by James Platt. Originally Published in Tales of the Supernatural 1894. Only a hermit and a young girl can stop the Great Sabbath from being unleashed upon the world at the stroke of midnight! Our scene is one of those terrific peaks set apart by tradition as the trysting place of wizards and witches, and of every kind of folk that prefers dark to day. It might have been Mount Elias, or the Brocken, associated with Doctor Faustus. It might have been the Horsel or Venusberg of Tannhaeuser, or the Black Forest. Enough that it was one of these. Not a star wrinkled the brow of night. Only in the Continue reading