50 Masterpieces of Occult & Supernatural Fiction Vol. 1

Charles Dickens, Henry James, Montague Rhodes James, Mary Shelley, Edith Nesbit, H.P. Lovecraft, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Cynthia Asquith, E. F. Benson, Ambrose Bierce, Algernon Blackwood, A. M. Burrage, Robert W. Chambers, Irvin S. Cobb, F. Marion Crawford, Ulric Daubeny, Arthur Conan Doyle, Lord Dunsany, Amelia B.

• Publisher: KTHTK
• Year: 2020
• eBook ISBN: 9789897788932
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Literary Collections
• Index: Literature

This volume contains the following 50 works, arranged alphabetically by authors' last names: Asquith, Cynthia: "The Corner Shop"Benson, E. F.: "Caterpillars"Benson, E. F.: "The Face"Bierce, Ambrose: "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge"Bierce, Ambrose: "The Middle Toe of the Right Foot"Blackwood, Algernon: "The Willows"Bowen, Marjorie: "Scoured Silk"Braddon, M. E.: "The Shadow in the Corner"Burke, Thomas: "The Hands of Mr. Ottermole"Burrage, A. M.: "Smee"Burrage, A. M.: "The Sweeper"Chambers, Robert W.: "The Repairer of Reputations"Cobb, Irvin S.: "Fishhead"Crawford, F. Marion: "The Screaming Skull"Daubeny, Ulric: "The Sumach"Dickens, Charles: "The Signal-Man"Doyle, Arthur Conan: "The Case of Lady Sannox"Dunsany, Lord: "Distressing Tale of Thangobrind the Jeweler"Edwards: Amelia B.: "The Four-Fifteen Express"Edwards, Amelia B.: "The Phantom Coach"Freeman, Mary E. Wilkins: "Luella Miller"Freeman, Mary E. Wilkins: "The Shadows on the Wall"Harvey, W. F.: "Across the Moors"Harvey, W. F.: "The Beast with Five Fingers"Hawthorne, Nathaniel: "The Ambitious Guest"Hawthorne, Nathaniel: "Young Goodman Brown"Hichens, Robert: "How Love Came to Professor Guildea"Hodgson, William Hope: "The Shamraken Homeward-Bounder"Jacobs, W. W.: "The Monkey's Paw"James, Henry: "The Turn of the Screw"James, M. R.: "Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad"James, M. R.: "The Treasure of Abbot Thomas"Kafka, Franz: "In the Penal Colony"Keller, David H.: "The Thing in the Cellar"Kuttner, Henry: "The Graveyard Rats"Le Fanu, J. Sheridan: "Carmilla"Lovecraft, H. P.: "At the Mountains of Madness"Lovecraft, H. P.: "The Shadow Over Innsmouth"Lovecraft, H. P.: "The Call of Cthulhu"Machen, Arthur: "The Great God Pan"Nesbit, Edith: "The Shadow"O'Sullivan, Vincent: "When I Was Dead"Poe, Edgar Allan: "The Pit and the Pendulum"Poe, Edgar Allan: "The Tell-Tale Heart"Preston, Guy: "The Inn"Ronan, Margaret: "Finger Finger"Saki: "Gabriel-Ernest"Saki: "The Open Window"Steele, Wilbur Daniel: "The Woman at Seven Brothers"Stevenson, Robert Louis: "The Body-Snatcher"

James, Henry: “The Turn of the Screw”

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Prologue

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be, I remember no comment uttered till somebody happened to say that it was the only case he had met in which such a visitation had fallen on a child. The case, I may mention, was that of an apparition in just such an old house as had gathered us for the occasion — an appearance, of a dreadful kind, to a little boy sleeping in the room with his mother and waking her up in the terror of it; waking her not to dissipate his dread and soothe him to sleep again, but to encounter also, herself, before she had succeeded in doing so, the same sight that had shaken him. It was this observation that drew from Douglas — not immediately, but later in the evening — a reply that had the interesting consequence to which I call attention. Someone else told a story not particularly effective, which I saw he was not following. This I took for a sign that he had himself something to produce and that we should only have to wait. We waited in fact till two nights later; but that same evening, before we scattered, he brought out what was in his mind.

“I quite agree — in regard to Griffin’s ghost, or whatever it was — that its appearing first to the little boy, at so tender an age, adds a particular touch. But it’s not the first occurrence of its charming kind that I know to have involved a child. If the child gives the effect another turn of the screw, what do you say to TWO children —?”

“We say, of course,” somebody exclaimed, “that they give two turns! Also that we want to hear about them.”

I can see Douglas there before the fire, to which he had got up to present his back, looking down at his interlocutor with his hands in his pockets. “Nobody but me, till now, has ever heard. It’s quite too horrible.” This, naturally, was declared by several voices to give the thing the utmost price, and our friend, with quiet art, prepared his triumph by turning his eyes over the rest of us and going on: “It’s beyond everything. Nothing at all that I know touches it.”

“For sheer terror?” I remember asking.

He seemed to say it was not so simple as that; to be really at a loss how to qualify it. He passed his hand over his eyes, made a little wincing grimace. “For dreadful — dreadfulness!”

“Oh, how delicious!” cried one of the women.

He took no notice of her; he looked at me, but as if, instead of me, he saw what he spoke of. “For general uncanny ugliness and horror and pain.”

“Well then,” I said, “just sit right down and begin.”

He turned round to the fire, gave a kick to a log, watched it an instant. Then as he faced us again: “I can’t begin. I shall have to send to town.” There was a unanimous groan at this, and much reproach; after which, in his preoccupied way, he explained. “The story’s written. It’s in a locked drawer — it has not been out for years. I could write to my man and enclose the key; he could send down the packet as he finds it.” It was to me in particular that he appeared to propound this — appeared almost to appeal for aid not to hesitate. He had broken a thickness of ice, the formation of many a winter; had had his reasons for a long silence. The others resented postponement, but it was just his scruples that charmed me. I adjured him to write by the first post and to agree with us for an early hearing; then I asked him if the experience in question had been his own. To this his answer was prompt. “Oh, thank God, no!”

“And is the record yours? You took the thing down?”

“Nothing but the impression. I took that HERE” — he tapped his heart. “I’ve never lost it.”

“Then your manuscript —?”

“Is in old, faded ink, and in the most beautiful hand.” He hung fire again. “A woman’s. She has been dead these twenty years. She sent me the pages in question before she died.” They were all listening now, and of course there was somebody to be arch, or at any rate to draw the inference. But if he put the inference by without a smile it was also without irritation. “She was a most charming person, but she was ten years older than I. She was my sister’s governess,” he quietly said. “She was the most agreeable woman I’ve ever known in her position; she would have been worthy of any whatever. It was long ago, and this episode was long before. I was at Trinity, and I found her at home on my coming down the second summer. I was much there that year — it was a beautiful one; and we had, in her off-hours, some strolls and talks in the garden — talks in which she struck me as awfully clever and nice. Oh yes; don’t grin: I liked her extremely and am glad to this day to think she liked me, too. If she hadn’t she wouldn’t have told me. She had never told anyone. It wasn’t simply that she said so, but that I knew she hadn’t. I was sure; I could see. You’ll easily judge why when you hear.”

“Because the thing had been such a scare?”

He continued to fix me. “You’ll easily judge,” he repeated: “YOU will.”

I fixed him, too. “I see. She was in love.”

He laughed for the first time. “You ARE acute. Yes, she was in love. That is, she had been. That came out — she couldn’t tell her story without its coming out. I saw it, and she saw I saw it; but neither of us spoke of it. I remember the time and the place — the corner of the lawn, the shade of the great beeches and the long, hot summer afternoon. It wasn’t a scene for a shudder; but oh —!” He quitted the fire and dropped back into his chair.

“You’ll receive the packet Thursday morning?” I inquired.

“Probably not till the second post.”

“Well then; after dinner —”

“You’ll all meet me here?” He looked us round again. “Isn’t anybody going?” It was almost the tone of hope.

“Everybody will stay!”

“I will” — and “I will!” cried the ladies whose departure had been fixed. Mrs. Griffin, however, expressed the need for a little more light. “Who was it she was in love with?”

“The story will tell,” I took upon myself to reply.

“Oh, I can’t wait for the story!”

“The story WON’T tell,” said Douglas; “not in any literal, vulgar way.”

“More’s the pity, then. That’s the only way I ever understand.”

“Won’t YOU tell, Douglas?” somebody else inquired.

He sprang to his feet again. “Yes — tomorrow. Now I must go to bed. Good night.” And quickly catching up a candlestick, he left us slightly bewildered. From our end of the great brown hall we heard his step on the stair; whereupon Mrs. Griffin spoke. “Well, if I don’t know who she was in love with, I know who HE was.”

“She was ten years older,” said her husband.

“Raison de plus — at that age! But it’s rather nice, his long reticence.”

“Forty years!” Griffin put in.

“With this o...

Table of contents

• Asquith, Cynthia: “The Corner Shop”
• Benson, E. F.: “Caterpillars”
• Benson, E. F.: “The Face”
• Bierce, Ambrose: “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge”
• Bierce, Ambrose: “The Middle Toe of the Right Foot”
• Blackwood, Algernon: “The Willows”
• Bowen, Marjorie: “Scoured Silk”
• Braddon, M. E.: “The Shadow in the Corner”
• Burke, Thomas: “The Hands of Mr. Ottermole”
• Burrage, A. M.: “Smee”
• Burrage, A. M.: “The Sweeper”
• Chambers, Robert W.: “The Repairer of Reputations”
• Cobb, Irvin S.: “Fishhead”
• Crawford, F. Marion: “The Screaming Skull”
• Daubeny, Ulric: “The Sumach”
• Dickens, Charles: “The Signal-Man”
• Doyle, Arthur Conan: “The Case of Lady Sannox”
• Dunsany, Lord: “Distressing Tale of Thangobrind the Jeweler”
• Edwards: Amelia B.: “The Four-Fifteen Express”
• Edwards, Amelia B.: “The Phantom Coach”
• Freeman, Mary E. Wilkins: “Luella Miller”
• Freeman, Mary E. Wilkins: “The Shadows on the Wall”
• Harvey, W. F.: “Across the Moors”
• Harvey, W. F.: “The Beast with Five Fingers”
• Hawthorne, Nathaniel: “The Ambitious Guest”
• Hawthorne, Nathaniel: “Young Goodman Brown”
• Hichens, Robert: “How Love Came to Professor Guildea”
• Hodgson, William Hope: “The Shamraken Homeward-Bounder”
• Jacobs, W. W.: “The Monkey’s Paw”
• James, Henry: “The Turn of the Screw”
• James, M. R.: “Oh, Whistle, and I’ll Come to You, My Lad”
• James, M. R.: “The Treasure of Abbot Thomas”
• Kafka, Franz: “In the Penal Colony”
• Keller, David H.: “The Thing in the Cellar”
• Kuttner, Henry: “The Graveyard Rats”
• Le Fanu, J. Sheridan: “Carmilla”
• Lovecraft, H. P.: “At the Mountains of Madness”
• Lovecraft, H. P.: “The Shadow Over Innsmouth”
• Lovecraft, H. P.: “The Call of Cthulhu”
• Machen, Arthur: “The Great God Pan”
• Nesbit, Edith: “The Shadow”
• O’Sullivan, Vincent: “When I Was Dead”
• Poe, Edgar Allan: “The Pit and the Pendulum”
• Poe, Edgar Allan: “The Tell-Tale Heart”
• Preston, Guy: “The Inn”
• Ronan, Margaret: “Finger Finger”
• Saki: “Gabriel-Ernest”
• Saki: “The Open Window”
• Steele, Wilbur Daniel: “The Woman at Seven Brothers”
• Stevenson, Robert Louis: “The Body-Snatcher”