There is the touch on the shoulder that comes when you are walking quickly homewards in the dark hours, full of anticipation of the warm room and bright fire, and when you pull up, startled, what face or no-face do you see?
Thanks, Daniel! I listened to this one on the iPlayer yesterday; an early Yule treat. An Icelandic storyteller remembers "dark Christmas" lore from the bad old days. Highlights include a charming choral song about the vicious Yule cat who shreds to death anyone unlucky enough to be found wearing old clothes out on Xmas day, and a peppery interview with Mrs Gryla, a dear old hag whose favorite dish is Kiddie stew.
Thanks for letting us know, Lurkio. Fifteen minutes an episode sounds perfect. Having said that, can't help but feel a little disappointed that, The Vertical Ladder aside, writer has hauled in the usual suspects - Poe, Stoker, Stanley Ellin's Speciality, Carl Stephenson and his ants invasion - at the expense of arguably less celebrated talents (No names, no pack drill. Guy Preston, Oscar Cook, Vernon Routh, Stephen Hall, Geoffrey Household, etc). Moan, moan, moan. Am still looking forward to the shows, and hope the series is a huge success.
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.