by Washington Irving. . from The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent 1819. Sleepy Hollow is haunted by a merciless ghost with an unpredictable pattern of choosing its victims and beheading them! FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE LATE DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky. Castle of Indolence.               CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.        In the Continue reading


by Leigh Brackett. Originally Published in Planet Stories February 1942. Falken vowed he'd kill himself before the psycho-search could pick his brain of information about the Unregenerates! Eric Falken stood utterly still, staring down at his leashed and helpless hands on the controls of the spaceship Falcon. The red lights on his indicator panel showed Hiltonist ships in a three-dimensional half-moon, above, behind, and below him. Pincer jaws, closing fast. The animal instinct of escape prodded him, but he couldn't obey. He had fuel enough for one last burst of speed. But there was no way Continue reading


by Gardner F. Fox. Originally Published in Marvel Science Stories Vol. 3 Number 1, Nov. 1950. Was this the end of the universe, or the beginning? CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER I TRENTON WAS dead, legally. He stood in the bare room that was filled with a roseate, diffused light. There was a plain desk and chair in the far corner above a dark maroon rug on the floor. Two richly colored prints hung across the room from him. He twisted the brim of his space cap in nervous fingers. The girl receptionist came through the door and smiled at him. "The Interrogator will Continue reading


by Leigh Brackett. Originally Published in Planet Stories Winter, 1942. MacVickers glimpsed a dark tentacled shape on the catwalk above, just before the shattering electricity coursed through him! CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER I MacVickers stopped at the brink of the dark round shaft. It was cold, and he was stark naked except for the silver collar welded around his neck. But it was more than cold that made him shiver and clamp his long bony jaw. He didn't know what the shaft was for, or where it led. But he had a sudden feeling that once he went down he was down for good. The Continue reading


by Sax Rohmer. from Pearson's Magazine, November 1903. An ancient Egyptian mummy mysteriously vanishes from his tomb. It was about five o'clock on a hot August afternoon, that a tall, thin man, wearing a weedy beard, and made conspicious by an ill-fitting frock-coat and an almost napless silk hat, walked into the entrance hall of the Great Portland Square Museum. He carried no stick, and, looking about him, as though unfamiliar with the building, he ultimately mounted the principal staircase, walking with a pronounced stoop, and at intervals coughing with a hollow sound. His gaunt figure Continue reading


by Clifford Goodrich. From The Shadow, 3/1/38. Like rain they dropped from the heavens: human bodies!-and The Whisperer made the lightning that exposed the sinister plot! As the stout hempen noose tightened about his neck, The Whisperer knew that he had been expected. The noose dangled from an overhead trestle in the abandoned shipyard. Two blocks away lay the gaunt form of what had once been an ocean liner. Apparently, it had been anticipated that The Whisperer would investigate the ancient ship. It was now a gaudy hotel and night club known as the Paradise Aquatique. Four burly forms sprang Continue reading


by Douglas M. Dold. from Danger Trail, vol.1 #1, February 1926. A hunter and a missionary face a voracious menace in the deepest African jungle. GARRY LLOYD lurched into the open, staggered and fell. He was aware that the Terror crept up behind him. He got to his feet, grasping the thorny branch of an acacia for support. He must reach higher ground before it caught up. His bony, mask-like face set. The flat black mustache bristled stubbornly, his brown eyes grew glassy as the pain pounded and pulsed. He longed to take time to cut the "jigger" from its sac under his toenail. Objects swayed Continue reading


by Donald A. Wollheim . from Cosmic Stories Vol.1, No. 1, March 1941. Was this strange little man really from the future? The midget put on a very good performance HE WAS obviously a dwarf but not exactly the kind that circuses and midget shows want. You see, he wasn't a perfect miniature because his head was as large as a full grown man's even though the whole of him only came up to our belt lines. There he stood by the door of the subway express looking more or less disinterestedly through the glass pane of the window at the local stations speeding by. Jack and I were hanging on to a Continue reading


by Richard Middleton. from The Century, April 1912. A powerful storm washes a strange ship ashore! Fairfield is a little village lying near the Portsmouth Road about half-way between London and the sea. Strangers who find it by accident now and then, call it a pretty, old-fashioned place; we who live in it and call it home don't find anything very pretty about it, but we should be sorry to live anywhere else. Our minds have taken the shape of the inn and the church and the green, I suppose. At all events we never feel comfortable out of Fairfield. Of course the Cockneys, with their vasty 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