This title is excerpted from The Dunwich Horror, which itself excerpted it from the Necromonicon.
At Miskatonic, there is yet another semi-secret society composed of faculty, students and alumni. They are an eclectic group, but one thing they all have in common is that each has undertaken an arduous pilgrimage even unto Kadath, in the Cold Waste, there to learn forgotten secrets of mental and spiritual discipline and fortitude. They have all endured the cruel tutelage of ancient and inscrutable beings; tutelage that often threatened to break mind, body and soul.
They do this because they are tasked with detecting, containing and eradicating manifestations of The King in Yellow. Not the entity, the Thing behind the Pallid Mask, but the actual cursed manuscript, which has metastasized into every other medium now available: ebooks, audiobooks, videos, TV specials, as well as the constant underground – often literally – performances of the play.
But every once in a while, despite their arcane training and discipline, one of their number succumbs; the consequences are always disastrous…