"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
After Scoured Silk, another spooky story by Marjorie Bowen. The local line had broken down, as it not infrequently did, and the little group of people who had stepped out of the London express, and hurried across the platform to make the connection were left stranded,...
Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930) was an American author whose work moves effortlessly between quiet realism and the uncanny. Born in Massachusetts, she became known for her vivid portrayals of New England village life, writing about its customs, tensions, and moral codes with both...
Published in Crimes of Old London in 1919 and then again in The Bishop of Hell and Other Stories (1949), today we feature another spooky story by Marjorie Bowen. MR. JOHN PROUDIE kept a chemist's shop in Soho Fields, Monmouth Square; it was a very famous...
Charlotte Perkins Gilman is best remembered today for her groundbreaking short story “The Yellow Wallpaper” (1892), a tale that has become a classic of both Gothic fiction and feminist literature. Born in Hartford, Connecticut, Gilman was a writer, lecturer, and social reformer who used her...
This is a tale that might be told in many ways and from various points of view; it has to be gathered from here and there—a letter, a report, a diary, a casual reference; in its day the thing was more than a passing wonder,...
Third and final chapter of Elizabeth Gaskell's ghost story. 'I hope you slept well, sir.' It was William, who, coming into the hall with the sunlight of a fine bright morning streaming after him, asked this question: 'Had you a good night's rest?' Graham Coulton laughed, and...
Chapter 2 of Elizabeth Gaskell's ghost story. Lying on the settle, with the fire burnt out, and the room in total darkness, Graham Coulton dreamed a curious dream. He thought he awoke from deep slumber to find a log smouldering away upon the hearth, and the...
'Houseless--homeless--hopeless!' Many a one who had before him trodden that same street must have uttered the same words—the weary, the desolate, the hungry, the forsaken, the waifs and strays of struggling humanity that are always coming and going, cold, starving and miserable, over the pavements of...
As the leaves turn crisp and the nights grow longer, the Gothic community prepares for its favorite season: Spooktober. October isn’t just another month on the calendar — filled with chestnuts and mushrooms and pumpkin — but a countdown to Halloween. Spooktober is a tradition, a...
Yesterday I wrote that Lafcadio Hearn, who came to call himself Yakumo Koizumi, had been interested in the supernatural and the spooky way before he moved to Japan. Here's an example of what I mean. What is the fear of ghosts among those who believe in...
