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HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION DAY 14: ‘Annabel Lee’ by Edgar Allan Poe
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
–Edgar Allan Poe (Annabel Lee)
FAIRY TALE HORROR: Thomas Swafford’s “Showing Gratitude”
“Writhing, fighting with all he had left, Josef gasped out his question under the weight of the werewolf, “What do you mean?”–Thomas Swafford (Showing Gratitude: It’s Always Good to Demonstrate Appreciation)
The Skull & Bones Collection: Thomas Swafford’s “Rubbed The Wrong Way”
“It was like something out of an apocalyptic movie. The only cars to be seen were parked. The streets were completely empty, not a person was in sight. “Has there been a disaster?” she said out loud.”—Thomas Swafford (Rubbed the Wrong Way: Put Some Thought Into Your Wish)
Nightmare Horror Tales: Clark Ashton Smith’s “From the Crypts of Memory”
“And one by one we died and were lost in the dust of accumulated time. We knew the years as a passing of shadows, and death itself as the yielding of twilight unto night.”—Clark Ashton Smith (From the Crypts of Memory)
The Most Horrific Haunted House Novel: Jeffrey LeBlanc’s “Hell’s Forge” (PROLOGUE)
Long were the mansion’s mysteries, horrendous were its horrors, and vague were the details of the missing and presumed dead across the mansion grounds. For the past, and the forgetful dead had now hidden much of the sinister, and fogged the memory of the evil that had scorched the manor with a more devious name—Hell’s Forge. Jeffrey LeBlanc (Hell’s Forge)
The Best Werewolf Tales Episode 5: C.M. Eddy Jr & H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Ghost-Eater”
The ascending succession of horror was fast paralyzing my will and consciousness, for the eyes that now glared toward me from that hellish head were the grey phosphorescent eyes of my host as they had peered at me through the darkness of the kitchen. —C.M. Eddy & H.P. Lovecraft (The Ghost-Eater)
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