In the light of the stars, a little tomb lay in drowned R'lyeh

One Sunday morning, the stars came almost right, andn - boom! - out of the crypt came a big and very hungry cthulhupillar

He looked for something to ease his gnawing hunger.

On Monday, he ate through a cultist. But he was still hungry.

On Tuesday, he ate through two underprepared antiquarians. But he was still peckish.

On Wednesday he ate through three cases of Charles Dexter Ward. But he was still famished.