From the back of the book:
"There on the wall beyond the door was a shadow--misshapen, hulking, hunchbacked, with long apelike arms. The head was huge, the hair wild, the face hooknosed and chinless. It moved; yet no solid object existed to cast such a shadow! Frozen with terror, Ponson watched the hideous form move along the wall toward the bed. Then it vanished, the bed-springs creaked, and a depression appeared on the mattress. Someone he could not see was lying on his bed!"
More than 25 stories of ancient castles, decrepit inns, old and new townhouses, and cozy cottages in the country that all have one thing in common: Through them stalk a spectral array of spirits of the dead--people and animals doomed by fate to haunt the places they knew in life.
"There on the wall beyond the door was a shadow--misshapen, hulking, hunchbacked, with long apelike arms. The head was huge, the hair wild, the face hooknosed and chinless. It moved; yet no solid object existed to cast such a shadow! Frozen with terror, Ponson watched the hideous form move along the wall toward the bed. Then it vanished, the bed-springs creaked, and a depression appeared on the mattress. Someone he could not see was lying on his bed!"
More than 25 stories of ancient castles, decrepit inns, old and new townhouses, and cozy cottages in the country that all have one thing in common: Through them stalk a spectral array of spirits of the dead--people and animals doomed by fate to haunt the places they knew in life.
