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The Cock-lane Ghost
About the middle of January 1762, a gentleman was sen...

Cottage 3 House And Cottage Furniture
This is a subject so thoroughly discussed in the books,...

Vi
And travellers now within that valley, Throu...

The Innocent Devil Or Agreeable Disappointment
The following story is extracted from a letter I rece...

The Black Dog And The Thumbless Hand
[Some years ago I published in a volume of tales called...

The Sallow-faced Woman Of No Forrest Road Edinburgh
The Public unfortunately includes a certain set of pe...

The White Flag
A percentage of the South African Boers--how large or...

Black Ram
I do not know when I had spent a more pleasant evenin...

The Dying Mother {101}
"Mary, the wife of John Goffe of Rochester, being affli...

Queen Mary's Jewels
"I have had a strange dream about your ring" (a "medall...





The Empty House And Other Ghost Stories






The Empty House
Certain houses, like certain persons, manage somehow to proclaim at once their character for evil. In the case of the latter, no particular feature need betray them; they may boast an open countenance and an ingenuous smil...

A Haunted Island
The following events occurred on a small island of isolated position in a large Canadian lake, to whose cool waters the inhabitants of Montreal and Toronto flee for rest and recreation in the hot months. It is only to be r...

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There was a faint sound of rattling at the brass knob, and the door was pushed open a couple of inches. A pause of a few seconds, and it was pushed open still further. Without a sound of footsteps that was appreciable to my ...

A Case Of Eavesdropping
Jim Shorthouse was the sort of fellow who always made a mess of things. Everything with which his hands or mind came into contact issued from such contact in an unqualified and irremediable state of mess. His college days ...

Keeping His Promise
It was eleven o'clock at night, and young Marriott was locked into his room, cramming as hard as he could cram. He was a "Fourth Year Man" at Edinburgh University and he had been ploughed for this particular examination so...

With Intent To Steal
To sleep in a lonely barn when the best bedrooms in the house were at our disposal, seemed, to say the least, unnecessary, and I felt that some explanation was due to our host. But Shorthouse, I soon discovered, had seen...

The Wood Of The Dead
One summer, in my wanderings with a knapsack, I was at luncheon in the room of a wayside inn in the western country, when the door opened and there entered an old rustic, who crossed close to my end of the table and sat hi...

Smith: An Episode In A Lodging-house
"When I was a medical student," began the doctor, half turning towards his circle of listeners in the firelight, "I came across one or two very curious human beings; but there was one fellow I remember particularly, for he...

A Suspicious Gift
Blake had been in very low water for months--almost under water part of the time--due to circumstances he was fond of saying were no fault of his own; and as he sat writing in his room on "third floor back" of a New York b...

The Strange Adventures Of A Private Secretary In New York
I It was never quite clear to me how Jim Shorthouse managed to get his private secretaryship; but, once he got it, he kept it, and for some years he led a steady life and put money in the savings bank. One morning his employer s...