by Zane Grey. Originally Published in Tales Of Lonely Trails, 1922. Two men brave the perils of Death Valley in search of riches! Of the five hundred and fifty-seven thousand square miles of desert land in the Southwest, Death Valley is the lowest below sea level, the most arid and desolate. It derives its felicitous name from the earliest days of the gold strike in California, when a caravan of Mormons, numbering about seventy, struck out from Salt Lake, to cross the Mojave Desert and make a short cut to the gold fields. All but two of these prospectors perished in the deep, iron-walled, Continue reading


by B. From Magdalene College Magazine, December 1913. The mummified remains of a pious man are disturbed, and he isn't happy! The year was 1754, the month October. The Chapel at Magdalene had been undergoing renovation all the summer, at the hands of the ingenious Mr Collins, of Clare Hall - indeed, since the beginning of the Easter Term the College services had been held in St Giles' Church adjacent. ~ 2 ~ Mr Dobree the Bursar, a big bluff man, was pacing in the Court in the autumn sunshine. Some workmen were carrying planks and poles out of the doorway of the Chapel staircase. The Bursar's Continue reading


by William Hope Hodgson. Originally Published in The Idler, February 1910. Thomas Carnacki, the famous Investigator of "real" ghost stories, tells here the results of his peculiar and weird investigations in The House Among The Laurels. "This is a curious yarn that I am going to tell you," said Carnacki, as after a quiet little dinner we made ourselves comfortable in his cosy dining-room. "I have just got back from the West of Ireland," he continued. "Wentworth, a friend of mine, has lately had rather an unexpected legacy, in the shape of a large estate and manor, about a mile and a half Continue reading


by Mary Shelley. Originally Published in The Keepsake, 1829. Years after the murder of his wife, Dmitri of the Evil Eye decides to take revenge on his privileged younger brother! The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee, With shawl-girt head, and ornamented gun, And gold-embroider'd garments, fair to see; The crimson-scarfed man of Macedon.--Lord Byron.[*] [* Childe Harold II. lviii] The Moreot, Katusthius Ziani, travelled wearily, and in fear of its robber-inhabitants, through the pashalik of Yannina; yet he had no cause for dread. Did he arrive, tired and hungry, in a solitary village--did he Continue reading


by Roswell Brown. Originally Published in The Shadow, December 1, 1934. Gangster guns killed Grace Culver's father, but they could not kill the detective spirit which was a part of the Culver blood! "And the double chocolate soda goes where?" the blonde waitress demanded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other with a swinging movement of the hips. She balanced a trayful of soda and shortcake expertly, her china blue eyes staring off into the distance. Grace Culver had been making a snake out of the paper wrapper from her soda straw. She looked up quickly, with a gleam in her eyes as Continue reading


by Paul Chadwick. Originally Published in Ten Detective Aces April 1933. The night glowed purple! From the black vault of the heavens came a hissing ball of purple light. As if possessing uncanny human intelligence, it rocketed straight for the victim it had marked. The police were helpless before that sinister sphere of Doctor Zero's. And now, Wade Hammond, explorer and criminal investigator, had stepped into the eerie glow of the Purple Peril. CHAPTER I DEATH'S MESSENGER "WHAT'S that?" Detective O'Conner's voice was a nasal bleat. His eyes bulged under the brim of his soft felt hat. His Continue reading


by Arthur C. Clarke . from Ten Story Fantasy, Spring 1951. Explorers make an astounding discovery on the Moon! The next time you see the full moon high in the south, look carefully at its right-hand edge and let your eye travel upward along the curve of the disk. Round about two o'clock you will notice a small, dark oval: anyone with normal eyesight can find it quite easily. It is the great walled plain, one of the finest on the Moon, known as the Mare Crisium-the Sea of Crises. Three hundred miles in diameter, and almost completely surrounded by a ring of magnificent mountains, it had never Continue reading


by George Sterling . from Popular Magazine, Feb. 1, 1914. Two Pleistocene Age children are menaced by a ferocious saber-toothed tiger.   IN the late afternoon of a summer day in the year three hundred thousand (circa) B.C., a boy and a girl were squatted on the limb of a huge tree overlooking a path of a dense and somber forest. They faced in opposite directions, one up and one down the wood trail below them, and kept each a hand upon a large, smooth rock poised on the wide limb that they shared. This rock was of a size patently beyond their ability to have lifted to its position. Continue reading


by Arthur Conan Doyle. Originally Published in The Strand MagazineOctober, 1891. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson board a train to Boscombe Valley to investigate the murder of a local landowner! We were seated at breakfast one morning, my wife and I, when the maid brought in a telegram. It was from Sherlock Holmes and ran in this way: “Have you a couple of days to spare? Have just been wired for from the west of England in connection with Boscombe Valley tragedy. Shall be glad if you will come with me. Air and scenery perfect. Leave Paddington by the 11:15.” “What do you say, Continue reading


by Robert E. Howard. Originally Published in Weird Tales #9, January 1927. Cororuc saves a wolf from a panther but is captured and held prisoner by the intended victim's clan! Cororuc glanced about him and hastened his pace. He was no coward, but he did not like the place. Tall trees rose all about, their sullen branches shutting out the sunlight. The dim trail led in and out among them, sometimes skirting the edge of a ravine, where Cororuc could gaze down at the treetops beneath. Occasionally, through a rift in the forest, he could see away to the forbidding hills that hinted of the ranges Continue reading