The Queer Chair & other Ghost Stories

Chapter 5 one, two, three, four, five. There were five of them.Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit of the Great St. Bernard in Switzerland, looking at the remote heights, stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of red wine had been broached upon the mountain top, […]

Chapter 4 ‘My uncle, gentlemen,’ said the bagman, ‘was one of the merriest, pleasantest, cleverest fellows, that ever lived. I wish you had known him, gentlemen. On second thoughts, gentlemen, I don’t wish you had known him, for if you had, you would have been all, by this time, in the ordinary course of nature,

Chapter 3 In an old abbey town, down in this part of the country, a long, long while ago-so long, that the story must be a true one, because our great-grandfathers implicitly believed it-there officiated as sexton and grave-digger in the churchyard, one Gabriel Grub. It by no means follows that because a man is

Chapter 2 ‘Yes!-a madman’s! How that word would have struck to my heart, many years ago! How it would have roused the terror that used to come upon me sometimes, sending the blood hissing and tingling through my veins, till the cold dew of fear stood in large drops upon my skin, and my knees

Chapter 1 Winter’s evening, about five o’clock, just as it began to grow dusk, a man in a gig might have been seen urging his tired horse along the road which leads across Marlborough Downs, in the direction of Bristol. I say he might have been seen, and I have no doubt he would have