John Kulrek and Lie-lip Canool felt the baneful force of the old woman's curse—a weird tale of the sea
This last suggestion filled the mind of Schalken with a vague horror, which was so unaccountably intense as to make him alike afraid to remain in the room alone and reluctant to pass through the lobby
In life, Kohada Koheiji had so perfected his ghost act that it was indistinguishable from the real thing. In death, Koheiji’s performance was terrifying and sublime.
A ghastly fate befell the caretaker of the cemetery in the horrible burrows beneath the graves
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...
