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The Open Window

The Open Window - story

Saki

“My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel,” said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; “in the meantime you must try and put up with me.” Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something…

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow - story

Washington Irving

Found among the Papers of the Late Diedrich Knickerbocker. A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever…

Grandmother and the Ghosts

Grandmother and the Ghosts - story

Andrzej Stasiuk

My grandmother lived in Podlasie. The house wasn’t in the village itself. The neighborhood was known as “the colony”—scattered farms separated by stands of aspen and avenues of age-old, slender poplars. The cottage stood amid…

There Was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard

There Was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard - story

M.R. James

This, you know, is the beginning of the story about sprites and goblins which Mamilius, the best child in Shakespeare, was telling to his mother the queen, and the court ladies, when the king came…

Séance with the Stasi

Séance with the Stasi - story

Sarah Khan

She was the lady in your neighborhood. You saw her at the supermarket, you saw her in line at the post office. She was like Monday, the day she brought her kid to school, Tuesday,…

The Spirit of Madame de Genlis (A Spiritualistic Occurrence)

The Spirit of Madame de Genlis (A Spiritualistic Occurrence) - story

Nikolai Leskov

“It is sometimes much easier to call up a spirit than to get rid of it.” – A. B. CALMET I The strange adventure I intend to tell took place several years ago, and can now…

In Broad Daylight

In Broad Daylight - story

C. P. Cavafy

I was sitting one evening after supper in St. Stephen’s Casino at Ramleh. My friend Alexander A., who resided in the Casino, had invited me and another young man, an intimate friend of ours, to…

A Strange Christmas Game

A Strange Christmas Game - story

Charlotte Riddell

It was the middle of November when we arrived at Martingdale, and found the place anything but romantic or pleasant. The walks were wet and sodden, the trees were leafless, there were no flowers save…