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THE SUNKEN LAND, by George W. Bayly An eery tale of a forest of great trees alive with hate and armed with giant tentacles.
THE PURPLE DEATH, by Edith Lyle Ragsdale
In your viildeet imaginings you wd not guest what killed theee men until the author reveals it to you.
IN THE WEIRD LIGHT, by Edward Everett Wright and Ralph Howard Wright
A fascinating novelette about one who wan* tiered through the maelstrom into Che eeoret caverns of earth.
THE SIXTH TREE, by Edith Liehty Stewart
A tale of the weirdest game that ever was played.
IMPRISONED WITH THE PHARAOHS*
by Houdini
The matter magician telle an eery, (me etory of hit adventuree in Egypt.
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dressed in black bombazine and sitting awkwardly in a chair with her head thrown back. He knew her from her portraits to be Mrs. Bullock, the medium. And he perceived that tracts and structures in her brain glowed and stirred as he had seen the pineal eye in the brain of Mr. Vincey glow. The light was very fitful; sometimes it was a broad illumination, and sometimes merely a faint twilight spot, and it shifted slowly about her brain. She kept on talking and writing with one hand. And Mr. Bessel saw that the crowding shadows of men about him, and a great multitude of the shadow spirits of that shadowland, were all striving and thrusting to touch the lighted regions of her brain. As one gained her brain or another was thrust away, her voice and the writing of her hand changed. So that what she said was disorderly and confused for the most part; now a fragment of one soul's message, and now a fragment of another's, and now she babbled the insane fancies of the spirits of vain desire. Then Mr. Bessel understood that she spoke for the spirit that had touch of her, and he began to struggle furiously towards her. But he was on the outside of the crowd and he could not reach her, and at last he went away to find what had happened meanwhile to his body.
For a long time he went to and fro seeking it in vain and fearing that it must have been killed, and then he found it at the bottom of the shaft in Baker Street, writhing furiously and cursing with pain. Its leg and an arm and two ribs had been broken by its fall. Moreover, the evil spirit was angry because his time had been so short and because of the pain—making violent movements and casting his body about.
And at that Mr. Bessel returned with redoubled earnestness to the room where the séance was going on, and so soon as he had thrust himself