The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson. It's a thoroughly bleak little novel.
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The House on the Borderland (1908) employs the device of the found manuscript, a diary kept by an old recluse who lives in a lonely house in Ireland besieged by hideous forces from other worlds and swine-like monstrosities emerging from an abyss beneath the house. One evening in his study, the narrator has a visionary experience in which he streaks through space, time quickens, and in a series of dream-like narrative sequences he witnesses the future of the earth and the final destruction of the solar system.
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