Halloween Countdown, Day 11
Are you looking to add a new book to your Halloween reading list? I have a recommendation, a 2011 novel that is well worth your time. It's by Mike A. Lancaster, and it's been released to various markets under the titles
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and
Human.4
. I highly recommend it.
Read my review.
And now, another public service announcement:
Text of the Day: Today's short story is a spooky one: "A Ghoul's Accountant" by Stephen Crane (1871-1900).
Excerpt:
In a wilderness sunlight is noise. Darkness is a great, tremendous silence, accented by small and distant sounds. The music of the wind in the trees is songs of loneliness, hymns of abandonment, and lays of the absence of things congenial and alive.
Once a campfire lay dying in a fit of temper. A few weak flames struggled cholerically among the burned-out logs. Beneath, a mass of angry, red coals glowered and hated the world. Some hemlocks sighed and sung and a wind purred in the grass. The moon was looking through the locked branches at four imperturbable bundles of blankets which lay near the agonized campfire. The fire groaned in its last throes, but the bundles made no sign.
Off in the gloomy unknown a foot fell upon a twig.
Read the complete story.
Download an unabridged narration from Librivox.org.
Read my review.
And now, another public service announcement:
Text of the Day: Today's short story is a spooky one: "A Ghoul's Accountant" by Stephen Crane (1871-1900).
Excerpt:
In a wilderness sunlight is noise. Darkness is a great, tremendous silence, accented by small and distant sounds. The music of the wind in the trees is songs of loneliness, hymns of abandonment, and lays of the absence of things congenial and alive.
Once a campfire lay dying in a fit of temper. A few weak flames struggled cholerically among the burned-out logs. Beneath, a mass of angry, red coals glowered and hated the world. Some hemlocks sighed and sung and a wind purred in the grass. The moon was looking through the locked branches at four imperturbable bundles of blankets which lay near the agonized campfire. The fire groaned in its last throes, but the bundles made no sign.
Off in the gloomy unknown a foot fell upon a twig.
Read the complete story.
Download an unabridged narration from Librivox.org.
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For several years our daughter lived in a house where strange things happened including doors opening and closing by themselves and she decided it was a ghost. It was scaring her young son and so she wrote the ghost a note and told her/him s/he was scaring David and to please not do it anymore. Although strange things continued to happen they stopped happening while David was awake. When she moved out years later she left the ghost a note inviting her/him to come with her - but s/he didn't.
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What an amazing story! I love that she had the foresight and sensibility to write the note: and that this worked! Fascinating. It's incredibly poignant and dear that she'd invite the ghost to move with her, as well. Thank you so much for sharing this story. It will stick with me!
