When the wind keeps rattling windows and making other strange noises at lunchtime

Hmmm...
The wind keeps rattling windows and making other strange noises as I read the H. P. LOVECRAFT story "The Shadow Over Innsmouth" during my lunch break.
The story concerns a strange, isolated New England town and the insular and peculiar people who populate the place.
A bus driver from the town is described thusly:
"He had a narrow head, bulging, watery blue eyes that seemed never to wink, a flat nose, a receding forehead and chin, and singularly undeveloped ears. His long, thick lip and coarse-pored, greyish cheeks seemed almost beardless except for some sparse yellow hairs that straggled and curled in irregular patches; and in places the surface seemed queerly irregular, as if peeling from some cutaneous disease."
I think Lovecraft does a consistently wonderful job of making his readers seem ill at ease.
His stories initially seem believable, but then a jarring irregularity seems to add several layers of CREEPINESS over the entire proceedings.
It's fun stuff to read. Except, perhaps, when the wind keeps rattling windows and making other strange noises at lunchtime.