULHU TRIBUTE📜 Submit your ORIGINAL HORROR TALE for the Anniversary Readings❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 Written around 1927 and left unfinished, bridges Lovecraft’s worlds of myth and melancholy. A weary nobleman confides in a curious scholar, revealing that his lineage stretches back to an age before human history — to a time when cities dreamed beneath alien skies. It is a story of heritage and horror, where the past is not gone but waiting. The ambiance for tonight is simple: a cozy crackling fireplace, to carry you through London’s twilight and into the shadows of forgotten kingdoms. Thank you, my darlings, for continuing this journey with me — we are nearing the end of our descent, and I’m endlessly grateful to share these nights with you. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

16m

Oct 26

Tonight we turn the lantern inward with two of Lovecraft’s earliest poems — Despair and Nemesis. Each reveals the young author’s fascination with lost civilizations, cosmic loneliness, and the haunting beauty of ruin. There are no monsters here — only memory, decay, and the slow turning of the stars. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 The ambiance for this night is simple — the soft crackle of a fireplace, steady and warm, to accompany Lovecraft’s melancholy verse. 🕯️ Timestamps: 0:00 – Despair 4:40 – Nemesis Thank you, my darlings, for traveling so far with me through these thirty-one nights. Even in silence, your presence keeps the fire alive. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

11m

Oct 26

Tonight, the Vault opens to something a little different — a moment of peace along our journey. 🎧 The Journey: 0:00 – The Train to Dunwich (Rain & Rails) 25:00 – The Lighthouse in the Storm (Ocean & Thunder) 50:00 – Return to the Hearth (Fireplace & Rain) This is your space to travel and to rest — from Dunwich to the hearth. The Train to Dunwich is a seventy-five minute Lovecraftian Pomodoro — a quiet ritual for focus, reflection, or travel through dream and imagination. Whether you use it to study, read, write, or simply drift, this soundscape carries you from rain-soaked rails through the roaring sea and finally home to the crackling hearth. Let it be your companion in the hours between stories — a breath, a pause, a journey of its own. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you, my darlings. 🖤 We’ve been on this journey together since the first night of Lovecraft, and your kindness, patience, and presence keep the Archive alive. Thank you for being here — for traveling beside me through story, sound, and dream. Thank you, as always, for listening in the dark with me 🕯️

1h 5m

Oct 26

🎧The ambiance for this reading includes the gentle tick of a clock, the whisper of a pen upon paper, and the steady warmth of a crackling fire. Tonight we unseal the twenty-third vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Horror in the Museum — a tale of wax and worship, where art and atrocity blur beneath the dim lights of an underground exhibit. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 First published in Weird Tales in July 1933, The Horror in the Museum was ghostwritten by Lovecraft for Hazel Heald, combining her grisly imagination with his cosmic unease. Together, they created one of his most disturbingly tactile stories — a descent into waxen artistry so lifelike it feels alive. When a curious art enthusiast visits Rogers’ Museum in Southwark Street, he discovers more than mere effigies behind glass — there are shapes that breathe, eyes that glisten too naturally, and whispers of a grotesque god from older worlds. In the still air of that subterranean gallery, creation itself becomes worship… and the sculptor’s devotion demands sacrifice. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

1h 48m

Oct 24

Tonight we unseal the twenty-second vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with Till A’ the Seas — a rare, sorrowful vision of the far future, where the oceans have dried, the stars have dimmed, and humanity itself flickers like the last candle in the dark. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 First published in The Vagrant in 1935, this haunting collaboration with R. H. Barlow trades cosmic monsters for a slower, more human apocalypse. It is a meditation on extinction and endurance — the quiet horror of watching the world end not with violence, but with thirst. Here, the mythos feels tender and merciless at once: no cults, no gods, only the long patience of time…and the echo of our species fading into dust. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

35m

Oct 23

Tonight we unseal the twenty-first vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Horror at Martin’s Beach — a tale of the sea, of strange depths, and of what answers when mortals dare to summon what should not rise. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 First published in Weird Tales in November 1923, The Horror at Martin’s Beach was co-written with Sonia H. Greene, Lovecraft’s wife at the time. Together, they crafted a story that blends maritime mystery with cosmic despair — a haunting echo of the deep that foreshadows The Call of Cthulhu itself. It begins with the capture of a monstrous sea creature… and ends with an entire town drawn helplessly toward the waves. Was it curiosity? Or the pull of something older — something waiting just beyond the tide? The Horror at Martin’s Beach is a reminder that the ocean keeps its own gods… and sometimes, it calls them home. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

25m

Oct 21

Tonight we unseal the twentieth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Dreams in the Witch House — one of the most requested stories I’ve ever had the honor to whisper. For years, listeners have asked when we would finally cross these crooked thresholds… and tonight, we do. 🔮 Enter the Archive: http://tomebytomeasmr.com — where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu Tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll — verified October 30, 2025 First published in Weird Tales in July 1933, The Dreams in the Witch House caused a quiet stir among readers and critics alike. Lovecraft’s daring blend of witchcraft, mathematics, and interdimensional physics felt unsettlingly ahead of its time — some called it visionary, others called it heresy. In this tale, a gifted student of Miskatonic University discovers that geometry can be a doorway, and that the lines between science and sorcery are perilously thin. Within the warped angles of his rented room, he awakens something that was never meant to be mapped. A fever dream of numbers and nightmares, The Dreams in the Witch House remains one of Lovecraft’s strangest and most debated stories — proof that even the laws of space can tremble under a witch’s hand. (Please forgive my stuffy voice — the chill and endless rain have kept me a bit under the weather this week. Thank you for listening so kindly through the storms 🖤) Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🕯️

2h 24m

Oct 21

Please forgive my stuffy voice tonight — I’ve been quite sick lately as the temperature drops and the rain hasn’t stopped for days. Thank you for listening so kindly through the storms 🖤 Tonight we unseal the nineteenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Very Old Folk — a tale whispered from Rome’s oldest shadows, where ancient rites still breathe beneath the mountain soil. 🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 In The Very Old Folk (1918), an ancient letter recounts a Roman officer’s nightmare—visions of unspeakable rites performed by a people too old for history to remember. It is a story of memory and contagion, where dream bleeds into prophecy and the past refuses to stay buried. A fragmentary tale, yes—but one that hums with cosmic dread. Because the oldest gods were never forgotten. They were merely waiting. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

26m

Oct 20

Tonight we unseal the eighteenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Hoard of the Wizard-Beast — a forgotten collaboration unearthed from the darker corners of the mythos, where greed, sorcery, and ancient hunger intertwine. 🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 In The Hoard of the Wizard-Beast, a doomed expedition seeks a monstrous treasure buried in the earth’s oldest shadows. What they find is no mere relic, but a living curse — one that guards its own legend with teeth and time. First published posthumously, this tale feels like an unearthed relic itself: part pulp adventure, part cosmic parable about the price of obsession.Even the bravest treasure hunters must eventually learn — some riches remember who touched them. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

23m

Oct 19

Tonight, two shadows cross the veil with a double feature—one from the waking world, one from the dreaming. We unseal the seventeenth vault with The Terrible Old Man and What the Moon Brings (starts at 12:04)—tales that mirror each other across sea and sleep. In both, curiosity becomes a curse, and what seems harmless in daylight reveals its true shape under the moon. 🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 In The Terrible Old Man (1920), greed drives three men to plunder the home of an ancient hermit whose power is older—and darker—than they imagine. Then, in What the Moon Brings (1919), a dreamer wanders into a moonlit garden only to glimpse the shifting boundaries between beauty and decay. Together, these stories whisper the same truth: some doors open themselves when the moon is high. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

19m

Oct 18

Tonight we unseal the sixteenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with From Beyond — a tale with unseen shapes, psychic thresholds, and a revelation too grotesque for the waking eye. 🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 In From Beyond, a deranged scientist unveils a device that activates dormant senses—allowing the human mind to perceive realities normally hidden. What begins as a scientific breakthrough quickly spirals into horror, as the narrator witnesses grotesque entities lurking just beyond the visible spectrum. Written in 1920, this short tale is one of Lovecraft’s most iconic explorations of forbidden knowledge and sensory overload. It’s not the cosmos that terrifies here—it’s the idea that our world is already infested with horrors we simply cannot see. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

31m

Oct 17

Tonight we unseal the fifteenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Loved Dead—a tale so macabre it was nearly buried by the publishers themselves. The fog hangs heavy over the graveyard, and the hunger is not for life, but for what lingers after. The town is quiet, but the obsession is not. It stirs with midnight visits, whispered confessions, and a descent too twisted for daylight.🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home:🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025In The Loved Dead, a narrator haunted by morbid desires descends into obsession and madness, drawn to the dead with a compulsion he cannot resist. Set in a fog-drenched New England town, the story unfolds as a confessional spiral—each graveyard visit more disturbing than the last, each encounter more grotesque.Co-written with C.M. Eddy Jr., this is widely considered one of Lovecraft’s most graphic and twisted tales. Its themes of necrophilia and psychological decay pushed the boundaries of pulp horror, even prompting some publications to reject it for its content. Though not part of the mythos, it lingers as a dark echo in Lovecraft’s legacy—a tale where dread is not cosmic, but deeply, viscerally human.Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

39m

Oct 16

Tonight we unseal the fourteenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with —not a story, but a dream. Lovecraft wrote it as a letter in 1927, describing a nightmare so vivid it clawed its way into fiction. 🔮 Enter the Archive at ⁠⁠http://tomebytomeasmr.com⁠⁠ http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 In The Thing in the Moonlight, a dreamer named Howard Phillips finds himself trapped in a surreal nightmare—a reedy, fetid marsh beneath a gray autumn sky, haunted by a yellow tram car and two monstrous figures. One howls at the moon with a face like a white cone ending in a blood-red tentacle; the other drops to all fours and charges like a beast. Though he knows he’s dreaming, Phillips cannot wake. Each night, he returns to the same scene, fleeing the grotesque motorman and conductor, always alerting them, always running, and always asking: “God! When will I awaken?” This eerie tale wasn’t originally written as a story—it was born from a vivid dream Lovecraft described in a 1927 letter to fellow writer Donald Wandrei. Years later, J. Chapman Miske discovered the letter and transformed it into a short story, adding only a few paragraphs to frame Lovecraft’s dream narrative. Published posthumously in Bizarre magazine in 1941, it’s a rare glimpse into Lovecraft’s subconscious—a raw, unfiltered nightmare that bypasses plot and logic to deliver pure, surreal dread. It’s one of the few stories where Lovecraft himself is the dreamer, blurring the line between author and apparition. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

8m

Oct 15

Comedy’s a rare trail for me to ride, and this one had more twists than a mountain switchback! I gave it my best shot with all the theatrical flair I could muster - hopefully it at least brings a smile to your face. Tonight we unseal the thirteenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with Sweet Ermengarde—where the farmhouse creaks with romance, villainy, and melodrama so thick you could ladle it. The fields are quiet, but the hearts are not. They throb with sighs, schemes, and declarations too dramatic for daylight. 🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 ASMR soft-spoken reading of Sweet Ermengarde by HP Lovecraft, featuring cozy saloon ambiance with a crackling fire. Written under the playful pseudonym Percy Simple, Sweet Ermengarde is Lovecraft in rare form—trading cosmic dread for rustic melodrama. The story follows the radiant Ermengarde Stubbs, a farm girl caught between villainous Squire Hardman and bashful Jack Manly, as mortgages, mistaken identities, and theatrical declarations swirl around her like prairie dust.Lovecraft parodies the sentimental fiction of his time with exaggerated emotion, absurd twists, and characters so dramatic they practically faint on cue. Beneath the satire lies a clever ritual: a writer exorcising genre clichés with a wink and a flourish. Published posthumously in 1943, this tale is a rare glimpse into Lovecraft’s comedic side—a theatrical romp through rural romance, perfect for a night of soft laughter and warm storytelling. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

26m

Oct 14

Tonight we unseal the twelfth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Unnamable — where a crumbling house in Arkham becomes the mouth of something memory cannot name. Two men speak of logic and legend beneath a tombstone’s shadow, but the night listens differently. The town sleeps, but the attic does not. It stirs with shifting limbs and forgotten shapes, and beneath the floorboards, something unspoken begins to rise. 🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 ASMR soft-spoken reading of The Unnamable by HP Lovecraft, featuring a light wind as background ambiance. Set in the haunted town of Arkham, The Unnamable follows Randolph Carter, a weird fiction writer, and his rationalist friend Joel Manton as they debate the nature of supernatural horror while sitting atop a weathered tomb near a crumbling house. Carter insists that some entities are so alien, so ancient, they defy description — hence, “unnamable.” Manton scoffs, grounded in logic and the limits of the senses. But as night deepens, something stirs. What begins as a philosophical conversation turns into a visceral nightmare when the two are attacked by a formless, gelatinous presence—something with horns, hooves, and a thousand shifting shapes. They awaken in a hospital, bruised and bloodied, bearing marks no rational explanation can erase.Written in 1923 and published in Weird Tales in 1925, this story is both a meta-commentary on Lovecraft’s own writing style and a chilling assertion that some horrors are not meant to be named—only endured. It’s a compact, cerebral tale that blends folklore, theology, and the limits of language into a single, unforgettable encounter. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

30m

Oct 13

Tonight we unseal the twelfth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Unnamable — where a crumbling house in Arkham becomes the mouth of something memory cannot name. Two men speak of logic and legend beneath a tombstone’s shadow, but the night listens differently. The town sleeps, but the attic does not. It stirs with shifting limbs and forgotten shapes, and beneath the floorboards, something unspoken begins to rise.🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home:🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025ASMR soft-spoken reading of The Unnamable by HP Lovecraft, featuring a light wind as background ambiance. Set in the haunted town of Arkham, The Unnamable follows Randolph Carter, a weird fiction writer, and his rationalist friend Joel Manton as they debate the nature of supernatural horror while sitting atop a weathered tomb near a crumbling house. Carter insists that some entities are so alien, so ancient, they defy description — hence, “unnamable.” Manton scoffs, grounded in logic and the limits of the senses. But as night deepens, something stirs. What begins as a philosophical conversation turns into a visceral nightmare when the two are attacked by a formless, gelatinous presence—something with horns, hooves, and a thousand shifting shapes. They awaken in a hospital, bruised and bloodied, bearing marks no rational explanation can erase.Written in 1923 and published in Weird Tales in 1925, this story is both a meta-commentary on Lovecraft’s own writing style and a chilling assertion that some horrors are not meant to be named—only endured. It’s a compact, cerebral tale that blends folklore, theology, and the limits of language into a single, unforgettable encounter.Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

33m

Oct 13

Tonight we unseal the eleventh vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Moon-Bog — where a drained marsh becomes a grave disturbed, and blind ambition stirs something best left buried. Kilderry sleeps, but the bog does not. It hums with ancestral grief, and beneath its surface, the dead begin to move. 🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 ASMR soft-spoken reading of The Moon-Bog by HP Lovecraft, featuring a rich swamp ambiance in the background. Lovecraft wrote The Moon-Bog in 1921 as a theatrical “after-supper shocker” for a St. Patrick’s Day gathering, infusing it with Irish legend and personal symbolism. Beneath its surface lies a reflection of Lovecraft’s own grief over lost heritage and the desecration of sacred places—mirroring his boyhood haunt, Cat Swamp, which was drained and developed against his wishes. This story is one of Lovecraft’s most conventionally supernatural works, where the horror is not cosmic but folkloric. It’s a warning: some places are meant to remain untouched, and some silences are not meant to be broken. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

33m

Oct 12

Tonight we unseal the tenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Evil Clergyman—where a single forbidden room holds more than dust and memory. The house is quiet now, but once, it echoed with footsteps not quite human, and shadows that recoiled from the light. 🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home: 🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen 💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute 📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings ❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025 ASMR soft-spoken reading of The Evil Clergyman by HP Lovecraft, featuring a warm crackling fireplace to keep you cozy as ambiance. In a shadowed attic filled with arcane relics, the narrator is warned: touch nothing. But curiosity stirs, and one object—a strange book—draws him in. The moment he opens it, the room shifts. Time fractures. And a spectral figure appears: a gaunt, malevolent clergyman whose presence warps reality itself. What follows is not a haunting, but a dimensional trespass, where the narrator glimpses a world beyond sanity—a place where knowledge is poison and the past refuses to stay buried. The Evil Clergyman was written in 1933 as part of a letter to Lovecraft’s friend Bernard Austin Dwyer, recounting a vivid dream. It was never formally shaped into a story during Lovecraft’s lifetime, but after his death, the letter was adapted and published in the April 1939 issue of Weird Tales. This tale is a fragment—brief, surreal, and steeped in dread. It reflects Lovecraft’s fascination with forbidden knowledge, haunted relics, and the idea that curiosity is a kind of possession. The attic setting, filled with theological and magical texts, becomes a liminal space where reality bends and identity fractures. Written late in Lovecraft’s life, The Evil Clergyman carries the weight of his mature themes: the fragility of self, the danger of touching what should remain untouched, and the eerie intimacy of supernatural intrusion. It’s not cosmic horror—it’s personal haunting. A quiet, violet-lit descent into the consequences of looking too closely. Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

17m

Oct 11

Tonight we unseal the tenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Shunned House—where a cellar breathes with a hunger older than rot, and the walls whisper of generations devoured in silence. Providence hums with modern haste, yet beneath its streets, something ancient stirs.🔮 Enter the Archive at http://tomebytomeasmr.com, where every ritual leads home:🗝️ Claim your Lovecraft Advent Calendar lockscreen💀 Ensure your name appears in November’s Call of Cthulhu tribute📜 Submit your original horror tale for the Anniversary Readings❤️ Lorekeepers (Patreon & YouTube Members) will be honored in the final roll—verified October 30, 2025ASMR soft-spoken reading of The Shunned House by HP Lovecraft, featuring a light rain on a tin roof as ambiance. The Shunned House was written in October 1924 but remained unpublished until 1937, when it appeared in Weird Tales. At the time of writing, Lovecraft was deep into his Providence mythos, blending local history with cosmic dread. This story marks a turning point—where ancestral decay meets parasitic horror, and the haunted house becomes a feeding ground for something far older than ghosts. It also reflects Lovecraft’s evolving fascination with inherited corruption, buried monstrosity, and the idea that knowledge is not always salvation—but sometimes survival. Written during a period of personal and creative upheaval, The Shunned House stands as a quiet reckoning beneath the clamor of modernity.Thank you for listening in the dark with me 🖤

1h 38m

Oct 10