Dark Entries

by Robert Aickman

immediate action of some kind was vital. Exorcism? Or, conceivably, arson?

“It’s extraordinary how frightened one can be,” said Phrynne, “even when one is not directly menaced. It must prove that we all belong to one another, or whatever it is, after all.”

Only the dead fear change. I’m alive, my dear. Really very warm and alive.”

can never be perfectly happy, dearest Ariel, until I know why the view from my window changes all the time, and why it is a different view from all the other rooms I have been in, and why—a lot of other things. Why, Ariel, why?”