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The Amputated Arms

The Amputated Arms - story

Vilhelm Bergsøe

It happened when I was about eighteen or nineteen years old (began Dr. Simsen). I was studying at the University, and being coached in anatomy by my old friend Solling. He was an amusing fellow,…

Napoleon and the Spectre

Napoleon and the Spectre - story

Charlotte Brontë

Well, as I was saying, the Emperor got into bed. “Chevalier,” says he to his valet, “let down those window-curtains, and shut the casement before you leave the room.” Chevalier did as he was told,…

The Marble Child

The Marble Child - story

Edith Nesbit

All over the pavement of the church spread the exaggerated cross-hatching of the old pews’ oak, a Smithfield market of intersecting lines such as children made with cards in the old days when kings and…

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…

The Feather Pillow

The Feather Pillow - story

Horacio Quiroga

Alicia’s entire honeymoon gave her hot and cold shivers. A blonde, angelic, and timid young girl, the childish fancies she had dreamed about being a bride had been chilled by her husband’s rough character. She…

A Child

A Child - story

Erika Olahová

She had been married for five years – and still nothing. Her relatives felt pity and compassion for her; it was not usual for women to be barren in her large family, where children had…

The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart - story

Edgar Allan Poe

True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute….

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…

The Fall of the House of Usher

The Fall of the House of Usher - story

Edgar Allan Poe

“Son coeur est un luth suspendu;  Sitôt qu’on le touche il rèsonne.” – De Béranger. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung…

One Too Many

One Too Many - story

Emiliano Monge

Someone, probably the ticket inspector, told him that his was the only suitcase. No one else was going to Alquila today. There’s no way it can get lost. But Hernández insisted on taking it with…