Zoé’s Revenge by Alexander Huth

A strong tale of the supernatural.

Author: Alexander Huth (Dryasdust; M.Y. Halidom)
Published: 1908
Language: English
Wordcount: 74,294 / 210 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 75.5
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 2,455
Added to site: 2010.09.11
mnybks.net#: 28975
Genres: Horror, Occult

‘After, after?’ said the inspector, impatiently stamping his foot.

‘Well, Mr. Inspector, I left my home, my wife and children, and here I am; and hearing of the great reward offered for–‘

‘Well, come to the point, confound it all!’ said the Inspector.

‘Well, Mr. Inspector, as I was passing through the Bois de Boulogne I felt very tired, for I had been walking for hours, so I sat down on one of those circular seats built round the bole of a tree. There were two gentlemen, with their backs to me, already there, engaged in earnest conversation. They did not see me as I approached, for the tree was in the way, but I saw them clearly enough and could distinguish every word they uttered.’

‘How were they dressed?’ enquired the official.

‘Oh, they were real gentlemen; there could be no doubt about that! One was young and thin and good looking, with light hair and moustache; and he wore a white waistcoat, and a black coat with a bit of red ribbon in front of it.’

‘Ha! the

The Thing on the Doorstep by H.P. Lovecraft

Author: H.P. Lovecraft
Published: 1937
Language: English
Wordcount: 11,001 / 30 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 57.5
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 14,971
Added to site: 2006.03.11
mnybks.net#: 13125
Genres: Horror, Post-1930, Short Story


It was after the first year that people began talking about the change in Edward Derby. It was very casual talk, for the change was purely psychological; but it brought up some interesting points. Now and then, it seemed Edward was observed to wear an expression and to do things wholly incompatible with his usual flabby nature. For example – although in the old days he could not drive a car, he was now seen occasionally to dash into or out of the old Crowninshield driveway with Asenath’s powerful Packard, handling it like a master, and meeting traffic entanglements with a skill and determination utterly alien to his accustomed nature. In such cases he seemed always to be just back from some trip or just starting on one – what sort of trip, no one could guess, although he mostly favoured the Innsmouth road.

Oddly, the metamorphosis did not seem altogether pleasing. People said he looked too much like his wife, or like old Ephraim Waite himself, in these moments – or perhaps these moment

Cold Ghost by Chester S. Geier

Author: Chester S. Geier
Published: 1948
Language: English
Wordcount: 5,745 / 24 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 83.5
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 4,978
Added to site: 2010.06.05
mnybks.net#: 28038
Origin: gutenberg.org

Genres: Short Story, Post-1930, Horror

ly unmarked. It was very obvious that he had died of illness. There couldn’t possibly be any suspicions.

Then Hager recalled the threat Cahill had made before dying. Cahill had promised revenge, but there was nothing he could do now. Hager shrugged the memory away. The dead were dead. They could do no harm.

Hager now lost no time in reaching Moose Gulch. He drove the dogs relentlessly, trotting behind the sled. Elation gave him a strength that took him easily over the miles.

A short time before he entered the settlement it began to snow again. Hager was pleased. The snow would cover up the tracks he had left in the event that Art Maddox did any snooping.

He went directly to the doctor’s home, carrying the body of Cahill inside. He cleverly played the part of a man reluctant to believe that his partner had died.

“Isn’t there something you can do, Doc?” he asked anxiously. “Maybe it isn’t too late.”

The other straightened from his examination of Cahill and shook his whi

The Thing in the Upper Room by Arthur Morrison

Author: Arthur Morrison
Published: 1934
Language: English
Wordcount: 3,579 / 10 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 83.2
LoC Category: PN

Downloads: 2,328
Added to site: 2007.11.12
mnybks.net#: 18995
Genres: Horror, Short Story, Post-1930

morning, possibly by a homicidal maniac, and stabbed again and again with inconceivable fury. No arrest had been made.

Attwater pushed the paper way: “Pah!” he said; “I don’t like it. I’m a bit off colour, and I was dreaming horribly all last night; though why this should remind me of it I can’t guess. But it’s no cure for the blues, this!”

“No,” replied his friend heartily; “we’ll get that upstairs, for here we are, on the quay. A bottle of the best Burgundy on the list and the best dinner they can do–that’s your physic. Come!”

It was a good prescription, indeed. Attwater’s friend was cheerful and assiduous, and nothing could have bettered the dinner. Attwater found himself reflecting that indulgence in the blues was a poor pastime, with no better excuse than a bad night’s rest. And last night’s dinner in comparison with this! Well, it was enough to have spoiled his sleep, that one-franc-fifty dinner.

Attwater left La Perouse as gay as his friend. They had sat late, and now ther

Worms of the Earth by Robert E. Howard

First appeared in Weird Tales, November 1932.

Author: Robert E. Howard
Published: 1932
Language: English
Wordcount: 12,222 / 34 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 90.1
LoC Category: PZ

Downloads: 6,348
Added to site: 2007.05.30
mnybks.net#: 17141
Genres: Horror, Post-1930

Rome. What his name or his rank, I do not know. I do not care. He might have been a faithful unknown warrior of mine, he might have been an outlaw. I only know that he was mine; the first scents he knew were the scents of the heather; the first light he saw was the sunrise on the Pictish hills. He belonged to me, not to Rome. If punishment was just, then none but me should have dealt it. If he were to be tried, none but me should have been his judge. The same blood flowed in our veins; the same fire maddened our brains; in infancy we listened to the same old tales, and in youth we sang the same old songs. He was bound to my heartstrings, as every man and every woman and every child of Pictland is bound. It was mine to protect him; now it is mine to avenge him.”

“But in the name of the gods, Bran,” expostulated the wizard, “take your vengeance in another way! Return to the heather–mass your warriors–join with Cormac and his Gaels, and spread a sea of blood and flame the length of the great Wall!”

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Author: Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Published: 1899
Language: English
Wordcount: 5,983 / 26 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 85
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 23,757
mnybks.net#: 2860
Origin: gutenberg.org

Genres: Short Story, Women’s Studies, Horror

h easier than a baby, you see.

Of course I never mention it to them any more–I am too wise,–but I keep watch of it all the same.

There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.

Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.

It is always the same shape, only very numerous.

And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern. I don’t like it a bit. I wonder–I begin to think–I wish John would take me away from here!

It is so hard to talk with John about my case, because he is so wise, and because he loves me so.

But I tried it last night.

It was moonlight. The moon shines in all around just as the sun does.

I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly, and always comes in by one window or another.

John was asleep and I hated to waken him, so I kept still and watched the moonlight on that undulating wall-paper till I felt creepy.

The faint figure behind seemed to sh

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H.P. Lovecraft

Author: H.P. Lovecraft
Published: 1941
Language: English
Wordcount: 51,211 / 146 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 34
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 26,102
Added to site: 2006.03.11
mnybks.net#: 13126
Genres: Horror, Post-1930

successive Gaol Lane and King Street of other periods – he would look upward to the east and see the arched flight of steps to which the highway had to resort in climbing the slope, and downward to the west, glimpsing the old brick colonial schoolhouse that smiles across the road at the ancient Sign of Shakespeare’s Head where the Providence Gazette and Country-Journal was printed before the Revolution. Then came the exquisite First Baptist Church of 1775, luxurious with its matchless Gibbs steeple, and the Georgian roofs and cupolas hovering by. Here and to the southward the neighbourhood became better, flowering at last into a marvellous group of early mansions; but still the little ancient lanes led off down the precipice to the west, spectral in their many-gabled archaism and dipping to a riot of iridescent decay where the wicked old water-front recalls its proud East India days amidst polyglot vice and squalor, rotting wharves, and blear-eyed ship-chandleries, with such surviving alley names as Packet, B

Castle of Terror by E.J. Liston

What strange dimension was this where giants, gangsters, Lucretia Borgia, dwarfs and Rip Van Winkle lived at the same time?

Author: E.J. Liston
Published: 1948
Language: English
Wordcount: 7,828 / 29 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 84
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 7,872
Added to site: 2010.06.19
mnybks.net#: 28206
Origin: gutenberg.org

Genres: Short Story, Horror, Post-1930

ndicular walls of the castle, trumpets sounded and mailed guards ran to appointed places at the castle’s entrance. The beautiful creature nodded in acknowledgment of their salute as she stepped past them, Jenkins at her side and the eight bodyguards, two abreast, walking behind. Thus they proceeded up the long and narrow courtyard through another entrance, and into an inner courtyard which preceded the entrance hall proper to the castle.

Things happened at a greater pace from then on. At her signal men came forward, took Jenkins with them and, from then until his return to the woman, he was bathed, shaved, and dressed in a wondrously brocaded gown. When he returned, it was to find her in the immense banquet hall.

She motioned him forward and bade him sit at her right. His eyes went wide when he saw who was at her left–Griffin. And dressed in a gown similar to his own.

“Hi, chum,” Griffin said. “Nice layout, huh?”

“I like him,” Lucretia said, as she signalled for the food to be bro