A Haunted House and Other Short Stories (The Original Unabridged Posthumous Edition of 18 Short Stories)

"What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My hands were empty.

lampoon of traditional British values

their light lifts the lids upon my eyes.

The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart

The candle burns stiff and still

Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain

The wind roars up the avenue

Death was the glass; death was between us; coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. "Safe, safe, safe," the pulse of the house beat gladly. "The Treasure yours."

The shadow of a thrush

hum of the threshing machine