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“Suppose Jack the Ripper didn’t grow old? Suppose he is still a young man today?

“It’s a crazy theory, I grant you,” he said. “All the theories about the Ripper are crazy. The idea that he was a doctor. Or a maniac. Or a woman. The reasons advanced for such beliefs are flimsy enough. There’s nothing to go by. So why should my notion be any worse?”

“Because people grow older,” I reasoned with him. “Doctors, maniacs, and women alike.”
–Robert Bloch (Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper)

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All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.

We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Haunted Houses)

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True! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.–Edgar Allan Poe (The Tell-Tale Heart)

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“The sun had set Blood Mountain ablaze with evening light. Long shadows stretched across the landscape of the forest. Ancient and mysterious was this mountain in the twilight. Dwindling shimmers of light illuminated briefly a rugged path that winded further and further up into the vastness of hardwoods and hemlock. Oh, how I shivered and glanced uneasily over my shoulder. Growing fear knocked at my chamber door in the growing quiet of this place. Miles behind me lay the nearest ranger’s outpost—thousands of miles ahead of me lay the expanse of the Appalachian Trail.”–Jeffrey LeBlanc

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He spake in wonder, not in fear:
“How walks a man who died?
“Friend of old times, what do ye here,
“Long fallen at my side?”

“Rise up, rise up,” Sir Richard said,
“The hounds of doom are free;
“The slayers come to take your head
“To hang on the ju-ju tree.

“Swift feet press the jungle mud
“Where the shadows are grim and stark,
“And naked men who pant for blood
“Are racing through the dark.”–Robert E Howard (The Return of Sir Richard Grenville)