The Festival

The protagonist finds out something about his family he doesn't want to know, by attending an ancient ritual. Or does he?

I'm slightly offended by his choice of Yule as a Cthulhian festival :-D
Also, it didn't quite manage to horrify me, mainly because it felt a bit too silly.
It has potential, though. Someone could make a decent horror movie based on this. I like the ending though. Though Necronomicon as bedside reading in a hospital... er... what kind of hospital is that, say? Lovecraftian? :-D

The narrator remembered an age-old tradition of his forefathers, a once-a-century Yule celebration and had decided to honour that family tradition. What followed was a night of increasingly strange and disturbing scenes.

The narrative is in his usual eerie prose. This one seems to be early Cthulhu, and probably one of his earlier mentions of the Necronomicon. I can't help thinking of the Nameless City, as they share certain similarities, but this one is better and more fleshed out, both in terms of the narrator as well as the imagery it's trying to convey.