Spooky Season
A collection of seasonally appropriate spooky stories, whatever that season and sense of spooky may be.
The morning had been extremely sultry, and an oppressive sensation in the air, which disordered respiration, threw, as the day closed, an air of gloom over the company, ill suited to the occasion of their meeting.
"The Dark and the old dead! The dark and the old dead! O thou dear God, deliver me! Bob, Bob!"
A horror-tale of the Venezuelan jungle, and a diabolical plant that lived on human life
“All superstition!” roared Glámr. “As far as I can see, men are no better now than they were in the bonny heathen time.”
This was a vision seen—no; there was nothing seen; nothing but the calm sea.
“I cannot hurt you. I am spirit, you are matter, and spirit cannot injure matter; my nails are psychic phenomena. Your soul you can lacerate yourself; but I can effect nothing, nothing.”
One hardly thinks of rabbits as murderous wild beasts, and yet—the author of “The Witch’s Cat” and “Fearful Rock” has a theory.
A gripping story of a warrior maid who went down into a land of unthinkable evil in search of a strange weapon
A fearsome story of frightful death, a whistle in the dark, and three women whose bodies hung in that dreadful room of horrors
"I was conscious that even at this stage of the night I was passing into a psychical condition in which my sensations seemed no longer normal."
All trees, doubtless, appeal in some measure to the sense of poetry. . .
