The 2015 Halloween Horrors MEGAPACK ® by H.B. Fyfe & John Gregory Betancourt & Fritz Leiber & Manly Banister & J. Sheridan

Author:H.B. Fyfe & John Gregory Betancourt & Fritz Leiber & Manly Banister & J. Sheridan [Fyfe, H.B.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: ghost, terror, horror, supernatural, short stories
ISBN: 9781479407637
Publisher: Wildside Press LLC
Published: 2015-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Colvin had finished his story. There was nothing to say. Seven bells stuttered out from the fo’c’sle, and the answering cry wailed through the darkness. I took him downstairs.

“Of course I am much better now, but it is a kindness of you to let me sleep in your cabin.

SPIDER MANSION, by Fritz Leiber

Originally published in Weird Tales, September 1942.

A tremendous splash of lightning gave us our first glimpse of the pillared front of the Old Orne House—a pale Colonial mask framed by wildly whipping leaves. Then, even before the lightning faded, it was blotted out by a solid sheet of muddy water sloshing up against the windshield.

“But I still don’t like midgets,” Helen said for the third time, “and besides—”

Close thunder, like thick metal ripping, drowned out the rest.

“It’s gotten beyond a question of your or my personal taste in heights,” I argued, squinting for a sight of the road between mud splashes. “Sure Malcolm Orne’s a midget, but you don’t know how slippery the road is ahead or how deep those Jersey salt marshes are on either side of it. And no garages or even houses for miles. Too risky, in this storm. Anyway, we figured all along we might visit him on the way. That’s why we took this road.”

“Yes, this lonely, god-forsaken road.” Helen’s voice was as strained and uneasy as her face, pallidly revealed by another lightning flash. “Oh, I know it’s silly of me, but I still feel that—”

Again cracking thunder blanketed het words. Our coupe was progressing by heaves, as if through a gelatinous sea. I spotted the high white posts a little ahead, and swung out for the turn-in.

“Still really want to go on?” I asked.

Maybe it was the third blast of thunder, loudest of the lot that decided her against further argument. She gave me a “You win” look, and even grinned a little, being a much better sport than I probably deserve for a wife.

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