On the road leading north from Manchester, in eastern Kentucky, to Booneville, twenty miles away, stood, in 1862, a wooden plantation house of a somewhat better quality than most of the dwellings in that region. The house was destroyed by ... Read more of The Spook House at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The Ghost That Got The Button
BY WILL ADAMS One autumn evening, when the days we...

Under The Lamp
I had given a glass ball to a young lady, who believed ...

Farm Barn Interior Arrangement
A main floor, A, 12 feet wide, runs the whole length th...

Miscellaneous Supernormal Experiences
The matter in this chapter does not seem, strictly sp...

The Philosopher Gassendi And The Haunted Bed-room
In one of the letters of this celebrated philosopher,...

The Leaden Ring
"It is not possible, Julia. I cannot conceive how the...

The River Of Sorrows
Along the path leading to the city of All-virtues, in...

Number 13
Among the towns of Jutland, Viborg justly holds a high ...

The Red Lamp
Mr. Cooper says: "A fortnight before the death of the ...

The Rattlesnake
Dr. Kinsolving, of the Church of the Epiphany in Philad...





A Master Of Mysteries






The Mystery Of The Circular Chamber
One day in late September I received the following letter from my lawyer: "My Dear Bell, "I shall esteem it a favour if you can make it convenient to call upon me at ten o'clock to-morrow morning on a matter of extreme ...

The Warder Of The Door
"If you don't believe it, you can read it for yourself," said Allen Clinton, climbing up the steps and searching among the volumes on the top shelf. I lay back in my chair. The beams from the sinking sun shone through the st...

The Mystery Of The Felwyn Tunnel
I was making experiments of some interest at South Kensington, and hoped that I had perfected a small but not unimportant discovery, when, on returning home one evening in late October in the year 1893, I found a visiting card ...

The Eight-mile Lock
It was in the August of 1889, when I was just arranging my annual holiday, that I received the following letter. I tore it open and read: "Theodora House-boat, Goring. "Dear Mr. Bell, "Can you come down on Wedn...

How Siva Spoke
During the summer of the past year a medical friend of mine sent me an invitation to dine with him and two of his fellow-craftsmen at the Welcome Club at the Earl's Court Exhibition. One of our party was a certain Dr. Laurier, ...

To Prove An Alibi
I first met Arthur Cressley in the late spring of 1892. I had been spending the winter in Egypt, and was returning to Liverpool. One calm evening, about eleven o'clock, while we were still in the Mediterranean, I went on deck t...