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  A Reminiscence of Dr Samuel Johnson

  H.P. Lovecraft

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  "A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson" is a short story written in 1917 by American horror fiction writer H. P. Lovecraft. It was first published in the September 1917 issue of the United Amateur, under the pseudonym Humphrey Littlewit, Esq.The story is a spoof of Lovecraft's antiquarian affectations. Littlewit, the narrator, is born August 20, 1690–200 years to the day before Lovecraft's birthdate—making him nearly 228 years old as he writes a memoir.Critic Daniel Harms writes, "While not one of the most inspired of his pieces, it at least shows that HPL realized his pretensions... of being an older, cultured gentleman of an earlier era, and could make fun of himself."

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  Dark Across the Bay

  Ania Ahlborn

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  In the vein of John MacDonald's Cape Fear, Ahlborn takes the classic stalker tale and updates it for the modern era. 
   
   
   
  The house sits stoic and slightly askew off the coast of Raven's Head. Its off-kilter windows are both charming and disorienting, its walls of overstuffed bookshelves both comforting and claustrophobic. When Leo and Lark Parrish arrive at their vacation home with their parents, their mother's idea of a quintessential Maine getaway seems like both a blessing and a curse. Lark—a novice novelist—can't wait to find inspiration at the end of a fog-entombed pier. And while being trapped in a house with no means of escape is the last thing Leo would consider a good time—especially with parents on the precipice of divorce—he can't help but wonder if maybe the change of scenery will help him shake off the chains of sadness brought on by the death of his closest friend. 
   
   
   
  But what starts off as a relatively benign family trip quickly turns menacing. Leo finds himself face-to-face with what feels like his best friend reaching out from beyond the grave, and only hours after they arrive, Lark begins to receive sinister texts. And then they both see it: someone lurking in the shadows of their rental home. Someone who has been expecting them despite the Parrishes being a thousand miles from home.

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  The Mezzotint

  M. R. James

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  A picture that changes. A scholar who watches. A nightmare unfolding one shadow at a time.
  Forget jump scares—this is horror in its most refined form. The Mezzotint is a slow-burn classic where dread creeps in like fog and nothing is ever quite as it seems. M. R. James delivers a ghost story that gets under your skin—and stays there. Mysterious, unsettling, and quietly terrifying.

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  Lakeborn

  Victoria Larque

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  Eyes as deep as the bottom of her lake. A heart as wide and alive as the forest surrounding it. A voice as soft as the wind rustling through trees and as melodic as waves on pebbled ground. A power that is rooted within her very soul, the soul of her lake. She passes time flipping stones and dipping her toes. She has never asked for anything but peace. This is her lake. The lake of dreams, the lake of truth, the lake of life. And she will do anything to defend it.

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  Fall Out - Fall out of part 1

  Rachel Lawson

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  revised edition 
  "There you are Doctor, we were looking everywhere for you. We have another job for you," an orderly said. 
  "For heaven's sake don't beat around the bush!" Grumbled the Doctor. 
  "Another freshy for you!" said the orderly. 
  "Please refrain from referring to them as freshies call them a dead person!" hissed the doctor. 
  "Ok another dead person!" said the orderly. 
  "Take me to them," the doctor demanded. 
  "Doctor Death has come to do his job," announced the orderly to the nervous nurse inside the room with the body. 
  "I'm a coroner, not Doctor Death," said the Doctor entering the room. 
  "So sorry!" a reaper said walking out of the room. The doctor ran to the bedside of the dead person. 
  "Oh my god no," the doctor said weeping tears of blue electric fire which crystalized betraying his inhumanity to his colleagues. 
  "Blue Midnight is Doctor Death!" cried the orderly. 
  "Really, Sherlock how didn't you know!" said Blake crying, 
  "I was called here by my son because my wife was critical!" 
  "I just told him about his wife's death! Hey! That's your job telling people their relatives are dead!" the orderly moaned. 
  "I'll do you the same favor one day!" snarled Blake.

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  H P Lovecraft: The Colour Out of...

  H.P. Lovecraft

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  “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” This creepy horror story is one of the best written by Lovecraft in my opinion. What unknown being is lurking out there? What entity arrived in that meteor? Never described exactly, yet he manages to let your own imagination smell and taste it in this story.

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