I felt, in brief agonies of disillusionment, the gigantic blackness of this overwhelming universe. . .
“And it was only the day before yesterday,” he said, “that I told Maria there were no such things as ghosts!”
A Wild Yarn
Being a translation of Botan Dōrō or The Peony Lantern
The majority of haunted houses are harmless, the peculiar energy they have absorbed and radiate forth is not hostile to life. But in others the radiation is malignant and fatal.
The little angel doesn’t look like a ghost. She doesn’t float, nor is she pale, and she isn’t wearing a white dress. She is half-rotten, and she doesn’t talk.
Throughout the summer you pay little attention to them or take them to be like yourself...
“Spooks. I maintain the word. Ghosts, if you like that better, or specters. We turn out the best quality of spook——”
The tale of a dark horror that settled down like a fog on Hollywood, the world's film capital
I do not believe in supernatural phenomena myself, and yet—the door at Ladlow is as much beyond my comprehension as the ebbing and flowing of the sea
Morgan said he watched them and could not utter a word; it was as if a hand held his mouth tight.
