Anonymous (Margaret Armour) - The Eerie Book (Castle, 1981: originally J. Shiells & Co, 1898)
W. B. MacDougall
Edgar Allen Poe - The Masque Of The Red Death G. W. M. Reynolds - The Iron Coffin (From Faust: A Romance) Hans Anderson - The Mother And The Dead Child Robert Hunt - Tregeagle Catherine Crowe - The Dutch Officer's Story Edgar Allen Poe - The Cask of Amontillado Anonymous - Earl Beadie's Card Game Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - Frankenstein (abridged) Catherine Crowe - The Garde Chasse Anonymous - A Dream Of Death Rev. Bourchier Wrey Savile - The Mysterious Horseman Catherine Crowe - The Blind Beggar Of Odessa Robert Chambers - The Story Of Major Weir Rev. Bourchier Wrey Savile - Marshall Blucher Baron de la Motte Fouque - Sir Hulbrande's Wife Thomas De Quincey - The Masque (extract from Klosterheim: or, The Masque) Blurb: Gothic horror at its best! Spanning the mood and style of authors from Hans Christian Anderson to Edgar Allen Poe, The Eerie Book presents 16 terrifying tales of the macabre and supernatural. This reproduction of a turn-of-the-century classic offers to the reader some of the most engrossing stories of menace ever written.
From back in the day (circa 199-) when every other shop along the Charing X Road seemed to be a remaindered bookshop (and the bulk of those that weren't were simply book shops, second hand bookshops, music emporiums, arts & crafts shops, Sports Pages and a Millets). This one came from a place a few doors down from the fountain. They were stacked high alongside a similar towering edifice of Best Horror & Supernatural Of The 19th Century and it's 'Fantasy' counterpart plus even The Penguin Encyclopaedia Of Horror & The Supernatural. An instant education for a couple of quid. The Eerie Book facsimile is a thing of beauty. The G. W. M. Reynold's story is insane. Evidently he'd read William Mudford's supremely grim torture classic The Iron Shroud, decided it wasn't exciting enough, and roped in Lucrezia Borgia to spice things up.
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.