Spooky Season
A collection of seasonally appropriate spooky stories, whatever that season and sense of spooky may be.
“Oh, papa, we must hear the ghost story”
“Jack, old man, I’ve seen a ghost.”
An amazing tale of weird sculpture—the story of a weird deceptionpractised on the world by an obscure artist
"do you know what you look like, the whole lot of you? You look as if you’d seen a ghost—that’s how you look! I wonder if there is a ghost here, and nobody but you left for it to appear to?” The dogs continued to gaze at me without moving. . . .
“Do you know who these people are; and the men and women who are dancing round you?” asked the old man. “Look well, have you ever seen them before?”
". . . All at once a strange-looking acrobat was at our table. . . ."
A little treat. . . or trick?
Pray why are you so bare, so bare / Oh, bough of the old oak-tree / And why, when I go through the shade you throw / Runs a shudder over me?
The fear which no heart has fathomed, the fate which no fancy has faced, the riddle which no soul has read, steps between your substance and my soul.
A Short Story with a Horrifying Climax
But I feel as though that piece of water belonged to me and I to it, and as though we should never be separated—yes. . . . Isn’t it black?
