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The Dead Valley
I have a friend, Olof Ehrensvaerd, a Swede by birth, ...

The Castle Apparition
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To The God Nibib, Child
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Smith: An Episode In A Lodging-house
"When I was a medical student," began the doctor, hal...

The Female Sprites
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Of The God Bel,
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Farm Barns
The farm barn, next to the farm house, is the most impo...

Haunted Houses In Or Near Dublin
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The Wesley Ghost
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The Lost Cheque






Mr. A., a barrister, sat up one night to write letters, and about
half-past twelve went out to put them in the post. On undressing he
missed a cheque for a large sum, which he had received during the day.
He hunted everywhere in vain, went to bed, slept, and dreamed that he
saw the cheque curled round an area railing not far from his own door.
He woke, got up, dressed, walked down the street and found his cheque
in the place he had dreamed of. In his opinion he had noticed it fall
from his pocket as he walked to the letter-box, without consciously
remarking it, and his deeper memory awoke in slumber. {11a}





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