Spooky Season
A collection of seasonally appropriate spooky stories, whatever that season and sense of spooky may be.
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?”
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.”
