In the lost and decrepit village of Dunwich, bizarre things happen. There is especially this weird family living on the edge of the town. The father, the albino daughter and then her son Wilbur, who has extraordinarily rapid growth. The family seems to need a vast amount of cows, and bizarre sounds emerge from their farm. The father dies, the daughter disappears, and Wilbur remains, looking for the Necronomicon, a spell book that can open the door to the “other side”. When he dies, there seems still to be something on the farm that destroys everything when it goes out. A hunting party, with mysterious incantations, will finally kill this monster. Nice and creepy.
“Above the waist it was semi-anthropomorphic; though its chest, where the dog’s rending paws still rested watchfully, had the leathery, reticulated hide of a crocodile or alligator. The back was piebald with yellow and black, and dimly suggested the squamous covering of certain snakes. Below the waist, though, it was the worst; for here all human resemblance left off and sheer phantasy began. The skin was thickly covered with coarse black fur, and from the abdomen a score of long greenish-grey tentacles with red sucking mouths protruded limply. Their arrangement was odd, and seemed to follow the symmetries of some cosmic geometry unknown to earth or the solar system. On each of the hips, deep set in a kind of pinkish, ciliated orbit, was what seemed to be a rudimentary eye; whilst in lieu of a tail there depended a kind of trunk or feeler with purple annular markings, and with many evidences of being an undeveloped mouth or throat. The limbs, save for their black fur, roughly resembled the hind legs of prehistoric earth’s giant saurians; and terminated in ridgy-veined pads that were neither hooves nor claws.”