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Riding Home From Mess
In 1854, General Barter, C.B., was a subaltern in the 7...

Giles The Shepherd And Spectre
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The Slaying Of Sergeant Davies
We now examine a ghost with a purpose; he wanted to hav...


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The Vigil Of Saint Mark Or Fatal Superstition
Rebecca was the fairest maid That on the Dan...

Remarkable Instance Of The Power Of Imagination
It has been remarked, that when the royal vault is op...

The Dog O' Mause
Account of an apparition that appeared to William Souta...

The Dog In The Haunted Room
The author's friend, Mr. Rokeby, lives, and has lived f...

'ill-steekit' Ephraim
'About the middle of the night The cocks beg...

The Fresco
In the Great Highway of Eternal Fixity, Mong Flowing-...





Great Ghost Stories






The House And The Brain
LORD EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON A friend of mine, who is a man of letters and a philosopher, said to me one day, as if between jest and earnest: "Fancy! since we last met, I have discovered a haunted house in the midst of Lond...

The Roll-call Of The Reef
A. T. QUILLER-COUCH "Yes, sir," said my host, the quarryman, reaching down the relics from their hook in the wall over the chimneypiece; "they've hung there all my time, and most of my father's. The women won't touch 'em...

The Open Door
MRS. MARGARET OLIPHANT I took the house of Brentwood on my return from India in 18--, for the temporary accommodation of my family, until I could find a permanent home for them. It had many advantages which made it pecul...

The Deserted House
ERNEST THEODOR AMADEUS HOFFMANN You know already that I spent the greater part of last summer in X----, began Theodore. The many old friends and acquaintances I found there, the free, jovial life, the manifold artistic a...

The Mysterious Sketch
ERCKMANN-CHATRIAN I Opposite the chapel of Saint Sebalt in Nuremberg, at the corner of Trabaus Street, there stands a little tavern, tall and narrow, with a toothed gable and dusty windows, whose roof is surmounted by...

Green Branches
FIONA MACLEOD In the year that followed the death of Manus MacCodrum, James Achanna saw nothing of his brother Gloom. He might have thought himself alone in the world, of all his people, but for a letter that came to him...

The Four-fifteen Express
AMELIA B. EDWARDS The events which I am about to relate took place between nine and ten years ago. Sebastopol had fallen in the early spring, the peace of Paris had been concluded since March, our commercial relations wi...

The Were-wolf
H. B. MARRYATT My father was not born, or originally a resident, in the Hartz Mountains; he was the serf of an Hungarian nobleman, of great possessions, in Transylvania; but, although a serf, he was not by any means a p...

The Withered Arm
THOMAS HARDY A Lorn Milkmaid It was an eighty-cow dairy, and the troop of milkers, regular and supernumerary, were all at work; for, though the time of year was as yet but early April, the feed lay entirely in water-m...

Clarimonde
THEOPHILE GAUTIER Brother, you ask me if I have ever loved. Yes. My story is a strange and terrible one; and though I am sixty-six years of age, I scarcely dare even now to disturb the ashes of that memory. From my ea...

The Stalls Of Barchester Cathedral
MONTAGUE RHODES JAMES This matter began, as far as I am concerned, with the reading of a notice in the obituary section of the Gentleman's Magazine for an early year in the nineteenth century: "On February 26th, ...

What Was It?
FITZ-JAMES O'BRIEN It is, I confess, with considerable diffidence that I approach the strange narrative which I am about to relate. The events which I purpose detailing are of so extraordinary a character that I am quite...