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The Haunted Hotel -  A Mystery of Modern Venice

The Haunted Hotel - A Mystery of Modern Venice

by Wilkie Collins

Wilkie Collins's ghost story was set in 1860 and published in book form with 'My Lady's Money'.  It was dedicated to his friends Mr and Mrs Sebastian Schlesinger.  Apart from supernatural elements, the story contains detective procedures and an insurance fraud relying on substituted identity that anticipates the later Blind Love (1890).&n..

Jean Craig Grows Up

Jean Craig Grows Up

by Kay Lyttleton

The three at the end of the room paid no attention. Tommy was so absorbed in trying to see over Doris’ shoulder that he didn’t realize he was losing his balance. Perched on the back of the chair, he suddenly toppled over and landed squarely in Doris’ lap. With all the dignity of the eleven-year-old that he was, he picked himself up and resumed his ..

A Warning to the Curious, and Other Ghost Stories

A Warning to the Curious, and Other Ghost Stories

by Montague Rhodes James

The point of agreement was, of course, somewhere between the two, it does not matter exactly where—I think sixty guineas. But half-an-hour later the object was being packed, and within an hour Mr Dillet had called for it in his car and driven away. Mr Chittenden, holding the cheque in his hand, saw him off from the door with smiles, and returned, s..

The Ghost in the Red Shirt

The Ghost in the Red Shirt

by B. M. Bower

The proper way to begin this story would be to assure the reader, first of all, that I have never believed in ghosts; that is the way ghost-stories usually begin, I think. Also, I should say that what I am about to relate is perfectly true—but I won’t begin it like that. As a matter of fact, I don’t care much whether you believe me or not, and I al..

Over the Wire

Over the Wire

by Eugene Jones

Snow and ice on that mountain. Nothing but snow. The wind drove it with a howl against the windows, where it stuck on the warm panes. Sometimes I could just make out the blur of the semaphore lights and sometimes I couldn’t. All day the blizzard had dumped its swirling load about us, and now, when night closed down, the storm took the tower in its ..