Virgil Hoyt, a photographer’s assistant up at St. Paul, had a whimsical view of the world, and he did not like to be bothered with anything disagreeable. That is the reason that he loathes and detests going to a house of mourning to photograph a corpse. The horribly bad taste of it offends him partly, and… Read More »A Dead Woman’s Picture
Several men were gathered near the bar discussing the tidings that Walter Stedman, a laborer on Albert Kelsey’s ranch, had assaulted and murdered his employer’s daughter.
One evening about eight months ago I met with some college comrades at the lodgings of our friend Louis R. We drank punch and smoked, talked of literature and art, and made jokes like any other company of young men. Suddenly the door flew open, and one who had been my friend since boyhood burst in like a hurricane.
One night I had been invited to the house of a friend, who was a great believer in the manifestations from the unseen world, and who had asked for my special edification a well–known trance medium. ‘A pretty as well as heaven-gifted girl, whom you will be sure to like, I know’ he said as he asked me.
A painter acquires an old portrait, hoping to salvage the frame for his own work. But when he scrapes down the painting, he encounters a vampire.
A young traveler takes a room in a remote cottage and falls in love with the owner’s strangely-compelling daughter.
A man is bound and cast into a pit by the Inquisition, and soon realizes that a deadly blade is slowly descending upon him.
A shopkeeper gets an unpleasant shock when a physician drops his black bag.
There is a story the Colorado River guides sometimes tell about a haunted canyon where the spirits don’t like intruders after dark.
It was a funny time of night to be checking out old houses. I was pretty sure Alec was more interested in chasing ghosts than in real estate!
I don’t know what exactly draws me back to Sachs Bridge each time I visit Gettysburg. I just know that I feel compelled to drive there and take pictures.
At first she didn’t realize it was a dream. The party was crowded, the guests cheerful. Then a rumor began to circulate. The Devil was coming to the party…
An enemy lures Fortunato into the catacombs of his home, and buries him alive.
The cries of a black cat haunt a murderer after he conceals his wife’s corpse.
