The large publication OF GHOST tales is a lively Black Lizard anthology with over 1000 pages of haunted—and haunting—tales.
The ghost tale is likely to be the oldest of all of the supernatural literary genres and has captured the mind's eye of just about each author to place pen to the web page. right here, Edgar Award-winning editor Otto Penzler has his willing experience of the supernatural to assemble the main chilling and uncanny stories within the canon. those spectral tales span greater than 100 years, from modern day horrors by way of Joyce Carol Oates, Chet Williamson and Andrew Klavan, to pulp yarns from August Derleth, Greye l. a. Spina, and M. L. Humphreys, to the atmospheric Victorian stories of Rudyard Kipling, Edith Wharton, and H. P. Lovecraft, not to point out glossy works via the likes of Donald E. Westlake and Isaac Asimov which are already classics. a few of these tales have haunted the canon for a century, whereas others are making their first ghoulish visual appeal in ebook form. even if you wish possessive poltergeists, lousy apparitions, or pleasant phantoms, those tales are bound to thrill you, tingle the backbone, or tickle the humorous bone, and continue you turning the pages with worried delight.
Including such classics as “The Monkey’s Paw” and “The Open Window” and eerie classic illustrations, and likewise featuring haunted mansions, midnight frights, lovers from past the grave, rapping, tapping, wailing shades, and ghosts, ghouls, and specters galore! AlsoFeaturing haunted mansions, midnight frights, lovers from past the grave, rapping, tapping, wailing shades, and ghosts, ghouls, and specters galore!
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