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AT ABDUL ALI’S GRAVE
THE MAN WHO WENT TOO FAR
THE CAT
GAVON’S EVE
THE DUST-CLOUD
THE SHOOTINGS AT ACHNALEISH
THE BUS-CONDUCTOR
THE HOUSE WITH THE BRICK-KILN
OUTSIDE THE DOOR
HOW FEAR DEPARTED FROM THE LONG GALLERY
THE CONFESSION OF CHARLES LINKWORTH
THE ROOM IN THE TOWER
CATERPILLARS
BETWEEN THE LIGHTS
THE TERROR BY NIGHT
THE OTHER BED
THE CHINA BOWL
THE PASSENGER
THE APE
THROUGH
THURSDAY EVENINGS
THE PSYCHICAL MALLARDS
MRS AMWORTH
THE GARDENER
THE HORROR-HORN
"AND THE DEAD SPAKE..."
NEGOTIUM PERAMBULANS
IN THE TUBE
MR. TILLY’S SEANCE
THE CASE OF FRANK HAMPDEN
MRS. ANDREWS’S CONTROL
THE DEATH WARRANT
MACHAON
AT THE FARMHOUSE
INSCRUTABLE DECREES
THE THING IN THE HALL
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425 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 3, 2013
“But why you go ghost-seeking I cannot imagine,” he said, “because your teeth were chattering and your eyes starting out of your head all the rime you were there, from sheer fright.”
“Or do you like being frightened?”
Hugh, though generally intelligent, is dense in certain ways; this is one of them.
“Why, of course, I like being frightened,” I said. “I want to be made to creep and creep and creep. Fear is the most absorbing and luxurious of emotions. One forgets all else if one is afraid.”
(The Bus-Conductor)
“Church-Peveril is a house so beset and frequented by spectres, both visible and audible, that none of the family which it shelters under its acre and a half of green copper roofs takes psychical phenomena with any seriousness. For to the Peverils the appearance of a ghost is a matter of hardly greater significance than is the appearance of the post to those who live in more ordinary houses.”
“And the silence I knew would always be broken by Mrs. Stone saying to me, ‘Jack will show you your room: I have given you the room in the tower.’”
“Then I knew that my conjecture had been right: there was something awful in the room, and with the terror of nightmare growing swiftly and enveloping me, I awoke in a spasm of terror.”
“She was always cheery and jolly; she was interested in everything, and in music, in gardening, in games of all sorts was a competent performer. Everybody (with one exception) liked her, everybody felt her to bring with her the tonic of a sunny day.”