I’ve located R’lyeh. It’s near Baton Rouge.

My brother Rian goes back to Chicago today, but he was here for a week and I showed him ’round a bit. We went to New Orleans and I introduced him to some of my favorite spots in Bywater and Marigny–including brunch at Elizabeth’s, where I had the redneck eggs: Eggs Benedict on fried green tomatoes instead of English muffins.

And yesterday we went to St. Francisville and New Roads. The cemetery of Grace Episcopal Church is one of my favorites, and I’ve been to a LOT of cemeteries in the last few years.


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My brother picked up a brochure in the church that talked about some of the families buried there and some of the more impressive tombs. This was built by Ira Smith to be for his whole family, but after he died and was interred within, his heir threw the key into the Mississippi–THREW, not dropped–and it was never opened again.


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This would be a bad place to live in case of zombie apocalypse.


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A lot of the family plots are gated, and some of them have truly creepy details on them.


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This old tomb at the back of the cemetery was the kicker. There was a giant crack right down the middle; also a huge patch of quickmud right in front of it, even though the rest of the cemetery was fairly dry.


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And when we walked around to the back, THE DOOR WAS HANGING OFF THE HINGES AND THERE WERE STEPS LEADING DOWN INTO THE EARTH.

I’m not a superstitious person but I have read a lot of H.P. Lovecraft, so I took my photo and GTFO.

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