The Lonely Shadows and Other Stories

Description

The midnight moon rode high and the house seemed to transmute the moonlight into something terrible. The broken chimneys stretched up like hands to the heavens, the eyeless sockets of the windows staring intently along the twisting drive. On the floor of the library, strange cabalistic designs glowed with an eerie light and there was a flickering as of corpse candles - a cold radiance, a manifestation of the evil aura which had never left this place, instead crystallising inside its very walls ...