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Spooktober 2026

Ladies and gentlemen, here we are! And yes, I know, the banner appeared a little too soon, this year, but I’m abroad without my computer and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to bring it up. But I’ve got you covered.

All month long, we’ll be publishing one classic horror story a day, mostly Gothic and horror fiction from the 19th and early 20th centuries by authors who invented or perfected the mechanisms that makes us shivering today. No jump scares, I promise: just prose, pacing, and the old, sturdy art of suggesting more than you show.

Some of these stories are short and fit neatly into a single post. Others are longer and will run in installments, a bit like an old serial read by candlelight.

This year’s lineup ranges from names everyone recognizes — Dickens, Conan Doyle, Maupassant — to voices less commonly read but just as unsettling: Marjorie Bowen (a classic of our Octobers), William Hope Hodgson, Gustav Meyrink, Arlton Eadie. Railway ghosts, family mirrors, inns that smell of blood, hands that move on their own. The classic horror repertoire.

Starting tomorrow, one well-written piece of darkness a day. Get ready. And maybe leave a light on.

Enjoy the spooky season!

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