Spooky Season
A collection of seasonally appropriate spooky stories, whatever that season and sense of spooky may be.
“Hōïchi San!—Hōïchi San!” the servants cried,—“you are bewitched!. . . Hōïchi San!”
That night I went to bed with an easy mind, and fell asleep at once; but in the middle of the night I woke, and there were the eyes . . .
Into what frightful horror did young Setwick blunder that night?
A powerful story of stark horror, and the dreadful thing that happened in a lone house in the Maine woods
“oh, sir; Lady Constance! I must to Lord Robert. Gray Henry, the Wolf, has stolen——”
I dwell in a lonely house I knowThat vanished many a summer ago,
“When did you come back to Kyoto? How did you find your way here to me, through all those black rooms?”
By daylight alone; after nightfall no human being except passing strangers ever went near the place.
“A traveller like you,” replied the girl, “cannot alleviate my distress; why trouble yourself to ask?”
