Found 330 results for "Haunted houses in fiction"
by Shirley Jackson
NO LIVE organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are...
by Wilkie Collins
In the year 1860, the reputation of Doctor Wybrow as a London physician reached its highest point.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
HALFWAY DOWN A bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, f...
by Christopher Morley
IF YOU are ever in Brooklyn, that borough of superb sunsets and magnificent vistas of husband-propelled baby-carriages, ...
by Henry David Thoreau
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in ...
by George Orwell
THE Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
by George R. R. Martin
“We should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them.
by Charles Dickens, Groth
MOST PEOPLE in the publishing and education industries agree that there are some books that everyone should read.
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by Ovid
The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...
by Όμηρος
AN ANGRY MAN-THERE IS MY STORY: THE BITTER RANcour of Achilles, prince of the house of Peleus, which brought a thousand ...
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
by George R. R. Martin
The comet's tail spread across the dawn, a red slash that bled above the crags of Dragonstone like a wound in the pink a...
by Ann Radcliffe
On the pleasant banks of the Garonne, in the province of Gascony, stood, in the year 1584, the chateau of Monsieur St. A...
by Charles Dickens
MARLEY was dead, to begin with.
by Chuck Palahniuk
When the bus pulls to the corner where Comrade Snarky had agreed to wait, she stands there in an army-surplus flak jacke...