The Beast in the Cave by H.P. Lovecraft
The Beast in the Cave
by H.P. Lovecraft
April 21, 1905 
The horrible conclusion which had been gradually obtruding itself upon my 
confused and reluctant mind was now an awful certainty. I was lost, completely, 
hopelessly lost in the vast and labyrinthine recess of the Mammoth Cave. Turn as 
I might, In no direction could my straining vision seize on any object capable 
of serving as a guidepost to set me on the outward path. That nevermore should I 
behold the blessed light of day, or scan the pleasant bills and dales of the 
beautiful world outside, my reason could no longer entertain the slightest 
unbelief. Hope had departed. Yet, indoctrinated as I was by a life of 
philosophical study, I derived no small measure of satisfaction from my 
unimpassioned demeanour; for although I had frequently read of the wild frenzies 
into which were thrown the victims of similar situation, I experienced none of 
these, but stood quiet as soon as I clearly realised the loss of my bearings. 
Nor did the thought that I had probably wandered beyond the utmost limits of an 
ordinary search cause me to abandon my composure even for a moment. If I must 
die, I reflected, then was this terrible yet majestic cavern as welcome a 
sepulchre as that which any churchyard might afford, a conception which carried 
with it more of tranquillity than of despair. 
Starving would prove my ultimate fate; of this I was certain. Some, I knew, had 
gone mad under circumstances such as these, but I felt that this end would not 
be mine. My disaster was the result of no fault save my own, since unknown to 
the guide I had separated myself from the regular party of sightseers; and, 
wandering for over an hour in forbidden avenues of the cave, had found myself 
unable to retrace the devious windings which I had pursued since forsaking my 
companions. 
Already my torch had begun to expire; soon I would be enveloped by the total and 
almost palpable blackness of the bowels of the earth. As I stood in the waning, 
unsteady light, I idly wondered over the exact circumstances of my coming end. I 
remembered the accounts which I had heard of the colony of consumptives, who, 
taking their residence in this gigantic grotto to find health from the 
apparently salubrious air of the underground world, with its steady, uniform 
temperature, pure air, and peaceful quiet, had found, instead, death in strange 
and ghastly form. I had seen the sad remains of their ill-made cottages as I 
passed them by with the party, and had wondered what unnatural influence a long 
sojourn in this immense and silent cavern would exert upon one as healthy and 
vigorous as I. Now, I grimly told myself, my opportunity for settling this point 
had arrived, provided that want of food should not bring me too speedy a 
departure from this life. 
As the last fitful rays of my torch faded into obscurity, I resolved to leave no 
stone unturned, no possible means of escape neglected; so, summoning all the 
powers possessed by my lungs, I set up a series of loud shoutings, in the vain 
hope of attracting the attention of the guide by my clamour. Yet, as I called, I 
believed in my heart that my cries were to no purpose, and that my voice, 
magnified and reflected by the numberless ramparts of the black maze about me, 
fell upon no ears save my own. 
All at once, however, my attention was fixed with a start as I fancied that I 
heard the sound of soft approaching steps on the rocky floor of the cavern. 
Was my deliverance about to be accomplished so soon? Had, then, all my horrible 
apprehensions been for naught, and was the guide, having marked my unwarranted 
absence from the party, following my course and seeking me out in this limestone 
labyrinth? Whilst these joyful queries arose in my brain, I was on the point of 
renewing my cries, in order that my discovery might come the sooner, when in an 
instant my delight was turned to horror as I listened; for my ever acute ear, 
now sharpened in even greater degree by the complete silence of the cave, bore 
to my benumbed understanding the unexpected and dreadful knowledge that these 
footfalls were not like those of any mortal man. In the unearthly stillness of 
this subterranean region, the tread of the booted guide would have sounded like 
a series of sharp and incisive blows. These impacts were soft, and stealthy, as 
of the paws of some feline. Besides, when I listened carefully, I seemed to 
trace the falls of four instead of two feet. 
I was now convinced that I had by my own cries aroused and attracted some wild 
beast, perhaps a mountain lion which had accidentally strayed within the cave. 
Perhaps, I considered, the Almighty had chosen for me a swifter and more 
merciful death than that of hunger; yet the instinct of self-preservation, never 
wholly dormant, was stirred in my breast, and though escape from the on-coming 
peril might but spare me for a sterner and more lingering end, I determined 
nevertheless to part with my life at as high a price as I could command. Strange 
as it may seem, my mind conceived of no intent on the part of the visitor save 
that of hostility. Accordingly, I became very quiet, In the hope that the 
unknown beast would, In the absence of a guiding sound, lose its direction as 
had I, and thus pass me by. But this hope was not destined for realisation, for 
the strange footfalls steadily advanced, the animal evidently having obtained my 
scent, which in an atmosphere so absolutely free from all distracting influences 
as is that of the cave, could doubtless be followed at great distance. 
Seeing therefore that I must be armed for defense against an uncanny and unseen 
attack in the dark, I groped about me the largest of the fragments of rock which 
were strewn upon all parts of the floor of the cavern In the vicinity, and 
grasping one in each hand for immediate use, awaited with resignation the 
inevitable result. Meanwhile the hideous pattering of the paws drew near. 
Certainly, the conduct of the creature was exceedingly strange. Most of the 
time, the tread seemed to be that of a quadruped, walking with a singular lack 
of unison betwixt hind and fore feet, yet at brief and infrequent intervals I 
fancied that but two feet were engaged in the process of locomotion. I wondered 
what species of animal was to confront me; it must, I thought, be some 
unfortunate beast who had paid for its curiosity to investigate one of the 
entrances of the fearful grotto with a life-long confinement in its interminable 
recesses. It doubtless obtained as food the eyeless fish, bats and rats of the 
cave, as well as some of the ordinary fish that are wafted in at every freshet 
of Green River, which communicates in some occult manner with the waters of the 
cave. I occupied my terrible vigil with grotesque conjectures of what alteration 
cave life might have wrought In the physical structure of the beast, remembering 
the awful appearances ascribed by local tradition to the consumptives who had 
died after long residence in the cave. Then I remembered with a start that, even 
should I succeed in felling my antagonist, I should never behold its form, as my 
torch had long since been extinct, and I was entirely unprovided with matches. 
The tension on my brain now became frightful. My disordered fancy conjured up 
hideous and fearsome shapes from the sinister darkness that surrounded me, and 
that actually seemed to press upon my body. Nearer, nearer, the dreadful 
footfalls approached. It seemed that I must give vent to a piercing scream, yet 
had I been sufficiently irresolute to attempt such a thing, my voice could 
scarce have responded. I was petrified, rooted to the spot. I doubted if my 
right arm would allow me to hurl its missile at the oncoming thing when the 
crucial moment should arrive. Now the steady pat, pat, of the steps was close at 
hand; now very close. I could hear the laboured breathing of the animal, and 
terror-struck as I was, I realised that it must have come from a considerable 
distance, and was correspondingly fatigued. Suddenly the spell broke. My right 
hand, guided by my ever trustworthy sense of hearing, threw with full force the 
sharp-angled bit of limestone which it contained, toward that point in the 
darkness from which emanated the breathing and pattering, and, wonderful to 
relate, it nearly reached its goal, for I heard the thing jump landing at a 
distance away, where it seemed to pause. 
Having readjusted my aim, I discharged my second missile, this time moat 
effectively, for with a flood of joy I listened as the creature fell in what 
sounded like a complete collapse and evidently remained prone and unmoving. 
Almost overpowered by the great relief which rushed over me, I reeled back 
against the wall. The breathing continued, in heavy, gasping inhalation. and 
expirations, whence I realised that I had no more than wounded the creature. And 
now all desire to examine the thing ceased. At last something allied to 
groundless, superstitious fear had entered my brain, and I did not approach the 
body, nor did I continue to cast stones at it in order to complete the 
extinction of its life. Instead, I ran at full speed in what was, as nearly as I 
could estimate in my frenzied condition, the direction from which I had come. 
Suddenly I heard a sound or rather, a regular succession of sounds. In another 
Instant they had resolved themselves into a series of sharp, metallic clicks. 
This time there was no doubt. It was the guide. And then I shouted, yelled, 
screamed, even shrieked with joy as I beheld in the vaulted arches above the 
faint and glimmering effulgence which I knew to be the reflected light of an 
approaching torch. I ran to meet the flare, and before I could completely 
understand what had occurred, was lying upon the ground at the feet of the 
guide, embracing his boots and gibbering. despite my boasted reserve, in a most 
meaningless and idiotic manner, pouring out my terrible story, and at the same 
time overwhelming my auditor with protestations of gratitude. At length, I awoke 
to something like my normal consciousness. The guide had noted my absence upon 
the arrival of the party at the entrance of the cave, and had, from his own 
intuitive sense of direction, proceeded to make a thorough canvass of 
by-passages just ahead of where he had last spoken to me, locating my 
whereabouts after a quest of about four hours. 
By the time he had related this to me, I, emboldened by his torch and his 
company, began to reflect upon the strange beast which I had wounded but a short 
distance back in the darkness, and suggested that we ascertain, by the 
flashlight's aid, what manner of creature was my victim. Accordingly I retraced 
my steps, this time with a courage born of companionship, to the scene of my 
terrible experience. Soon we descried a white object upon the floor, an object 
whiter even than the gleaming limestone itself. Cautiously advancing, we gave 
vent to a simultaneous ejaculation of wonderment, for of all the unnatural 
monsters either of us had in our lifetimes beheld, this was in surpassing degree 
the strangest. It appeared to be an anthropoid ape of large proportions, 
escaped, perhaps, from some itinerant menagerie. Its hair was snow-white, a 
thing due no doubt to the bleaching action of a long existence within the inky 
confines of the cave, but it was also surprisingly thin, being indeed largely 
absent save on the head, where it was of such length and abundance that it fell 
over the shoulders in considerable profusion. The face was turned away from us, 
as the creature lay almost directly upon it. The inclination of the limbs was 
very singular, explaining, however, the alternation in their use which I bad 
before noted, whereby the beast used sometimes all four, and on other occasions 
but two for its progress. From the tips of the fingers or toes, long rat-like 
claws extended. The hands or feet were not prehensile, a fact that I ascribed to 
that long residence in the cave which, as I before mentioned, seemed evident 
from the all-pervading and almost unearthly whiteness so characteristic of the 
whole anatomy. No tail seemed to be present. 
The respiration had now grown very feeble, and the guide had drawn his pistol 
with the evident intent of despatching the creature, when a sudden sound emitted 
by the latter caused the weapon to fall unused. The sound was of a nature 
difficult to describe. It was not like the normal note of any known species of 
simian, and I wonder if this unnatural quality were not the result of a long 
continued and complete silence, broken by the sensations produced by the advent 
of the light, a thing which the beast could not have seen since its first 
entrance into the cave. The sound, which I might feebly attempt to classify as a 
kind of deep-tone chattering, was faintly continued. 
All at once a fleeting spasm of energy seemed to pass through the frame of the 
beast. The paws went through a convulsive motion, and the limbs contracted. With 
a jerk, the white body rolled over so that its face was turned in our direction. 
For a moment I was so struck with horror at the eyes thus revealed that I noted 
nothing else. They were black, those eyes, deep jetty black, in hideous contrast 
to the snow-white hair and flesh. Like those of other cave denizens, they were 
deeply sunken in their orbits, and were entirely destitute of iris. As I looked 
more closely, I saw that they were set in a face less prognathous than that of 
the average ape, and infinitely less hairy. The nose was quite distinct. As we 
gazed upon the uncanny sight presented to our vision, the thick lips opened, and 
several sounds issued from them, after which the thing relaxed in death. 
The guide clutched my coatsleeve and trembled so violently that the light shook 
fitfully, casting weird moving shadows on the walls. 
I made no motion, but stood rigidly still, my horrified eyes fixed upon the 
floor ahead. 
The fear left, and wonder, awe, compassion, and reverence succeeded in its 
place, for the sounds uttered by the stricken figure that lay stretched out on 
the limestone had told us the awesome truth. The creature I had killed, the 
strange beast of the unfathomed cave, was, or had at one time been a MAN!!! 




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