Lovecraft ASMR

It's Christmas Eve, and you've stepped just out of the noise — standing quietly by the wall near the fire while the party carries on in the other room.In this soft-spoken ASMR video, we linger in that in-between space: the warmth of the hearth, distant music and voices, and the gentle comfort of simply being present without expectation.This is a calm, reflective moment meant for listening, resting, or keeping gentle company — whether you're celebrating, winding down, or just needing a quiet place to stand for a while.You're welcome to stay as long as you like ❤️✨Become a Member here on YT or Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR

Tonight continues The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft's The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave enough to wander deeper into the Dreamlands. On the fifth night, Randolph Carter returns again to aid the cats of Ulthar in their aeons-long rivalry with the zoogs. This is a soft-spoken, cozy ASMR-style reading, meant for relaxation, sleep, and gentle listening. Each night builds upon the last, returning to the same hearth as the dream grows broader, darker, and more alive. Best enjoyed with headphones, a warm blanket, and the fire listening quietly beside you. Sleep well, my darling dreamer ❤️ ✨ Become a Member here on YouTube or Patreon:⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR⁠

Tonight continues The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft's The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave enough to wander deeper into the Dreamlands. On the fourth night, Randolph Carter enlists the aid of an old friend and becomes one with the ghouls among the gugs. This is a soft-spoken, cozy ASMR-style reading, meant for relaxation, sleep, and gentle listening. Each night builds upon the last, returning to the same hearth as the dream grows broader, darker, and more alive. Best enjoyed with headphones, a warm blanket, and the fire listening quietly beside you. Sleep well, my darling dreamer ❤️ ✨ Become a Member here on YouTube or Patreon:⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR

Tonight continues The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft's The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave enough to wander deeper into the Dreamlands.On the third night, Randolph Carter journeys upward on the mighty cliff face Ngranek in search of the infamous carving of the gods.This is a soft-spoken, cozy ASMR-style reading, meant for relaxation, sleep, and gentle listening. Each night builds upon the last, returning to the same hearth as the dream grows broader, darker, and more alive.Best enjoyed with headphones, a warm blanket, and the fire listening quietly beside you. Sleep well, my darling dreamer ❤️✨ Become a Member here on YouTube or Patreon:⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR⁠

Tonight continues The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft's The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave enough to wander deeper into the Dreamlands.On the second night, Randolph Carter journeys onward through Ulthar and beyond, where the kindness of cats proves wiser than the designs of men. In the shadowed streets of Dylath-Leen, Carter is seized and carried far from his chosen path — until the Dreamlands themselves answer in a way both strange and unexpectedly merciful.This is a soft-spoken, cozy ASMR-style reading, meant for relaxation, sleep, and gentle listening. Each night builds upon the last, returning to the same hearth as the dream grows broader, darker, and more alive.Best enjoyed with headphones, a warm blanket, and the fire listening quietly beside you.Sleep well, my darling dreamer ❤️✨ Become a Member on Patreon:⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR⁠

Come sit with me by the fire, my darling.Tonight begins The Twelve Nights in Kadath — a quiet, fireside telling of HP Lovecraft's The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, read as a kind of old Christmas carol meant for dreamers brave until to travel through the Dreamlands.On the first night, we meet Randolph Carter, a man haunted by a city he has seen only in dreams — a city the gods will not let him reach. As winter settles in and the fire burns low, his longing becomes a call… one that cannot be ignored. This is a soft-spoken, cozy ASMR-style reading, meant for relaxation, sleep, and gentle listening. Each night builds upon the last, returning to the same hearth as the dream deepens.

Tonight, my darling, we're exploring two soft, dreamlike tales from Lord Dunsany in a quiet double feature of fantasy, melancholy, and fading worlds. ✨ Story 1 — Bethmoora (1:02) A poetic glimpse into a forgotten city of silence and memory, where wind and dust drift through the remnants of a once-beautiful dream. ✨ Story 2 — The Ghosts (18:30) A short, wistful reflection on the little moments and lingering spirits that remain long after life has moved on. Thank you so much for being here with me tonight, and for the incredible patience and kindness you've shown while I've been recovering. Your support means more than I can ever say

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Tonight we unseal the twenty-sixth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Descendant — a story of ancestral memory, forbidden knowledge, and the price of remembering what the soul was meant to forget.

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.

Tonight, the Vault opens to something a little different — a moment of peace along our journey.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

Tonight we unseal the fourteenth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Thing in the Moonlight—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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Tonight we unseal the ninth 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.

Tonight we unseal the eighth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with Poetry and the Gods—where dreams summon ancient entities. The modern world hums with forgetful haste, yet beneath its clamor, ancient voices stir. A young woman listens—not to noise, but to rhythm. And in that rhythm, Olympus breathes. Ascend beyond the veil of sleep, where gods speak in verse and memory returns in meter. This is no mortal's escape—it is a chosen invocation, where poetry becomes portal, and the divine does not descend in thunder, but in song.ASMR soft-spoken reading of Poetry and the Gods by HP Lovecraft, featuring light rain on a tin roof as background ambiance. Poetry and the Gods was written in 1920 and published in the March 1921 issue of The United Amateur, a small amateur press magazine. At the time, Lovecraft was deeply immersed in the world of amateur journalism, still years away from the cosmic horror that would define his legacy. This story stands apart—less dread, more dream. It reflects Lovecraft's early fascination with classical mythology and poetic exaltation, written during a period when he saw himself as a guardian of ancient ideals in a rapidly modernizing world.

Tonight we unseal the seventh vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with The Strange High House in the Mist—a tale past the edge of knowing into an elevation of the soul.

Tonight we unseal the second vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with HP Lovecraft's The Doom that Came to Sarnath—a tale of ancient pride and sudden ruin, where a thousand years of arrogance are undone in a single night… when the mist rose, and Sarnath remembered what it had buried.

Hello, my darling ✨This November marks seven years of Tome by Tome ASMR — seven years of whispers, gothic shadows, and an incredible community we've built together. To celebrate, the Archive is opening for the very first time to your voices.I'm inviting short story submissions from our listeners. Your tale may be read aloud this November in the Anniversary Archive, sealed forever among the Lorekeepers.

Hello, my darling ✨This October marks seven years of whispers, stories, and sleepy souls together. To celebrate, I'm creating a very special Call of Cthulhu Anniversary Name Video — a dedication to you.

Hello, my darling ✨ Join me for a cozy little river ramble out here on our sportsman's access lane

Don't Touch the Sides, written by Pam Breshears (that's me!) A mother stays home sick, listening to her children play a board game downstairs. But each buzz of the game jolts through her body like fire — pulling her back to a memory she's spent decades trying to forget.Is it fever? Dream? Or something far worse?This is domestic horror at its sharpest: where the ordinary turns sour, the comforting becomes suffocating, and even the sound of crayons on paper hums with menace.

CHAPTER II: "YOU OPENED IT" (by yours truly, Pam Breshears)Therion Scorn and WereTortoise, I truly apologize for not adding you to the credits

Soft spoken reading of Algernon Blackwood's Wood of the Dead.In The Wood of the Dead, Algernon Blackwood weaves an eerie tale of isolation, spectral whispers, and the ominous presence of the past. The story follows a traveler who arrives in a remote village, where the air is thick with an uncanny stillness. As he wanders into the ancient forest bordering the settlement, he encounters an unsettling old man—one who speaks in cryptic riddles about the dead lingering among the trees.The deeper the traveler ventures, the more he feels the suffocating weight of unseen eyes and the rustling of something beyond the physical world. The villagers live in quiet fear, their words laced with hints of long-forgotten sins and restless spirits that refuse to be buried. The wood itself seems alive, pulsating with an unnatural presence that hungers for recognition.As the tale unfolds, Blackwood masterfully builds an atmosphere of creeping dread, blending folklore, the supernatural, and psychological horror into a chilling meditation on mortality and the unseen forces that stalk the living. The traveler—skeptical at first—soon finds that some boundaries between life and death are not easily crossed... nor easily escaped.ASMR tales from Lovecraft, Poe, Grimm & Beyond | Unlock Exclusive Secrets from the Vault on PatreonVenture softly into realms untold, where ancient whispers stir forgotten lore and dust-laden libraries echo with lost dreams. Here you'll find soft spoken Lovecraftian myths, gothic tales, dreams spun from ancient murmurs, and solace found in the decayed whispers of timeworn pages and eternal tomes. Tucking in sleepy souls, one story at a time.Soft spoken ASMR is used to provide listeners with comfort to ease symptoms of insomnia, anxiety, depression, and ptsd. ASMR with atmospheric sounds—like gentle whispering, soft taps, and calming nature noises works wonders for relaxation and anxiety relief. The soothing sounds and personal attention mimic a comforting, nurturing experience, while promoting mindfulness and focus that diverts attention from anxious thoughts. Physiologically, ASMR can lower heart rate and blood pressure, activating neural circuits linked to relaxation. This powerful combination creates a serene environment, helping individuals unwind and feel at peace. Listen with headphones for the best experience.This channel is intended to provide you with a comfortable space to relax and fall asleep. I welcome all comments and suggestions for stories because this channel is meant for you, my darling. Having recently suffered from depression, I promise that I will do everything in my power to make this channel consistent and make our way through these wonderful classic stories.Enter the Abyss: ⁠http://tomebytomeasmr.com⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@TomebyTomeASMR⁠

Soft spoken reading of The Yellow Sign by Robert W Chambers, featuring a light rain on a tin roof as background ambience. Listen with headphones for the best experience.The Yellow Sign is one of the most haunting tales in Robert W. Chambers' The King in Yellow, a collection that blends gothic horror with a creeping sense of cosmic dread. Set in New York City, the story follows an artist, Mr. Scott, and his young model, Tessie, as they become ensnared in the eerie influence of a strange, grotesque night watchman outside their studio. Tessie, lighthearted at first, grows disturbed when she dreams of the man, whose unsettling presence hints at something beyond mortal comprehension. As their lives intertwine with the mysteries of The King in Yellow—a forbidden play that drives readers to madness—the narrative spirals toward an inevitable, chilling revelation.A masterwork of unsettling atmosphere, The Yellow Sign plays with themes of fate, perception, and an ominous force lurking just beyond the veil of reason. Chambers' tale is one of quiet horror, where the real terror lies not in monstrous threats, but in the creeping certainty that something unspeakable is waiting... just outside the window.Soft spoken ASMR is used to provide listeners with comfort to ease symptoms of insomnia, anxiety, depression, and ptsd. ASMR with atmospheric sounds—like gentle whispering, soft taps, and calming nature noises works wonders for relaxation and anxiety relief. The soothing sounds and personal attention mimic a comforting, nurturing experience, while promoting mindfulness and focus that diverts attention from anxious thoughts. Physiologically, ASMR can lower heart rate and blood pressure, activating neural circuits linked to relaxation. This powerful combination creates a serene environment, helping individuals unwind and feel at peace. Listen with headphones for the best experience.This channel is intended to provide you with a comfortable space to relax and fall asleep. I welcome all comments and suggestions for stories because this channel is meant for you, my darling. Having recently suffered from depression, I promise that I will do everything in my power to make this channel consistent and make our way through these wonderful classic stories.⁠http://tomebytomeasmr.com⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/tomebytomeasmr/⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@tomebytomeasmr⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/TomeByTomeASMR⁠Donations: ⁠http://paypal.me/TomebyTome⁠⁠https://venmo.com/u/PamBreshears⁠⁠http://buymeacoffee.com/tomebytomeasmr⁠This video is intended for sleep. #sleepaidAs many of the larger channels noticed first, in November 2023, YouTube rolled out non-optional end-roll ads on all videos. Because this video is intended for you to relax and fall asleep, I'm hoping by adding this hashtag that YouTube becomes aware of the placement of ads on certain video types, like ASMR.Video art and video animation are done by me using CapCut, Canva Pro, Movavi, and Motionleap tools.

CHAPTER I: THE PRICE OF PASSAGE (by yours truly, Pam Breshears)After a night adrift in ale and the silence of being in a room with strangers, you return to your room at The Hidden Harpy to find a note—crumpled, unsigned, and whispering your name in ink that seems older than the paper itself. It leads you to the sea-drenched docks at dawn, where the fog parts to reveal The Dreadful. A ship of shadow and legend, her sails thrashing like chained spirits.Aboard waits Mistress Midnight, her presence cold as prophecy, her eyes like twin abysses reflecting your fate. She does not ask your name. But she demands you make a choice.